I forgot to mention that including the aforementioned text I received yesterday, I also had missed calls and texts from the bearded guy.

The first two texts were around 3 in the morning:

What are you up to?

Where are you?

I don’t know about you, dear readers, but as a normal, functioning member of society, I am usually asleep in my bed at 3 am on a Wednesday.

Although there was a time in my life when I would be dancing at Hiro or Table 50 at that hour but that is neither here nor there.

And then the missed calls at 5 am??? Did I also mention that he is 33?? THIRTY THREE! The late night text from the bartender is excusable because he’s only like 23 and still a kid but men at 33 should not be sending late night texts. There are certain things that you just have to retire at that age. Like your myspace profile or Ikea furniture.

But now I feel waaaaay better about my drunk dialing behavior in the past.

Karmic redemption! At last!

On a random note, I just realized why I have been so drawn to bearded dudes lately. I’ve been doing these exercises from a self help book (shutup) or personal outreach as I like to call it and you’re asked to think about recurring archetypes and themes in your life and it hit me that I have always had this odd fascination with Paul Bunyan.

Yes, Paul Bunyan. The extremely tall lumberjack.

I remember reading tall tales in elementary school and thinking Paul Bunyan was just the epitome of the benevolent, heroic archetype with his big axe (is that a euphemism??) and blue ox (don’t tell me that’s another one!!!)

Most girls my age yearned for their prince charmings or boy band members. I wanted a lumberjack in a flannel shirt.

Anyway, that’s enough analysis. I have the day off today and I’m going to play in the city! And by play I mean I’m going to the bookstore to look for books on this and I hope that does not mean that I harbor a secret attraction to these people!!

Ed note: I edited the last part thanks to Jack’s comment. The last thing I need is more creepy google hits!