Red-headed boy count = 2

So I bagged the red-headed marina frat boy today. It was so much fun, and so wickedly, wickedly evil! I gotta give the guy credit ... he is fun to hang with. We met at a hip shopping outlet mall in the East Bay, and I was talking to an acquaintance from work in the Crate & Barrel Outlet when he walked in like two hours late for our lunch. He is so bad at time management. So I had to tell him that he should be lucky he has a very, very long leash, because if I had given him a short leash, he'd have hung himself by now.

We ate lunch at a french cafe. I couldn't figure out what to eat, so he ordered a bunch of appetizers and then he apologized for being a take charge kind of guy. Whatever! I was glad one of us could figure out what to eat. I was really, really nervous about seeing him again, and I really wasn't hungry. And then I went through this thing about how fat I was feeling, and I didn't want him to think I eat like a pig, even though I kind of do.

I'm definitely getting a good ego stroking, because the guy is profusely complimentary and I feel very wanted and needed right now. And sadly I haven't had this feeling for a very, very long time.

Honestly I have no idea where this is all going. I kind of don't care right now either, which is not like me at all. Red-headed guy is just such a trip to hang with, and we get along very, very well and he makes me laugh and I'm very much myself with him I think. I told him that I can't figure out him out, but that it was a good thing because I didn't think I'd ever get bored with him.

But I always get bored with men and relationships... it's like a bad habit of mine. And red-headed guy already said I was really hard on his ego, and I felt so bad when he said that. To make up, I kissed his hand three times. I really should be much nicer to him though, because we do have a good time when we're together. And he likes to drink Negro Modelos, which is my favourite mexican beer. And if he likes Red Stripe as well, my all time favourite beer, then I'll really be in trouble.

But just so you don't think it was all that perfect, he kind of banned me from sending him email which kind of annoys me. He said he gets 90 emails a day, and doesn't want to add any more to his load. He says he's like so tech friendly, but I don't think so. If he was, why ban me from his email? I've been emailing guys since I was 18 years old, and I hate that he said I can't send him email.

In "Bridget Jones Diary", she kept a log of how many alcohol units she drank. I want to keep track of how many red-headed guys I see every day.

Red-headed guy count - 4

So the red-haired marina frat boy finally called back today. I actually had totally written him off today, and was happy that the whole bizarre episode was over. I was even looking forward to going out for drinks with a friend, and checking out the SF nightlife for more beautiful red-head boys since I see them constantly now. But now I guess the game is still on. We might even meet for breakfast tomorrow in Berkeley, although in his words "we should take it one day at a time", because he's got a crazier work schedule than I do.

He is such a Steve clone, only worse. Steve never had that kind of travel schedule. Googled Steve, the one that got away, last night and he's designing sports games for cellphones on the peninsula somewhere. God, I'd love to hook up with him again to see if our timing is any better this time around. I'm sure the guy is married, because he was really looking to do that when I met him.

And now I'm just mooning over Steve look-alikes and clones, that aren't as nice, are worse workaholics, and don't have his communication skills. No, I take that back. Scott was the worse workaholic I dated, because he started and was CEO of his own company and worked seven days a week. But at least Scott too had good communication skills. We emailed alot, chatted on line every day, and talked on the phone at least once a day, and he had a pet name for me within a week.

But the game is on, and although my conscience keeps putting up the red flags and telling me this isn't a good thing, my mind is made up and I'm bagging the boy one way or another, one of these days, when his schedule permits us that is.

Okay, now that we're talking about signs. How's this for an odd sign?

On Wednesday of last week when I was at the height of my lust in the dust crush on the red-headed marina frat boy, I saw 12 guys after work who had red hair. There I was sitting in Starfreaks across from the Embarcardero Hyatt Regency and trying to edit my screenplay when I saw 7 of them, count that 7 red-headed guys on the way into the place and for the 1.5 hours I sat there. Then at the gym and on the way home, I saw another 5 red-heads.

Who knew there were so many strawberry blondie boys in San Francisco? I couldn't believe it, so I started keeping track. I mean, I keep track of my things since I have thing for red-heads, and I'm telling you I never maybe see more than one a day. So 12 in a day is like weird, very, very weird.

But what this 12 red-head sighting is a sign of, I have no idea. Does that mean the guy was thinking of me or does it mean God was telling me there's more of him in my life so don't freak out, worry and fret. Who knows?