Yes, You Can January 30, 2009
Posted by Katie Oh in : Such As , trackback“So I have a date tomorrow,” I announced to the circle of my friends at the diner. Jenny gave me A Look.
“That’s not a ‘date’ voice.”
“I know…” I trailed off. A handful of us signed up for OkCupid and I had agreed to meet a guy for lunch.
“It’s not about the date. It’s about knowing that you CAN go on the date.”
And that, I suppose, is true: after spending the past year and a half or so pouring all my spare time into writing, I haven’t even found myself actively thinking that anyone I’ve come across is cute.
So, it was a date. Or, rather, a lunch, which was nice. I woke up with the beginnings of a headcold, so by the time I’d stomped my way into Manhattan, my head was all foggy and I could barely understand the menu. He’s a law student at NYU, did undergrad in Arizona. The irony, immediately, was that our home teams were facing off in the Super Bowl. He mentioned that the Cardinals aren’t really even paid that much attention to. I explained the Black and Gold phenomenon. I’d never had any Thai before, save for a taste of curry once, and was pleasantly surprised by the cuisine.
And, really, it was nice. It was an interesting change of pace to go from artistically creative people to someone more… logical, so to speak. I think I’d like to go out with him again, when I am not worried my brains are going to drip out of my nose.
And, of course, the reason my brains were dripping out: my kindergarteners. I started back last Thursday, and was immediately clung to by one of the little boys. The teacher looked wide-eyed, pointing to him and telling me “He doesn’t touch anyone.” That’s why I love my job. Even if some days they drive me up a wall, the little arms wrapped around my legs make it worth it. Tying their little shoes is worth it. Putting their coats on is worth it. I love my job.
I am also rather in love with school this semester: I have an old standby professor teaching me Shakespeare. I was idly chatting with Allie before class began, and I overheard him say something about Hudson University. My ears perked up.
“Don’t any of you watch Law and Order?” He asked. “Hudson University. If a co-ed gets murdered, they’re at Hudson. Pratt’s a stand-in, they’re always filming here and bringing stars.” Ahhh, I missed Doloff.
And my poetry studio with Christian Hawkey, a tall, soft-spoken man who just got back from Berlin. Eric Rosenblum, who reminds me of my cousin Jen’s boyfriend, for linked short stories, wherein we will only write two pieces. Sociology with a quirky PhD student from the New School. My World Civ professor used to work at the United Nations and draws intense connections in history. It is a varied schedule that is keeping me on my toes.
That’s all I’m looking for, what I need, really: to be kept on my toes. I haven’t been sleeping more than about 9 hours a night recently, which is actually a good thing: no more lazing around.
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Ah look forward to hear about another hale of a date.