clare has left a new comment on your post "The Rain Hurts":
I have been reading your blog and have never written to you. But now I fel that I must. Something about this seems untrue to me. People don't hang out with othr people who insult them, at leas thtye dont for very long. What are you getting out of being his friend, you are either a massochist or you understand something about the interaction that you are not sharing with us. When he says you're not funny, or you're boring. What do you say to him in return? I had this kind of flirtatious dynamic with a man once.when he says these things, do you insult him back? I bet you do, and if you do, does he laugh? and if he laughs then I think it's love....or at least a lot of like. I think you like the ineraction you have with him because as i have read before from others its nice to have a man pull your pig tails for once insteasd of telling you how pretty you are all the time. I think he poses a challenge and he excites you, just admit it.
The reason this comment is getting an entry is because I accidentally hit "reject" instead of publish. I read the comment on my blackberry last night right after I got off the phone with DSG. I was livid. I called him and read it to him. "I can't believe I'm being judged by someone I don't know!" He noted the naivity of my remark given the blatantly obvious nature of a blog. Then he told me that she was right and there's nothing wrong with that. Then he sang a dumb version of "Who let the dogs out"- no relevance- and I laughed so hard I snorted. Nice. So let's call a spade a spade (even though I've been recently informed that that's a phrase rooted in racism). I don't think I have been disingenuous about DSG. I said in my last post that I loved talking to him and hanging out with him. Our dynamic is a bit like "When Harry Met Sally" minus the initial disdain. This blog was never intended for public consumption and I've never felt compelled to explain myself because those privy to its contents know that if someone cuts me down, I hand it right back. A shrinking violet the love pariah is not. As for his constant commentary on my unfunniness, he frequently laughs out loud when we're talking so I know its a way of needling me. And I have admitted that he's a challenge who excites me. Isn't that obvious?!
Where do things stand now? Status quo as in I remain planted in the friend zone. He was supposed to head back to LA on Monday but instead was one of the cursed passengers trapped aboard a JetBlue flight for 11 hours. Unfuckingbelievable. When we saw all the coverage of the 8 hour ordeal of Aruba-bound passengers, both of us bristled at how easy they had it compared to DSG's doomed flight. He challenged my media savvy asking why I couldn't report on their tarmac torture. I saw the gauntlet and vowed to get his and his friend's story broadcast. I sent an email to my contacts and ABC bit. After confirming it was not a Daily Show hoax she passed the information to the assignment desk. But here's the best part. DSG wanted the media attention, he thrives on it but World News Tonight opted to circumvent him and instead interviewed his friend who's name I had passed on as well. Last night, she was on network news as the survivor of the flight from hell. Once he's recovered from this slight, we'll hang out again and the battle of the wits will commence yet again. But it's fun and I would rather be involved at this level sans sex than in perpetual angst over a mental midget.
