A Hike to Remember

So dreamy **i** (not to be confused with **v** - and yes, things really are over with **v**) and I are going hiking Friday night. He's the dashingly handsome man that took me to the Spring Ballroom Dance concert. Remember? (Hey, just because he waited 6 months to ask me out again doesn't mean anything...I want a guy who makes wise, well thought out decisions...yeah...)

I told him about my show and he said he wanted to come see it. I posted a comment on Facebook stating that I only had 6 shows left and that prompted an email from said gentleman, **i**. He asked if I was looking forward to the free time after the show was done and I mentioned that I was exciting to do other things again, like hiking...yeah, I was totally playing up to him. I mean I do like hiking...see the picture above for proof...just because I know he likes hiking and happened to mention hiking...well...it's something we have mildly in common! All I'm trying to do is build relationships of trust - right? Anyway, he said if I did well enough in the show that he might even take me on a guided hike...guess I did well enough. :)

Cross your fingers for me! Maybe if I'm lucky he'll ask me out again in another six months!!

And for those of you who think I don't like hiking...

It's Over...Before it Began...

So I've been out with this guy a few times recently...we'll call him **v**. I was pretty stoked when he called up and asked me out, I'm not gonna lie. He knew about my insane schedule and arranged for a Saturday lunch date. Then he made dinner for me after the show one night...invited me for a Sunday drive a few weeks later. Things seemed to be going well. So I decided to invite him over for dinner...I figured it was about time I initiate something. He came and dinner went well. He even sat towards the middle of the couch while we were watching the CES Fireside. However, something went terribly wrong during dessert...

I tried a couple of times to invite him to my show, but chickened out. I finally plucked up the courage and casually said, "You should come see my show...you know, if you have time." To which he responded, "Yeah, we'll have to see..." We'll have to see?? I obviously cannot see myself with a man with such poor decision making skills. Nor can I see myself with the type of man who doesn't know the right answer. Of course the dress doesn't make me look fat! Of course I should get the dessert! Of course I look prettier every day! Of course you want to come see my show...as if you have anything better to do!

Oh well...on to the next man. Guys are like buses, right Mom? If I miss one, the next one will be around shortly...say 12 months...

Personal Space Issues

For those of you with theatrical experience (or if you've seen Noises Off), you know that part of the fun of doing a show is all the shenanigans backstage. My favorite part of The Hasty Heart is a 10 minute stretch where Rhett and Richard vie for laughs as they go head to head trying to think of something funnier than the other. Seriously - they make me laugh SO hard! Usually I'm able to keep an ear out for the cue lines before my entrance. However, tonight I was laughing a little too hard (silently) and totally missed my cue to go on stage! Oops! But I digress...

So right before my favorite part of the show, there's a two minute segment that has become a game of hide and seek. For whatever reason, I exit and then another cast member exits and we happen to be the only two off stage for about 30 seconds. During that 30 seconds this cast member has developed a habit of hugging me or touching my face or even pushing my face against his shoulder. I tried to politely resist - I don't want to hurt his feelings and I don't think there's any bad intent on his part. To be honest, I have NO IDEA why he does it...except he may like me. Regardless of the reason, I was ready for it to stop after about 4 nights of this. So I decided it was time to just get the heck out of Dodge! So after exiting, I proceed all the way out the door of the theater to the outside. One night I went left instead of right (still inside the theater) and he followed me, so I just kept on walking! Now, I just leave completely...wait a few minutes and then come back once more people are back stage. It's stupid, but at least my personal space is not infringed upon!

As if that weren't enough, there's another guy in the cast who likes to put his arm around my waist and hug me. He's a cute thing and I don't want him to feel rejected, but really people! What ever happened to personal space??

Only 6 Shows Left...

Wow - it's hard to believe we only have six shows left! But it's a blessed thing. For about a week and a half I wasn't sure if I was going to make it through the rest of the show. I briefly thought about how I could get out of the show (fake an appendicitis attack...I know how that works, or step in front of a moving vehicle and get somewhat seriously injured, etc.), but then I decided I better just stick around. After all - how would they find a replacement within 24 hours? That would just be mean of me. This tough stretch also happened to be accompianied by an attack of allergies. I took my first sick day EVER at this job - the last time I took a sick day was during the before mentioned appendicitis attack.

But then last Friday night I got my second wind. It's fun to do the show again. I feel perfectly happy about the fact that the last show is this Saturday. I'm still enjoying giving a performance, but very much looking forward to having a life again. It's been a good run. I have fun co-workers who make me laugh SO hard back stage!! And the part has been a really fabulous part. It's been a great experience. So friends and family - forgive me for complaining. I'm not going to say I'll never do another show, because I probably will. BUT - I never EVER want to do a show single cast for 6 weeks straight. If I ever consider doing that in the future, it will be because a) I've gone insane, b) I found a nice sugar daddy who supports me in my habit, or c) I've won the lottery and stopped working full-time. 118 hours until I'm free...