Caterwauling

Well, more of an asocial experiment, but something to keep me not completely submerged nonetheless.

I play music on the way to work, of course. Oftentimes it’s depressing stuff. Ballads, country, whatever. And the days can have their moments of frustration. So today I decided to only play upbeat music. But the day still pretty much sucks. 😉

Actually, I’m fine. I’m always fine. I try my best to just be. Period. Surviving a day is my success. Not a great one, but I’ll take it for what it’s worth.

I have another experiment going. I have a Post-It Note that says, simply, “Assless Chaps.” Now, there’s a story behind it, and I might even share it, but my best friend suggested it last night and it made all the sense in the world. And during those moments when I’m overwhelmed and over whatever it is that I’m overwhelmed by, the note helps. I laugh. How can you not? And that’s what I need to suck it up and keep going.

I wanted this. I guess. But what I wouldn’t give to be a kept woman right about now. …

Alternate title: A day that wasn’t a waste of a push-up bra

So I had just rolled home from happy hour last night when I met another one of my neighbors. He, like many, talks on his cell phone outside because we have shit for reception within the building. I’d never seen him before, but when you’ve got a few hundred people sharing the same street address, that happens.

Anyway, he literally stops his conversation to call out to me. I turned around and smiled but kept going because, well, I had to pee. Like, seriously, I have a thing against public johns and had waited WAY too long. But he wasn’t going to be brushed off.

So he tells his friend to hold on because he’s just met “the most beautiful white woman I’ve ever seen.” I disregarded my immediate self-deprecating thought, which was, “Apparently you don’t get out very often, then” and said thanks. He reached out and kissed my hand and introduced himself, lamenting the fact that he hadn’t known before now that I live in his building.

(Everybody knows I live here. I yell at the cats all the damn time. You can hear, “MADDIE! YOU STINK!” and “KADI! SHUT UP!!!” from Capitol Hill!)

Anyway, I tried to excuse myself (seriously. Bladder.) and mentioned that he might want to resume his cell phone conversation. He said, nah, it’s just his little cousin. “And he’s married to a white girl too!” he volunteered.

I laughed. What could you do? I said hey look, I have to go feed my cats. I could see them watching me from above — they each have a favorite window to peer from.

He thought I said kids and asked how many. I emphasized cats, and he said, “Oh, I don’t like cats. Pussy, though, I do like!”

Now that was entertaining!

I didn’t turn on the lights in my apartment when I got in. I’m not interested in him in particular, but it was nice to have a man whistling after me as I walked away. A girl needs that kind of attention sometimes, and I admit, I didn’t mind it one bit. 😉