They finally cut the grass on the bayou – it was looking like Lion Country Safari out there for a while. It felt good to walk along the water this morning with it so nicely mown and especially after a night of segmented sleep.
I went to Lola’s with L, man of mystery, after both of us had had a hellacious day – mine was work and LaLa – and his was stock market and cars – neither of us could “afford” our day – L had gone to see Chris Isaak early in the week with a “volunteer” was how he first referred to her but then it seemed more like a date in later conversation – he said she was too busy with her cell phone so after a small attempt at conversation, he just didn’t deal with her. Then during our dinner he fielded a call from a woman he said he is spending the weekend with. So it was curious later when he asked or maybe even accused me of being “used to men … you.” I can’t remember how he phrased it – fawning over, seducing, something something – I can’t remember the word used.
I don’t know what I’m used to, but I understand why I haven’t dated before – it has a vague feeling of “insert your photo here” for the evening, day, dinner, sex, whatever. Which is, how shall I say, odd.
Later in the evening, we went to a new club called Chickiwawa – the spelling escapes me – there was a good band playing and I might go back with G on Monday night. It was deserted, but so was Lola’s – almost like everyone has gone back to school, only somewhere else – the club itself is like an oasis in an island of nothingness.
L told me later that I am a “true redhead” and I think that was a compliment although earlier he said I was described as being like a man, which was a little disconcerting – I really do consider myself a girl and kind of girlie, as well as a redhead.