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Valentine's Day Massacre

It started with my gift from Crafty--a text picture of the sunrise over the City of Industry as he was driving to work. I, on the other hand, had knitted him an alpaca and cashmere scarf to keep him warm when he had early call days. He accepted it with nonchalance and it was hard to not think how identically Douchebag would have handled it.

I had a dinner date with the Professor. He suggested Gyu-Kaku in Beverly Hills. Hey guys, here's a tip. If you are asking an Asian woman out for dinner, avoid taking her to Asian restaurants unless she specifically asks for it. I really didn't want to here how "great Kalbi" is. Yeah, I know, dude. I grew up on it. I make it. You're just the sucker who is paying way too much for it.

I originally positted that The Professor was gay, but I need to ammend that statement. He's neuter. That's right folks, I believe I have met my first totally neuter person. I don't think that he is attracted to any sex. He's almost a caricature of the high pitched, lateral lisping, socially retarded nerd that one hears about. He had no idea about volume control and spoke in depth about economic policies in the middle ages. When he wasn't talking about that, he kept asking about my job. All my dates, since I don't date anyone in the business, want to know all about acting. Favorite role? Am I union? What do I do with my days? Uh, blog about you and me on our boring-ass date... Frankly, it's annoying. I asked if we could talk about something else, but he kept hounding me about "Swingers" and how much of my life was like that. And then he started quoting entire scenes from the movie. Oh, dear god!

I didn't laugh once during dinner and didn't make a joke either. That's how dry it was. When I can't find anything to make a wisecrack about, you might as well medically induce a coma. He was, however, exceedingly polite and even broguht me a little heart shaped box of candies. Unnecessary, but sweet.

I told him I had to be home early, so we left at 8. I drove over to my friend J's work and we went out to bitch. She's dating a much older man with a son. He is involved in an ugly custody case and doesn't have a whole lot of time for her. But when he does see her, he showers her with elaborate gifts and doting attention.

Yesterday, I helped Crafty prep for his work and then bought him lunch. Difference? Yup.

She was down on Crafty for not making an effort to see me today, or even getting me a small token for this cursed holiday. I had to agree with her. I felt like I really went out of my way to help him yesterday and the least he could have done was make a freakin' phone call to say happy Valentine's Day in person as opposed to a text. But no. Nothing. I offered to come over to his place to have a nightcap with him before he went to bed, but instead I got a text while with J. He said he was already at home and was going to go to bed soon. I didn't answer.

I got home at 11 and watched TV. I was about to turn in when i got a message from him. I had sent him a racy photo earlier in the day. He had tried to retrieve it on his Blackberry but couldn't. The text said, "in the midst of slumber. Got Pics. Wow! Can't wait to see you again."

I replied, "How can you get the pics while in the midst of slumber?"

"Woke up and checked email"

And somehow that was gift enough. I'm trying to not project, but I know when I am really missing someone and I don't hear from them, I will wake up and check email or my phone to see if they called. To know that he was dead tired and did the same--it was nice. He does think about me.

I probably won't eat those candies that The Professor gave me. Flowers die. Ballons delfate. The sentiment is always nice, but in the end, the knowledge that the one person I do care about is thinking of me--well that's the best gift yet. Good god, I'm cheap!