Gyros and cheese fries

Last night after a 4 hour rehearsal (dancing mind you) I took some different trains back home with some of the other cast members. It was great to get to connect with a few people and in general every day I feel that I connect with more and more people in this big bad ass city of new york. It's tough though because I feel like I still have my guard up here...perhaps because I feel in some ways surrounded by so many different types of people and am just learning how to trust and let go a bit more. I also in general feel that I'm starting to learn even more of a refined definition of who I am and what I want out of life. Right now I'm learning to just "roll with the punches," as they say. Anyways...(I digress)....I got off a different stop last night and had a further walk. Luckily Ro called me as she was getting off the train and we chatted and both realized that even though it was 10 p.m....we were both starving and needed to get something to eat--no matter how guilty we felt. So we met at Pita Pan. She was good and just got some cheese fries...I enjoyed what seemed to be the worlds smallest gyro and also some amazing cheese fries. It was heaven just sitting down and watching Grey's Anatomy and eating. The guilt didn't set in this morning but...ehh whatever.
I can't wait to get some new clothes....I think that my butt just keeps going away. :-( I was so sad when I put my jeans on this morning because no matter how good I think the jeans will fit or look from the front...my butt is still sagging in the back. ha Damn genetics!!! My winter coat should be getting to me soon. I can't wait! My gloves, hats, and scarves...I'm not eve sure where they are...somewhere in Ohio. *sigh* Thanksgiving may be a whirlwind because if we're in the new place before then (we SHOULD be) then I am absolutely considering an extremely quick trip back to Ohio to load up all of my things and bring them back so that I have my bed-and so that we actually have furniture. *keep your fingers crossed*
One final rant...last evening as I was taking the train down to Chelsea where my rehearsal was I had a very interesting experience. Standing on the platform waiting for the train you often make eye contact with people...occassionally it will happen to be a very good looking man. At first you have the awkward stare and then look down and then stare back and then the train goes and it was like this little special secret moment that only you'll know about. Who knows he could have been looking at how terrible my hair was or something. In general I think guys here really don't want to waste any time and so they're right to the point. As I'm sitting on the train this older guy sits beside me....he starts talking to me and asking me questions about Chelsea. I tell him I don't go there often but occassionally I will go out there or have dinner at Food Bar or something....he then proceeds to tell me that he's maried but gay and his wife knows...they're totally best friends...he has two kids....and that he would like to get to know me. Ok I'm a nice guy...but good God! haha Do I have a magnet on me that says "please only married, straight, or taken men?" I got the guts to actually look him in the eye and say..."I'm not into married men...." The feelings here is that most men know what they want and they dont want to "waste time." Perhaps I'm wrong on this assumption? I don't know...but in general that kind of seems like how things roll sometimes-not just in dating. To me half of the amazing thing about getting to know someone is the time in getting to know them...those periods of uncertainty with how someone will react to something, learning what someone's favorite food is, favorite song, etc...that takes time. Call me old fashioned? ha! Watching Grey's last night made me think again, as always and of course my morning commute listening to John Mayer...*sigh*
Random thoughts for today. I hope to hit the gym this weekend...I'm feeling ultra flubby the past few days. :-(
---J.