Weekend Update

I talked to a friend of mine last night about Catalano's (purported) upcoming visit, and she helped to put my mind at ease. She opined that, given that there has been some flirtation between us in the past, he's probably coming up here with an open mind just to see what might happen. I can deal with that, especially since I'm approaching the weekend with the same mindset. This friend is also Jewish and is dating a guy who is Christian, and she assured me that if being with someone Jewish is important to him, that will come up earlier rather than later.

Unfortunately, now that I'm feeling cheerier, Catalano has stopped responding to my emails. I emailed him yesterday and then emailed him again this morning, and he didn't respond to either. Rawr.

This Bed is On Fire With Passionate Love

My mom decided to throw herself atop the freak-out dog pile with respect to Catalano's (purported) upcoming visit by asking me if I have considered "sleeping arrangements" because, as she put it, if a guy is sleeping in the same bed with you, he expects to have sex with you. I don't know if my mom and I have only recently met and all the memories I have of her from growing up are created (like when Buffy remembered Dawn) but obviously I have considered the sleeping arrangements. I have put more thought into the sleeping arrangements than Eisenhower put into D-Day. And today I realized that the weekend that Catalano and I discussed as our first-choice option for his visit is next weekend, and I just want to pee my pants with nerves.

If I Stay in One Place, I Lose My Mind, I'm a Pretty Impossible Lady to be With

Catalano purports that he's coming for a visit.

He discovered that I de-friended him on the social networking site we both use, and he texted me late Sunday night to ask what was wrong. I emailed him on Monday to say that he'd led me to believe he wanted to come visit me and then blew me off, and that it made me feel like he only talked to me when he wanted something (long story). He explained that his brother had come to town from Asia and he wanted to talk to me to see if the invitation to visit was still open. So, then I felt guilty for acting like a nutburger.

So, now I guess he might actually come. I'm freaking out about so many different things that it is hard to narrow down the freak-outs. Here is the list of everything I've had a panic attack about:

1. That he might not actually come.

2. That he might come and not make any kind of move on me.

3. That he will come, make a move, and I will have to actually have sex with him.
3a. And that he'll never call me again.
3b. And that it will lead to a long distance relationship.
3b1. That will lead to his expecting me to convert to Judaism.

Back in the U.S.S.R.

I booked my trip to go to Russia today! Said trip is not happening until May 2010, but it is nonetheless booked. I promised myself I would go to Russia the year I turn 30, and I'm now I'm doing it. Da!

OK Computer

My stupid computer's stupid hard drive died over the weekend. Cursed thing. For the most part, I didn't lose anything of value because I had most of my music stored on my iPod, but I lost some stuff I was writing for myself. It wasn't that great, but still. Now I have to completely redo it from scratch. Rawr.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

I gave my salsa instructor cookies for Christmas. He seemed pretty happy about that (as well he should because they were damn good cookies), but he was much more excited about a scheme he hatched to see his ex-girlfriend. I have to wonder if he isn't attracted to her primarily because she isn't interested in him. It makes sense, in a twisted way. He's used to romantic relationships coming easily to him (I assume), and she presents a challenge. So, obviously, if I want him to fall in love with me, I have to go out with him, dump him, and then refuse to get back together with him. Foolproof!

Come On, Bartender, Could You Be More Tender?

I think my salsa love interest may be a bit of a shithead. Along with a group of other students from my salsa class, I went to his recital last night. He acted like he couldn't have cared less that I was there, he didn't come over to say hello to the table of students (who were obviously there primarily to see him), and he declined to dance with the mutual friend who introduced us in the first place. I was obviously hoping for special attention from him, but I didn't even get what I would describe as common courtesy. I am heartbroken.