I’ve gotten fairly used to getting my ass kicked. There’s this feeling of inadequacy that I have because I started late, because I don’t have the perfect pedigree, because I’m starting with less than ideal circumstances. I know I’m not the most talented guy in the room, I’m not the smartest guy in the room, … Continue reading Split Screen Sadness.
If you didn’t know, I was on a dating reality show called ‘The Proposal’ a while ago. Feel free to catch up on that whole experience here. It’s almost been six months since that aired, and chronologically it feels pretty good to talk about the aftermath of that whole ordeal. There were two main reasons … Continue reading Faking It.
I’ve talked before about working in Film and TV. It’s a weird environment, and something that takes some getting useful. So I was shooting the other day, and the scene calls for ‘the most beautiful woman in the bar’, and since it was a CBS procedural, she inevitably ends up dead a few scenes later. … Continue reading Kind of Beautiful. (And Other Notes from Wardrobe)
I will fully admit that I’m a frequent abuser of the ‘shuffle’ feature. It’s just one of those things I started with as a teenager, and it was great. I could skip from single to single, listening to my favorite tracks with no pause between. No cohesion, just wanting to live through the music. And … Continue reading On Shuffle.
(Part I) —————— So I left the room. I didn’t leave so much as I bolted. I don’t know why, I just felt like I had to get out. There is nothing decent about the casino floor at 6am. That saying about nothing good happening after 2am, you can basically extend that till 10am for … Continue reading Pas de Deux, Pt. II: Head Above Water
I was late. I hate being late to a date. For some reason this only happens when I’m seeing something at Lincoln Center. Mind you, I wasn’t late by any stretch of time, maybe three minutes or so after she arrived (what, you try getting from the east side to the west side during rush … Continue reading Case In Pointe.
My favorite artist is John Mayer. Infer from that whatever you will. I know he can be quite a douchenozzle and a top notch egomaniac, but if you read anything and ask any musician, he’s a hell of a guitarist. His talent and ability with the guitar isn’t the reason that I have such an … Continue reading Still Feel Like Your Man (and Other Mayer-esque Nonsense)
After trying to get women to be interested in me for my whole adult life, apparently I accidentally stumbled upon the formula. Be truly heartbroken, and use the phrase, “I’m not ready to date anyone yet” repeatedly. During the past hundred days, I’ve accumulated an incredibly awkward amount of phone numbers and Snapcodes (that’s a … Continue reading Bachelorhood, Redux.
“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.” It’s been a hundred days since Daisy and me ended. I can tell you that not because I’ve been obsessively keeping track of it with scratches on the wall like some prisoner, but because of … Continue reading A Hundred Days.
That’s a bit of an awkward title isn’t it? I tried to think of something shorter and more clever, but there’s something to be said for bluntness. As a romantic sap, I wholeheartedly believed in the concept of seeing someone for the first time, and then knowing that you’re meant to be together. This is … Continue reading 30 For 30: When I Stopped Believing in Love at First Sight