Insecurity and desperation

Yesterday was quite a lovely day–a perfect labor day. M and B picked me up and we went out to Long Beach.  We hit a few glitches getting there, but were on the beach by 1:30.  We talked and played in the water and sprawled on the sand until late afternoon when we picked up and went to eat barbecue.  I ate my pulled pork platter so fast that it was hard to remember that it was there at all.  Then I inhaled a cucumber and tomato salad that was full of a sweet tangy dressing. Ahh.

I also had to get rid of some dude that a friend of a friend had sic-ed on me.  I had spoke to him briefly on Sunday and he was busy.  I had said that we could talk yesterday and possibly make plans for today.  So he emailed me at 6:30AM, and called me at 10:45AM and 2:50PM.  I decided that stalkers are not my friends and emailed him when I got home that the fact that he had contacted me three times made me think that there was an incompatibility in communication styles, so we shouldn’t go out.

When I was subsequently talking to my mother, I told it like this:

C: And then I wrote: ‘Fuck off.  From, Cranky’

Mom: You did NOT.

C: Nope, I wrote ‘all the best to you’…it means the same thing!

Mom [laughing]:  he must be lonely.

C:  Remember what Albert Brooks said in that movie [Broadcast News], ‘wouldn’t this be a great world if…desperation made us more attractive?’

So I wish you all a secure and stable morning.

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