drunk post!

two martinis, craigslist adventures.

I went on a random, hilarious date tonight. We were supposed to drink a martini and then go watch the new james bond movie, but the latter was sold out, so we ended up with double the former (I managed to resist a third... based on my desire to be able to manoeuver ma bicyclette).

and I actually, unlike previous random date experiences that have been quite uncomfortable, liked the guy. He was funny, unselfconscious, and totally present. He was just too into, well... his psychic abilities. Magical experiences. Desires for science to explain them. Timothy Leary. His only significant relationship to this point had started between his 29 year old self and a 16 year old girl. Any of these things would be forgiveable, and almost were, with the right personality and circumstances and explanations...

but then, at the end of the evening as I mentioned getting up for a pro-marriage equality rally tomorrow morning, he basically said that since prop 8* passed, there was no point in protesting, and there was nothing that could be done until the next election. Which, of course, was underlaid by a "it's not that big a deal, it can wait" sentiment. Well, fuck that, mr. psychic empathy man. I'm not sitting quietly waiting for four years to begin to deal with an infuriating bullshit anti-homo-lovin' law, nor do I think an imperfect electoral system is the only way politics happens.

oh well. So much for impetuous blind dates. It was more fun than doing my reading on a friday night, even though I ended up drunk, unmade out with, and home alone by 11pm talking to the internets. And hey, maybe I'll meet some cute queers down at the courthouse tomorrow morning. A girl can always dream.


-------
*for those of you who are canucks or otherwise blissfully unaware of US politics, proposition 8 was an anti-gay marriage constitutional amendment which just passed in california. It sucks, big time.