Really. I'm not. She just happens to live the next block over from me. And I tend to run into her as she's walking her children through the park. She's lovely. Tiny, pretty, and always wearing something I covet. Yet I'd never say a word to her. That's just the New York way. We see, we smile, we move on. My neighborhood is a hotspot for celebrity sightings. I see Philip Seymour Hoffman all the time. I saw Aida Tuturro and her adorable dog in the dog run. I've yet to see Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick, however. Her I'm whatever about, but a Ferris sighting might be fun. And can I just take this opportunity to say that I must be the only woman in all of New York who couldn't give a shit less about the "Sex and The City" movie? I mean, was it really necessary? At this point, there's no reason to see it anyway because the press has printed about six million stills from the shoot everywhere. You know, I actually sort of didn't mind the show when it first came on, but by the end I was so sick of Carrie and her whining, and the only characters I really liked were Miranda and Steve.
But I digress.
In other news, it was a rather eventful weekend. Friday, after doing some store checks with Kim, we headed back to Hoboken to have some beers. I ended up getting rather sad and nostalgic for my Hoboken days. I really loved it out there. On the PATH back into the city I started to think about the fact that the person who lived there and the person I currently am are two different people, and there's a lot I miss about Hoboken-era Jen. Maybe I can work on finding that feeling again. Not sure. It might have left when D did.
Saturday, a large group of us made it out to Long Island for some pumpkin picking, pie eating and wine tasting. All-in-all it was a really fun day, and it was great to have the majority of my friends in one spot. Things are so different now. It's hard to get us all together these days. Everyone has their own lives....it all sounds so trite but I wish sometimes that we could be like we used to be. Just be able to pick up and go away for a weekend without any of the responsibilities of debt, marriages, relationships in general, big people jobs, and of course, children. Granted I probably wouldn't be saying that if I was in a relationship and spawning. I just think about how nice it would be to be able to call up some of my friends and say "come get a drink with me" and not have a litany of reasons why they can't. Just how life goes, I guess.
Which brings us to Sunday. I decided to call things off with G. It was a long time coming, since we've been involved for several months, and I've been bored for most of it. He's a really sweet guy, but there was no spark. I've had most of my friends tell me that I probably won't get butterflies everytime I start a new relationship. But I wanted something...anything at all! Put it this way: In most other relationships I've been in, at the end of a long day all I wanted to do was either call the guy up and tell him about the little details of my day or skip the phone call completely and go be with them. I cancelled plans with my friends to be with them. I was disappointed if the guy cancelled on me! With G, if he cancelled, I was anything but disappointed. Free night for me! I had plans with him on Friday, and about midway through my second drink with Kim I realized I had absolutely no desire to leave Hoboken and go see him-I wanted to stay with my friend. No offense to Kim, but I should have wanted to return to the city immediately to see him. It just wasn't there, and I tried, I really did, but the last thing I wanted to do was force it. There was also the fact that he seemed completely indifferent to me at times. I don't know if that was just his laid back/pseudo-stoner attitude, or maybe he just wasn't a PDA sort of guy. I just wanted some indication that he actually was into me. So when he called me on Sunday and I broke it to him that this wasn't working, I kind of hoped for something to indicate that maybe I was being hasty. A "I really liked hanging out with you." Or how about a simple "I like you!" Nothing. I think I regretted my choice for about a second. Now my attitude is, on to the next one. Maybe I should try double-dating with Mary-Louise Parker....
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