The white Russian, still nuts (or at least driving me that way).

So the day I got back from Israel I went on a date with the white Russian. He actually kinda missed me and wanted to see me and take me out to dinner. Even though I was completely exhausted, I agreed.

He decided he would walk to my neighborhood so he got there around 8:30. We met at a Thai restaurant near my place. We had great conversation about Politics, Religion, our respective vacations…but one topic was consistant, his job.

See the thing is the White Russian works for an IT consulting firm that sends him to the clients (wherever they might be.) His latest assignment has been in NJ and they have a bus that takes him to and from the city. He’s been able to lead a fairly normal New York life and still do his job.

The problem is that the contract in NJ has run out and they have to move him. He was hoping for a New York assignment but barring that he wanted to go to Toronto. So it looked like he might have been assigned to the Toronto office and he was pretty psyched. However, something took a turn for the worst. He was assigned to…

Fucking North Carolina! I shit you not! North fucking Carolina! Anyway he’s not happy, needless to say. And this has made him, well, completely nuts. So while I’m falling asleep over my Chicken Pad Thai, he’s bitching about how he doesn’t want to go to North Carolina. I’m trying to be supportive, coming up with questions like, “well can you get another job? Is this really what you want to do?” And he tells me that he’s had another interview, he doesn’t really want to leave New York.

But then he hits me with, “what does it all mean? Why am I doing any of this? What should I do with my life?” This last question is the one we chose to explore. So I make suggestions, “go back to school, do something artistic, pick up a hobby…”

This conversation goes on for a while with very few productive thoughts. Eventually I take the white Russian back to my apartment and we watch the daily show. After the show he turns to me and says, “okay I know what I want to do. I want to learn how to use a derby hat.” He wants to learn how to juggle a derby hat, I shit you know. Whether or not he wants to do t his for a living is still unclear. This got him very excited.

We got into bed and kissed and cuddled for a bit, but no sex. He and I have NOT have had sex. I feel like he and I will NEVER have sex. And I think I might be okay with that. But it’s weird. There are moments when I feel like he can’t keep his hands off me, but then the next minute he’s essentially patting me on the head. Like a buddy he happens to be sleeping in the same bed with.

In the morning he was cute. I got up, got showered and dressed while he still slept. When I came to kiss him goodbye, he pulled me into bed and kissed me. Then he got up and dressed and walked me to work. When we got to my office he hadly even hugged me. I had to go in for the kill to kiss him..just a little peck. Now I know some guys are terrified of PDA but come on! He could have kissed me goodbye.

Anyway later that day he and I were chatting online later that day. I was stressed, still at work at 8:30 and hungry as hell. Needless to say, I was cranky. So he started critiquing a website I had just built and was fairly proud of. He only commented on the negative stuff and it was pissing me off. So I kinda snapped and then ceased to speak to him. He asked me what was wrong, and after several minutes had passed I said to him “I don’t know whether I really like you or whether you drive me completely nuts” to which he responded “maybe a little bit of both?”