No rest for the weary My client’s office moved la…

No rest for the weary

My client’s office moved last week, and it’s been a bit of a disaster. I’m still not sure if my voicemail works, and I suspect that all of my e-mails aren’t being sent/received. You never realize all of the things that can go wrong with a move until you experience them first-hand.

There are a few good things that have emerged from this move. The first being that there are better lunch options in the new building. There was nothing in our old building and we had to go outside everyday, or bring our lunch. In the new building, there are TONS of options, and I have no reason to leave the building during the day, which is great in the winter.

The second thing is bittersweet. I no longer park in the old lot, which is a good thing, especially since I was ready to kill everyone in the old lot. The problem is that parking is far less economical at the new place. I find myself parking in a lot that’s about 4 blocks away, just to get a price break.

My mother — the princess — seems so bothered that I have to walk “so far” to and from the office. She keeps asking me how much it would cost to park in the building on monthly basis. I’m assuming that I don’t even want to know the monthly nut on a parking lot that charges over $20/day, and whose early bird rate cutoff ends at 7:00 am.

The weird thing about this office is that we’re down the hall from the Consulate General of Israel. There are all of these doors along the hallway that have peepholes, but no external doorknobs. None of the doors have windows. Periodically, we’ll see a desperate family pleading at the steel door of the official entrance. There’s a camera installed at the elevator bank. I always feel like I’m being watched. It’s kind of strange.

I’m overleveraged these days and always tired. I keep promising myself that I’m going to consciously have a weekend with no plans. It never happens. And it won’t happen this weekend either.

I haven’t decided on Valentine’s Day plans. I might do a single girls’ thing with a small group of my close single girlfriends. I’m in the mood to celebrate my single-ness. We’ll see.

Superbowl Over! I’ve been SO sleepy all day, and …

Superbowl Over!

I’ve been SO sleepy all day, and I don’t know why because I didn’t do anything terribly stressful yesterday. Friday was exhausting, but Saturday was pretty laid back.

Oh, and to the young hottie that I met on Saturday night, in case you remember the URL for this blog and are reading this . . . thanks for the fun flirtation. I was extremely flattered. If only you were about 10 years older . . .

I saw “Something New” with Chris on Saturday afternoon. It was pretty good. Sanaa Lathan did a great job, and her co-star was a cutie. It sparked a conversation afterward between Chris and I about dating and racial preferences.

Chris, who does a liberal amount of interracial dating, feels that race is unimportant, and that society places too much emphasis on race. He is of the opinion that by limiting ourselves to only dating those of a certain nationality, that we’re limiting the potential for happiness.

I agree with him, but my feelings are irrelevant. I’m an equal opportunity dater, and am attracted to a variety of men, but the issue is that a lot of men of other nationalities aren’t always excited about dating black women. One of my friends pointed out that, on Match.com, when she finds a cute white guy, and looks at his description of his ideal mate, often she’ll notice that, instead of indicating that he’s open to dating women of all nationalities, he will have checked every box except for African American. It’s okay, because everyone has their preferences, and I certainly don’t want someone who doesn’t want me. I just find it interesting.

I rarely get “normal” approaches from white boys. I’ve had a lot of strange experiences. If I get hit on by white boys, it’s either 1) the WB who’s FAR too immersed in black culture, and considers himself to be a black man in a white man’s body. No thanks.

OR 2) The guy who has had about 15 cocktails too many and, when he’s able to speak, professes his eternal attraction to black women, even though he, in sobriety, never does anything about it. He gets up the nerve when he’s drunk and then his objective is to get me to come home with him. Again . . .I think I’ll pass.

But then, to be fair, I get some weird approaches by black men too. I guess there’s something about me that brings out the weirdness in people. Whatever it is, I wish I could identify it and turn it off.

Is tomorrow really Monday? That sucks.

New column today I’m a little slow today, but the…

New column today

I’m a little slow today, but the new RedEye column released today. It’s about being careful not to confuse intentions when flirting with your hot bartender.

SuperBowl Sunday? Someone asked me what I was doi…

SuperBowl Sunday?

Someone asked me what I was doing this Sunday and I said “I dunno. Going shopping and getting my nails done, probably.”

I was violently reminded that this is SUPERBOWL Sunday, and that I absolutely have to make plans.

Do I really?

Last year, I was dating someone around SuperBowl, and we had a really fun day. The NEXT day, however, there was a terrible incident that caused a breakup, so SuperBowl Sunday isn’t exactly my fave memory this year.

I think of SuperBowl as the day of my oblivion, and the next day as the awakening. Too symbolic? Definitely. Appropriate? Hell, yeah!

But . . . I don’t want to talk about that.

I’d rather discuss the movie that I’m definitely going to see this weekend, which is “Something New” starring Sanaa Lathan. It’s the film where she starts dating a white man. FINALLY there’s a film that focuses on the issues of black women dating white boys. As an ‘equal opportunity dater’ who has a lot of friends who only date black men, I will find it interesting to see how the relationship is handled in the screenplay.

And . . . Valentine’s Day is coming up. Who’s doing what?