I used to write emails to over a hundred ladies every day, chronicles of the life of me. . . The dating fiascos, bizzarre experiences, embarrassing moments, and events in my life. They were called "Card Thoughts". But I've stopped doing the "card thought" emails because of lack of time. . . Sorry.
Well, I've learned that our company wants us to have blogs to post our artwork and stuff so I figured I'd kill 2 birds with one stone. So, here you go, another episode in the "single in her thirties" chapter of Casey's life.
So, yesterday I went to lunch with two of the married guys at work to the Gateway shopping center where we got a table outside for some prime people watching. We saw a half naked, mostly pierced man carrying a baby in a light blue flowered front-pack; A flock of girls with two toned hair; a couple where the man was wearing a towel on his head coverd by a hat from the foreign legion, and a reflective construction vest. He was pushing his lovely wife whose hat had a bird, two trumpets and a lopsided boquet perched on top.
As we were laughing about them, an Adonis-like man walked by. He was beautiful. As I watched him pass us, I suddenly realized I knew him. He was a friend of mine several years ago and we just haven't kept in touch. I called his name and he came over. We talked for a bit, reminiscing about the old times, and catching up on each other's lives. I was dying because he looked fantastic in his tailored suit and fancy tie and I was wearing a Tshirt with "Nightmare Before Christmas's" Sally saying something like "I dig pale scrawney guys", a vintage zip up sweatshirt thing, jeans and red sneakers. I think I had spent all of 2 minutes on my hair. Anyway, we talked for a while and agreed to do lunch sometime in the near future and he took off.
My friends looked at me with that "we've seen that look before, Casey. . . You dig the guy" look that married people give their single friends. So, I explained that if ever there's a hot guy around, chances are, he's a friend of mine and that my role in life is to be the friend of any attractive man I know. Well, I stood up to refill my soda when i noticed a group of more attractive men in the back of the restaurant. Suddenly I recognized one. He was a guy I had a total crush on like 10 years ago. . . You can't blame me, the guy looks like Billy from "Melrose Place". So, as I passed, I stopped and asked if his name was Steve. It was and he recognized me.
We spent a few seconds catching up and then he introduced me to his equally beautiful partners in his graphic design firm. Apparently, they're doing very well, winning awards and scoring some impressive clientele. I talked with the table of Ken dolls, Steve asked me for my number because he remembered that I'm an illustrator ,and then I left to reload the Diet Coke.
I sat down with my friends mortified. I had just seen two of the most handsome men I've ever known and I looked like Punky Brewster. Typical.