Annual Fetish Party

Saturday night, Ira and I went to Inflation. It was another Fetish party organized by the same people who did the Robot, Monster & Doll party I went to last summer.

This time the them, Inflation, was supposed to be balloon related. I felt the theme wasn't as strong as the Robot one. More people were dressed up then because it was more specific. This time, there were a couple of clowns, a few goths, some people in normal attire and a bunch of hired professional walking around with balloons attached to them.

Oh and tons of boobs. Spray painted, but none the less, boobs.

Ira had been bugging me for weeks to come to this party and I wasn't feeling it. The night of, I was really tired and feeling a tad under the weather but he twisted my arm.

Since it was pretty last minute, Ira and I just opened my bag of goodies and made something up on the spot. I ended up wearing black pants, with suspenders, a silver tie and no shirt. To add class, I wore 3D glasses.

Sorry to cut out the face... but I can't be too careful... At least you get an idea of what I wore. me in all my glory.

Overall I had a pretty good time. It wasn't the most fantastic party I had ever been too, but I did enjoy the dancing and music. The venue was quite cool (a bath house pool that was drained) but there weren't really that many people this time around, compared to last year.

Ira had a blast.

I don't blame him. He made out with 2 different girls and ended up going home with one of them.

Originally he had asked to use my bed, and drunkenly I let him have my keys, leaving me stranded with no where to go. However, he came back and told me he was heading to her place instead.

I also decided to go to the after party which actually was pretty cool, if not better than the actual party. It was held in a loft in some building a few doors down from the bath house.

I ended up dancing alone but this friendly cute girl kept dancing near me. She would dance around me and then go by a window to rest or cool off. At one point we ended up holding hands while dancing. I thought maybe it would lead somewhere but then out of the blue I got a pretty bad erection...

I was wearing boxers which I'm not used to (I'm a tighty whitey kind of guy) so I tried fixing things down there so it would be more comfortable. I thought i did it pretty subtly, but she laughed all of sudden and I new I was busted. A couple of minutes later she went to go see down again.

It was all fun and games. By then any guy left alone was just looking to hook up with any girl standing by herself, so I don't blame her for just wanting to hang out by herself.

People were still partying when I left at 5am.

I walked into my place, tie and 3d glasses and all and RM1 woke up just as I walked to my room.

How to succeed with women

After much insistence, my brother finally gave me his copy of How to Succeed With Women - Revised and Updated by Ron Louis and David Copeland. Ira bought it on the recommendation of a friend of his and now he things I should give it a go.

I've read The Game by Neil Strauss (a true story on Pick Up Artists), flipped through the Guide to Getting It On (friend lent it to me) and own Sex for Dummies (Spider Dude bough it for me as a gift). Never, have I been interested in reading about "how to score". However, after reading a couple of chapters, I decided the book is quite interesting, if not in a satirical way.

I decided that I'll try and get through the whole thing and even though I may not believe in everything it has to say, I'm going to attempt the things it recommends.

I'll try to keep this blog updated on what I read/try and put it in my perspective, as a single male in his late twenties who started dating late. There's enough stuff here to last me a hundred blog posts!

The funny thing I've noticed so far is that the style of writing is constantly selling itself. What I mean by that is this: It's a book on advice on how to meet women (and have sex). I've already read the first 42 pages (out of 390) and it constantly has to remind me how good a book it is on women. Ira told me that the book is like 90% talking about how the advice they give will change your life and 10% actual advice.

If it's crap, I'll get a good laugh out of reading it .If it's actually half decent, I might learn a thing or two that would be helpful to know.

Let the "road to success" begin!

If only it was always this easy

Recently I contacted a girl through Plentyoffish.com. We ended up sending each other 2 messages each. Turns out she went to the same elementary school as I but was in a different grade.

In my last e-mail I told her I'm not too crazy about chatting over the Internet and asked if she'd like to continue the conversation in real life, over coffee or beer perhaps?

I know it was a very vague statement. However, in her reply message she stated that she too is not a big fan of chatting over then. She also suggested we meet and gave me her phone number. No questions asked.

I called her before my show but no answer, so I left a message.

Will she reply? Tune in next time to find out.

Same blog channel, same blog... er... time?

Good Ol'Fringe Fest

Last Saturday was a really awesome day. It was a hugely nice contrast to all the time I've been putting in work.

Friday night I decided instead of going out and partying, I went to bed around 12:30am and got up early so I could head to work.

I got to my office at about 9:30 and worked until 1pm. Then I headed to the area of Town where the Fringe was taking place. I ended up seeing3 shows and I bumped into a bunch of people including a friend of someone I vaguely know from the theatre I attend for improv. This person was visiting her friend all the way from Australia.

She was pretty cute and I managed to get her to come over to hang out and kill time until her friend (the one I know), texted her.

At night I ended up going to a late night Fringe dance party and it was loads of fun. I knew quit a few people there.

The only drag was that my brother Ira came with me to the dance party and was making me feel awkward ebcause he kept telling me that it sounds like the Australian was into me and kept asking me where she was or why I wasn't dancing with her.

Overall, the day was great. I saw 3 shows, a whole bunch of people I knew, watch a drag queen competition (drag queens competing in an obstacle course) and ended it off with a dance party.

Too bad Fringe is only once a year.

Friday Night Blues

It's Friday night and the Fringe festival is over this weekend. Tonight is a Masked Ball themed party and a friend of mine is going with a bunch of people she's met at the Fringe while volunteering.

I really wanted to party hard this week after working so much. Unfortunately, I need to pull in a few hours tomorrow. I originally didn't give a fuck and was going to go out anyways, but decided last minute it just felt right to get to bed at an earlier time (12:30-1am, not4am), so I could get up earlier.

If all goes well, I'll go to work early in the morning, leave in time to catch another show in the afternoon that I'm dying to see and then find fun stuff to do until tomorrow night for the final 1am party that they have for the festival.

I hate this feeling I have that while I'm home all alone, everyone is outside having fun and doing things. On the other hand, another part of me feels that I made a wise choice which will result in an even more fun night Saturday night!

I really need to get a new job...

(actually by opting out going out tonight, I did get help from my brother to work on my resume so that'll pay off for sure)

Social Butterfly - Correction

In response to Micheal's comment, a huge problem I have with this blog is I tend have SO MANY great ideas and thoughts I want to write about. However, I tend to ramble on and speed through my blog posts without really rereading or double checking what it is I actually said.

I totally know what you were talking about Micheal. I did see shows with friends but except for 1 show, I didn't plan anything or arrange to go with a friend or friends. I went on my own and found a lot of people I know. I hung out with several people but without the feeling of being tied down or responsibility of having to stay and hang out with them.

On top of that, I met a bunch of new people as well. And the great thing about social events, such as this, is things always carry over. Sunday night I was at the weekly workshop/show I attend. After the show, I was biking home and passed by one of the venues being used for the Fringe and bumped into a girl who's in a show with a friend of mine. I chatted with her over the weekend at the beer tent, and now I bumped into her again.

She was biking my way, so we decided to race up the busy street.

It was awesome.

Just as we reached her destination, I almost got hit by a car (not exactly, but he got pretty close to me), and I then I realized she had gone up on the sidewalk to park her bike as I flew by. I stopped, turned around and walked up to her on the sidewalk saying:
"Even after a near death experience, I couldn't leave you without saying a proper goodbye".

So ya, I wasn't even doing anything Fringe related but still managed to bump into people through it.

I don't want to get ideas in my head but I think she's cute and there is one more weekend of the Fringe so it's possible I could bump into this person again. I'll keep my eyes open.

Elwood - the social butterfly

This weekend was awesome.

I worked really hard all week and deserved a weekend to relax, except I seem to spell relax p-a-r-t-y.

So as I mentioned in the last post this week the Fringe Festival is in town (for those paying attention, I may have given out a big clue as to where I live in the world...).

Friday night I saw a show with a friend, bumped into a friend, went to a late night show at 1am and then hit up the dance party that contained various people from all over the place either in a show or visitng to watch a show.

I was out until 3am and only fel asleep by 4am-4:30am.

Then, on Saturday night, I did the same thing!

I love being in situations where you can just meet people from all over the place and just party.

See i have no problem with that, but once I try to make a thing out of it, try to hook up with a girl or get her phone number, it just goes downhill from there.

I wonder why...

Ira says I'm not serious enough.

Going in reverse

Lately, I feel like not only am I having a hard time going on dates with girls i can't seem to even find any guy friends to hang out with without feeling awkward.

This week in My City, is a huge alternative theatre festival that happens every year. People from all over come to participate or watch shows in the fest.

There is a particular show I"m eager to see that close friends of mine have organized. I could go alone (and now I am going alone) but I figured it'd be fun to have someone to go with, get a few beers etc. My first friend bailed on me last minute to spend time with his family (which I totally undestand since he's in town for the purpose of visiting his family). So, I decided to call a guy I've been seeing hanging out with at the theatre lately.

I find it's just like in that movie I Love You, Man. I find it hard to move up the level from casual friend at a mutual meeting place (i.e. improv workshop, once a week) to "going out for beers" stage.

I called the guy up and it totally felt like we were talking about a date:
Elwood: "Hey man how's it going? Wild night last night?" (he actualy texted me drunk last night asking me to go for beers tonight. I was drunk as well).
Dude: "Hey man, yeah it was"
Elwood: "So hey I was wondering if you'd want to check out a show at the fetival tonight"
And the male rejectiction (or man-jection?):
Dude: "Oh well, I'm realy busy with this rehersal for a show I"m doing next week... I'll see you tomorrow at the theatre, though"
Elwood: "Alright, Man. Have a goodnight."

I believe he was sincere and he's acool guy and eventually we will probably start hanging out over the summer when he's not busy. I just find it funny how it feels like asking a guy out on a date and the same reciprical answer in involed.

Looks like Elwood is flying solo tonight.

I Heart Randomness

Last night, after a very fun and successful show (we had an audience!) I made my way back home enjoying the nice cool breeze outside. I've been working like a dog all week, staying late and then rushing down to a show. Once I got home, I planned on working on the poster i"m making for a special show we're doing in a couple of week.

Just as I was nearing my place, I look to my left and see a friend of mine on his bike. He stops and tels me he's off to a party and wants to know if I want to come.

Yes!

It was late and I had to get up and do a lot of work today but my first instinct was fuck it!

15 minutes later I was at a bar among a whole bunch of people I know through the improv community. I didn't stay for very long ( had 1 beer), but I went home feeling satisfied.

Summer is here.

Not pleasant site

One thing I miss that is harder to do when single, is kissing (I know, I know. Just because you're single doesn't mean you can't find people to make out with but like I said, it is harder. Not impossible, just harder.)

However, the other day I was walking home and saw a couple making out it on the sidewalk. I'm no the biggest fan of excessive PDA but it normally doesn't bother me. Except, instead of being in a romantic embrace, with their arms wrapped around each other or something like that, they both happen to have grocery bags in their hands.

They were making out with their arms hanging down on each side of their bodies. They looked like they were trying to suck the life out of each other. They looked like fish making out. They looked like fish making out and trying to suck the life out of each other.

Note to self: never do that!

Good ol' Dad

Yesterday my father called me up in the middle of work asking me if I was busy. I had a few minutes to talk and asked him what he wanted. I assumed it had something to do with my phone since he keeps bugging me about renewing my contract.

It wasn't.

All he told me was that he had a very nice girl girl standing in front of him. He wasn't making much sense but then asked me about the place and time of my show that night and I could hear him telling this very nice girl and her being very nice and politely accepting the fact this crazy guy is trying to set her up with his son while she's working at where ever my father is at the moment.

Today I get a second call from my father at work:

Father: "Elwood, who played with Gene Wilder in the movie The Frisco Kid?"
Elwood: "It was Harrison Ford"
Father: "Oh ok... I thought so... How was your show last night?"
Elwood: "It got cancelled, not enough audience showed up"
Father: "Oh, too bad. I kept telling that very nice girl to go see your show."
Elwood: "Ok..."
Father: "I told her I'd drive her there but she got scared."
Elwood's brain " Wtf? Oh my god!"

Turns out she works at the bank my father goes to almost everyday. He insists I go with him to the bank next time.

I'm so glad I moved out of the house.

The Call Back

Elwood: "So I waited 3 days, gave her a call and immediately got her answering machine"
Friend: "Did you leave your number"
Elwood: "Yup. It's been over a day and no return call, what should I do?"
Friend: "Drop her. She isn't calling you"

*Sigh*

I know its still possibe she could call but my friend is right. No point waiting, expecting a reply, etc. I think thats it for Music Girl.

In other news: I came home late from doing a show, too tired to prepare anything for lunch. Decided I'd buy lunch until I opened the fridge to get a drink and noticed a sandwich I forgot I made the night before.

Thank you Elwood From The Past

Matchmaker matchmaker make me a match

It's funny but I seem to emit some kind of "hook up" waves or something. I have difficulty meeting people myself, but yet on several occasions, most unintentional, I've managed to get two people to meet and start dating.

For example, Once I invited a friend to watch a show. Another friend was there already. Next time I saw either of them was when they were together and dating.

Yesterday marks the first time it's happened with total strangers. You're all thinking "so what? it's normal for 2 people who don't know each other to meet and start dating". Yes, that's true. but these people were strangers to me!

I was running late and my subway was already at the station. I sprinted down the steps and lunged inside and just barely made the closing doors.

One I was sitting and catching my breath I saw a guy and girl smile and each other (most likely over my ridiculously funny act of catching the subway) and then they started talking.

I could tell they didn't know each other because they were sitting next to each other and by their body language and way of speech.

When we arrived at a station that is used to switch subways lines, I could tell by the way the guy walked in the same direction as the girl but not with her, that they definitely were strangers to each other.

At the next line, I sat down again and watched them start to talk to each other, yet again.

Well good luck to you guys! I hope you get married and live happily ever after, no need to thank me...