  it's wednesday.  my sister's friend erica and her son hector came to visit today.  i lived with them and rented their house in philly last year.  they told me stories about people i knew there.  loretta is a mutual friend who eventually bought the house on south 5th.  she wears cat-
eye glasses and plastic flowers on matching 50's dresses,  owns a streamline trailer home,  and is a tough- cookie bar- tender.  the first job i got in philly was at beau monde,
 where she works.  then a week later,  i got a second part- time job at modern eye,  and it turned out she worked there too.  so she thought i was stalking her for a while.
 anyway,  apparently she was at a party and had packed away a few martinis when she went up to a woman with crooked glasses and offered to adjust them.  the woman gratefully accepted,  and then loretta,  master optician,  accidently snapped the glasses in half.
 the woman was furious and said loretta would have to pay for them.  chris,  the optometrist we worked for,  was there.  " i told you not to do that,
 loretta,  he chuckled.  this amused me because i got a lot of shit whenever i broke someone's glasses ( which only happened a couple of times,  mind you!  oh,
 second- hand stories.  i went on a date last night.  it was pretty fun,  we had ice cream and talked for a while at some bar downtown.  he's very nice.
 but there wasn't much of a spark,  i have to say,  except in a friendly way.  it made me think about what i want from a boy,  which is,  in this order:
 intense sexual attraction ( mutual)  outgoingness ( because i can barely entertain myself,  much less people who are more shy than i)  obsession of some kind (
music,  film,  art)  self- obsession ( it's easier to be obsessed with someone who's obsessed with himself)
 bad- boy streak ( promiscuity or fucked- up world view -  i feel uncomfortable around people who are too PC)  and a healthy balance of intelect and frivolity/
materiality/ absurdity.  overall this guy scored pretty high,  so i want to see him agian,  but lacked some of those guilty pleasure qualities.  first impressions can be misleading though.
 i cleaned my room yesterday.  so satisfying.  i have a pretty awesome pad at my sister's house.  i should have more people over.  especially of the male variety.  henrietta (
my puppy)  is lying on the wood floor.  i'm listening to the animal collective,  who are playing a show with black dice later this month.  it's like the only good show going on this month.  austin is supposed to be such a happening hub of musical mayhem,
 but no.  maybe i just don't know where the house shows are going on.  i wonder if anybody is reading this.  i haven't told anyone about it.  •
