I suck at blogging.
Anyway. I've been in New York for three and a half months now. This town is ridiculous. I mean, shit happens here that just does not happen anywhere else in the world.
I'm in between shows right now; my next one goes up in mid-March. So I've been taking some time off from the theater, trying to enjoy the city in my own way. I spend a lot of time riding the subway and exploring different neighborhoods and people-watching in Grand Central.
I've been going on dates with a bunch of different guys - maybe in an attempt to figure out what I want. My mom says this is perfectly normal, but given that I've never really dated in my life - I've either been single or in a relationship - dating is weird. And obnoxious, in some ways. Like, just because you bought me a nice dinner - and by "nice," I mean it cost approximately my rent - does not mean I'm going to sleep with you. Particularly if you're some self-important stockbroker schmuck tethered to his BlackBerry. Yikes.
I've been seeing this one guy I've started to really like, but he's already made it clear that our romantic relationship is unsustainable in the long term. And then I have at least two other guys who I'm not into but are harassing me nonstop. And then there are the all the guys who think it's okay to try and pick me up in a variety of places I prefer to be left alone in: the subway, Duane Reade, Whole Foods, the middle of Times Square, Starbucks, the liquor store, Pret a Manger, the lingerie section of H&M, Bryant Park. To name a few. I'm emotionally exhausted.
Also, I really want to be in a flash mob. Where do I sign up for those?
