Thanksgiving

My time in L.A. is limping to a close. In about two and a half weeks, I’ll be moving on to San Francisco, and while San Fran is not in a different state, it may as well be. Lumped into those two and a half weeks is the first of our winter holidays. I suspect my dating days in L.A. are winding to a close.

Needless to say, I am thankful for a whole lot, even if I don’t act like it.

I am thankful that I currently reside close to five Really Great Coffee Joints, two of which have been locations for sudden strike early morning dates. I’m thankful that I have a lot of stories to tell and there are people out there who like to listen. I’m thankful that most days my dog is rather sweet and demure, even if rifling through the bathroom trash is her single most favorite occupation.

I am also thankful that the ratio of annoying to somewhat charming individuals in my life is abnormally low and that the sound guy at work is able to offer some sound, if not daring advice.

“You have to pull out all the stops, up the game” he says. “Push the limits.”

We have a backstage moment most nights. He tells me about his brimming love life, I bemoan the sparsity of mine.

“How?”

“Have sex.”

In essence, he’s telling me to break the rules. My rules, that is. Which wouldn’t be too big a deal. I mean, no one would have to know. Except me. And maybe you.

But I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Here’s a snippet of my profile:

“I make my co-workers laugh, though I’m not sure why. I eat a lot of leafy green vegetables. There is nothing I enjoy more than a good sock puppet. I drink a lot of water. I’m doing my best to travel as often as possible.”

Apparently, a large proportion of the men I go out with also dig sock puppets and leafy green vegetables.
Am I shooting myself in the foot? Or are sock puppets my safety net?
I mean, leafy greens can be very sexy, especially when sauteed with a little ginger. Sock puppets, not so much.

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