January 11, 2007

Anyone want a roommate? I'll rent Poo out to you on the cheap.

This morning he was especially chipper, I think it's because he has that new boy starting at his work (I should probably learn the new boy's name; knowing Poo he'll probably be at breakfast some morning soon.)

Chipper morning Poo (wow, there's a sentence you never think you're going to write…maybe we'll use his irl nickname for this sentence) Chipper Morning Winnie is annoying as all hell. He cooks vile smelling foods, banging all the pans around and has to blast Partridge Family songs through the apartment loudly enough to shake the walls.

Normally I can avoid Chipper Morning Winnie by locking the door to my cave/bedroom and burrowing deeper under the covers until he leaves for work but this morning he wanted company and dragged me out into the kitchen. I was forcibly railroaded into a Reba McIntyre/Linda Davis duet (I did get to be Reba for a change though) before my eyes were even all the way open.

I hate him.

Well, no, I love him; it's just that I got less than no sleep last night.

Wonder how Agent Choir Boy (I like the Agent part) is feeling at work today. He kept me up until 4:30AM.

Minds out of the gutters kids, here's how it happened:

Just after midnight I got in from Missy's early show over at Capital Cabaret and was sufficiently full of wine so I grabbed a snack and went to email Choir Boy.

I sent off a quick, flirty reply saying that I'd love to meet him for "not coffee" and warning him that if he wanted to surprise me at one of my shows he'd better choose wisely.

In seconds I had a reply in my inbox:

"Do you play a lot of prisons?"

Hmmm.

My reply:

"Not usually, no. Why?"

And Choir boy:

"Wondering what there could be to be afraid of at a Doris Day show."

So I told him that I ran in some pretty strange crowds and he assured me that he could handle it. Eventually after all the back and forth emailing he suggested we take it to an instant message session.

I was a little apprehensive, you have to be much quicker on your toes in IM, I think.

He has a very cute IM name which I'm not going to put here, but it prompted me to ask about it and I found out that he plays a lot of online games. I'm not much for them, I've tried because Wim and Chem Boy used to play them relentlessly and always tried to involve me but I just can't figure out all the levels and the powers and stuff.

Agent choir boy thinks they were using the wrong incentives to teach me.

Agent choir boy isn't really so much of a choir boy after all.

So we talked about games for awhile and how I prefer board games and he says he likes board games but that he also likes the online thing and we did the pros and cons of both. You wouldn't think that would be fascinating enough to keep us both interested for something like an hour but it was.

He asked me, after all of that, what I was doing online so late. He was online gaming (natch) . I told him I just got back from seeing a friend perform, but left out the drag queen part, then I told him I was snacking and catching up on email.

Cue a 15 minute debate on snack foods. You see, I was eating Screaming Yellow Zonkers which everyone knows is far superior to Fiddle Faddle or any of those other imposter type candy coated popcorns. Agent (now he's not a choir boy, we've established so I need a new name for him…Secret Agent Man…I like that, SAM.) SAM said …oh, heck, I saved the session, here's part of the transcript (names changed to protect, well, SAM)

SAM: I would have thought a girl like you would prefer Cracker Jacks.

TWINK: A girl like me?

SAM: Old fashioned.

TWINK: What about me suggests that I'm an old fashioned girl?

SAM: Your career, as an obvious starting point.

TWINK: I prefer to see that as Retro.

SAM: What's the difference?

TWINK: Retro girls do things old fashioned girls never would.

SAM: I think I'm going to need some examples. Type slow, I'm visualizing.

TWINK: Like eating Screaming Yellow Zonkers instead of Cracker Jacks. You just like the Cracker Jack's because of the sailor on the box.

SAM: I'm not really into sailors.

TWINK: I didn't mean it that way, I mean because you work for the Navy and all.

SAM: Oh, that, right. I'm just saying that MY snack choice has a Surprise Inside.

TWINK: Some surprise, a piece of cardboard. Maybe back in the old day when there was fun stuff in there, but c'mon. MY snack choice has a list of things you can do with them right on their box.

SAM: It does?

You get the idea. As I reread it now I guess it seems less witty and exciting than it did at 2AM, when I was full of wine, but the point is that he was fun to talk to. There was definitely more flirting but I'm not putting that here. He also explained his job a little better. It's a pretty cool job, but a little scary.

He finally had to go because the sun was coming up. He said his boss was going to kill him when he came in dragging his backside today. He said "backside", like I might be offended if he said "ass", is that the cutest?

After having a tough time getting off the computer (parting is such sweet sorrow) (oh, maybe I'm the dork in this relationship) we agreed to meet for "not coffee" at 7 tonight.

Now I'm glad it's just a short meeting because Poo's big show is tonight and he'd kill me if I missed it for a date and I'd hate to have to tell SAM that I can't go with him the first night he asked me out. This way I can still go with SAM and there's no way it will run late enough to affect my getting to the Poo Review (wouldn't it be brilliant if he called it that?) on time.

I'll keep you updated!