I woke at 5.30am and made my way to JFK. My driver, a jolly chap from the Dominican Republic, saved us from smashing into the back of a reckless driver weaving all over the freeway.
I am suddenly OVER Virgin Airlines who have managed to lose the Marc Jacobs sunglasses they told me they found last week when I arrived.
I am sitting next to a very effusive Jewish girl who is typing and organizing and eating and reading prayers out loud, asks the same questions repeatedly and is THOROUGHLY irritating but funny. My expectation is to sit next to a cute, quiet male who will speak when spoken to and not read prayers out loud. My resentment stems from this unrealistic expectation.
I expect to get to the air port and have my sunglasses waiting for me. God has other plans.
Last night had dinner with Dan and Cooper at Prune on 1st street. Delicious baked marrowbone (a la St John’s in London), pot au feu and trifle.
Without a doubt I am falling in love and have to be incredibly careful that this love does not become a dangerous obsession. Remember what happened last time? Expectations and Resentments.
I spent a great deal of time seeing old friends whilst in NYC and meeting some new ones. I saw Daniel R briefly and met up with the last of the book agents. Very nice man who I found myself explaining my circle plan.
I am being remarkably well behaved. I am not flirting, intriguing or altering my route for the wrong reasons. I see and immediately own up to the men I objectify.
I spoke to another man with a dog in the street called Chandler who then later found me via this blog. Thanks! Keep in contact.
I called John in LA who is in the doldrums. We Sex Addicts, what a glum lot we can be. Saying that, I had a very healthy time in NYC. I enjoyed spending time with Benoit and being around his book launch and his boyfriend. I enjoyed what I heard in the rooms-especially from our compulsive brethren. I related to other men who spoke movingly about multiple, on-line identities. I felt as if I had a greater understanding of my addiction so am less at the mercy of it.
I am going back to LA to get on with the goat and chickens house that needs built ASAP. I am having a final meeting with the solar guy and waiting on a price and timetable from The Edible Garden.
i have the same expectations of sitting next to a nice quiet charming man on airlines also!And if they make a wee mistake and give me your Marc Jacobs ,I”ll only borrow them for a week or so 🙂 You really seem to be doing well even with all the emotional upheaval youve had lately.Time for the revitilizing of Malibu.
i am deathly afraid that i am a sex/love addict….i related the most to you on the show….well, maybe not “related” but felt like if i had been there your the 1 i would have clung to and made ridiculous jokes and such to get through it and survive…..anyway…i don’t wanna write a shit load more because i fear you won’t be able to get back to me due to all the comments and responses you undoubtbly receive…buuuut~ if FOR SOME REASON you do read this and have the desire to give a confirmed drug addict and possible sex/love one some advice…..i would be FOREVER indebted to you sir…
peace and love
samantha
goats? solar power? edible garden? you are speaking my language. I doubt my future garden on st.marks will rival yours…
Funny, air travel can be such a strange experience. It really annoys me when fellow travelers lack basic courtesy. I used to wish I was seated next to a cute boy, but now with my daughter in the “terrible two’s” I always hope we are not seated next to any one. But reading prayers allowed over and over, and violently moving the seat back into your legs…it’s just common sense to know those behaviors are wrong. NYC to LA sitting next to a nut job would just make me anxious, by the time I got to my car to deal w/ the 405 or 105 or 605 I would be ready to hurt someone. Glad you had a good trip.
On my last trip to Nova Scotia a had to sit next to a young man who smelled like he lived in a barn. I’ll take your effusive Jewish girl any day. LOL
Duncan – Any thoughts on, or plans to help alleviate the extreme suffering of the people in Haiti? Best, Leslie
Glad to learn that I’m not the only one so concerned about who’ll be sitting next to me on the plane. I have high hopes for each and every flight, but it never seems to work out quite the way I planned it in my mind. On my last trip from London back to NYC, the woman next to me alternated between sobbing and loudly praying the rosary over and over and over. As we were about to land she finally spoke to me; explaining that she was going to New York to see her daughter who was undergoing surgery after a terrible auto crash and asking me to please pray for her. Of course then I felt awfully guilty about the fact that I’d spent most of the flight fantasizing about smothering the poor old gal. I do wish I were more naturally “Christian.”
Are the goats for weed control, their milk or both? I say this because (not that I drink much anyway) I recently switched to goat’s milk…far tastier and supposedly more nutritious than cow’s milk, to which this country has an unnecessary addiction.