what if i did this with SBC to move things along:

hey.

what's with all this email back and forth? all this writing makes me think that we're diplomats simply trying to maintain obligatory correspondence with another foreign national. maybe we should meet and see if there's any chemistry. if there's not, then we can reassess whether or not we give a shit about writing any more to each other about each other. what do you think? lemme know.

(insert first initial of first name)

would that work? this whole thing is annoying. maybe this blog should be about fantasy and not reality. the reality is slow; it's like downloading a movie on dial-up. get me off this train!

please note. triniti's goin' back to cali, cali, cali. she's going back to cali. yeah, man i know so.

i wrote SBC back after a couple of days. it wasn't some intentional playing hard to get thing. i just wasn't motivated, nor was i motivated just now in sending him a response to his last message. his last email went into detail about the movie he made last year and the screenplays he's writing. he talked about how confident he was in his writing abilities--to the extent that i had to ask, "did i question his competency in screenwriting, or is he a bit too confident in his writing abilities?" he pulled one of those, "i'm currently working on a sci fi screenplay, but i don't really want to talk about it right now." yeah, because i'm sure it's such a hot and novel concept that i might be salivating to steal it. yeah, right!

i replied saying that i have a hard time following directions, so i probably couldn't plagiarize his "hot" idea, even if i wanted to. i just wanted to nip any egomania in the bud, before it got out of hand. i wonder how he'll take it. i told him, that my strength is in writing dialogue, which is what he stated his was as well, and that i have an impatience for exposition. i told him that when i have conversations, i sometimes have difficulties "staying in the moment" because i'll be having a "meta conversation" to myself about how the conversation is going from an outsider point of view. for some reason, that's funny to me.

i think i meandered a bit too much in my email, but frankly, i didn't give a shit. i ended it with, "have you read 'catcher in the rye' or 'middlesex'? those books kill me." i told him how they were written like a "map of my mind." and then... i just ended the email with my first initial. i don't care what he thinks about it. maybe he'll think i'm crazy. maybe i am, but i don't care. i don't think i'm too into this cyber shit. it's weird. i really don't care about impressing these people whom i've never met except through some online profile. so what if he "exercises regularly" or has a "keep it healthy" diet. there are many assholes out there who do those things, that doesn't mean i want to date them. i wonder if SBC will sense my impatience. and if he does... you guessed it. i don't care.

this just in: yet, another fucking, stupid 40 year-old white guy has "winked" at me on match.com. i'm sure it's because of these fuckheads that we have president fuckhead in the office. that's right. you privileged, STUPID, fuckheads. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! (no, i don't have PMS; i'm just astounded about how stupid people are.)