I’m in the Detroit airport on a layover. My flight is delayed so I’m just here. The airport is large, and mostly emptying out. About 35 minutes ago I had a conversation. A hot girl with a skull tattoo on her leg above the knee sat across from me.<\/p>\n
I noticed it right away but continued sitting there, staring into space. At one point I looked up and she was looking at me. I said: “Where’d you get that done?”<\/p>\n
“San Diego”<\/p>\n
“Where at?<\/p>\n
“You know San Diego?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah I half live there.”<\/p>\n
“Oh, well it’s on C, called Skull and Bones”.<\/p>\n
“I really like it.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Her name is Regina and her number is 609 201 xx13. She’s in NYC for four days visiting a girlfriend, apparently comes all the time. We’re going out either tomorrow or Sunday. We’ll see if that’s true.<\/p>\n
Was just in a mood, I guess. You know how it can get. She’s an artist, which is my type, I think. She works part-time at UCSD in the art department as a coordinator, and part time at a restaurant on Mission Beach area.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I really miss having a girlfriend.<\/p>\n
But then I think it’s probably for the best that I’ve resisted since I’m on a roll with life goals. Sometimes I like to feel that I’m above having a girlfriend. That it’s something I don’t need because I’m so intense and raw that I’m beyond it. But that’s likely bullshit. There are times I remember what it was like. How deeply in love I was, and how much joy and hope and energy it brought into my life. Just feeling love and being in awe of an actual, shared connection with a person. It was new and amazing and made my life better than I though possible, at times. Sometimes I just let myself realize how lucky I was to have had it even once, and to be thankful for it, despite it’s short duration.<\/p>\n
I don’t know. I’ll see Regina and her tattoo. I can tell when a girl is into me. Her makeup was heavy and I’m not really into that. But it was exciting to have initiated and to get a pretty intensely positive response. I liked her tanned skin. She’s Asian, which is coincidence. I asked for her number, and she said she was glad I asked.<\/p>\n
We’ll see, Monkeys, ok?<\/p>\n
I’m going to get a coffee from the airport Starbucks and start writing some email drafts to people I want to collaborate with after this week-long lab. I’m in a sleep deprived state but I like it. It’s been an intense week and I loved it. I’ve missed it. Short nights and long days of being on, and when even 20 minutes of down time feels like a luxury. I love that.<\/p>\n
Smile on my end, and flip-flopped feet up on my backpack. Thinking of a nice shower at home under my blue light, a nice podcast to fall asleep with, and a little bit about where to take Regina tomorrow.<\/p>\n
See you tomorrow.<\/p>\n
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July 12, 2013 I’m in the Detroit airport on a layover. My flight is delayed so I’m just here. The airport is large, and mostly emptying out. About 35 minutes ago I had a conversation. A hot girl with a … Continue reading