I Must Have Done Something Good

Holy fucking shit, I have had the BEST 24 HOURS EVER in the Man Department. I know I've been remiss in posting, but truly-there has been little to nothing to report until about 8pm last night. Then, the dam broke, the water flowed, and the next thing I knew the FOUR MAN PLAN was back in effect (and frankly, better than ever.) I am so inspired to post about all this that I'm doing so after 1am while I am running on 4 1/2 hours of sleep. But what can I say, this situation is JUST THAT GOOD. I mean, it fucking MERITS a 1am sleep-deprived posting. Who needs sleep when you have a stable of men awaiting you? Not me. But on with my story.

And here we go:

So, last night I attended a writers' social event at the bar in the Farmer's Market, where I promptly met a cute, very nice author of 3 books who recently sold a huge screenplay to a big Hollywood studio. I'm gonna call him The Author. He graduated from MIT and Brown, was unfailingly chivalrous towards me, and is taking me to dinner next week. I parted ways with him last night feeling self-satisfied (it's always nice to know ya still got it) and that would have been enough to satisfy me. Except I didn't even know what surprises fate had in store...

This morning, I rose from my cozy bed after a full 4 1/2 hours of sleep, to be greeted by a text message from the Musician, asking me to come see him tonight. Um, NEIN. Already have plans! I feel even slightly more self-satisfied, and I go about my day.

And here's where I really start to get rocked by the total cosmic awesomeness of this 24 hours:

I called Hot Guy with the intention of leaving him a nice message on his voicemail, because he's out of town. But instead, the phone rang 3 times and he answered. And he doesn't say "Hi" or "Hello", he says "I was just thinking about you." WHAAAAT? (Cut to my knees buckling.) We chatted a little and made small talk, and then he said "I'm really glad you called." I replied, "Oh, well, I know you like to text but I'm driving so it's easier to call" to which he said "I'm glad you did...it's great to hear your voice. How about dinner next week when I'm back?" To which I thought "FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! Wait...am I dreaming? This surely can't be real. No, I'm not! FUCK, YEAH!" And then I got off the phone and screamed for about 10 seconds. No kidding. I felt like a teenage girl seeing the Beatles for the first time in 1969. It was that kind of swoony, heart-stopping, breathless magic. Whew!

But I'm not done yet (because apparently the Universe has decided to really up the ante this week) because I went to dinner with some friends, and who should come a long but SUPER CUTE JAZZ GUY. Now, said friends have been considering setting me up with him for a long time now and...apparently that day has arrived. Because I got to dinner and there he was--adorable, very sexy, very smart and funny. We flirted over dinner and then had drinks together afterward and...wow. I am totally feeling this guy, too. There's nothing left to say except I THINK I MIGHT BE THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD TONIGHT. It's like that song in Sound of Music..."I must have done something good." Because in 24 hours I went from being seriously not dating at all to OH MY GOD, so many men and so little time. So much potential. So much hope. And DAMN, so many cuties!

Who knows what will happen? SUPER CUTE JAZZ GUY is sexy and we talk music together. HOT GUY really owns a piece of my heart...and he thinks it's great to hear my voice (I keep replaying that over and over again in my head). And THE AUTHOR is a blank slate...he, too, could be my guy. Why is this all happening at once? I'm not sure, but I am sure as hell that it's time to really enjoy this ride...because this happens but once in a blue moon.

Thank you for listening. Oh, what a night!!