Got a Hello today from Roberta, the girl I sat next to on the plane years ago. She's in college now and still traveling the globe from Italy.

What an interesting world we live in.

Had a full-on zero sleep the other night. The insomina's creeping back. Wondering why, but suppose it's just the way it is with me sometimes.

Saw the rents the other day and stopped by the local Asian supermarket for cheap produce and such. Saw a lotta non-asians there; laughed to myself only cause I can hardly make heads nor tails outta anything - then again, maybe they're all Asian scholars.

Can only imagine onea them picking up say a durian and going, "Why don't I give this a shot?"

A lotta young people too bouncing around. That's cool, that they're willing to shop in a joint where the only English spoken's with an accent.

Speaking of younger people, a lotta them're convinced that all Republicans're evil and that good things'll happen if everyone's a Democrat.

Which is not to say that the Republicans haven't bungled the last several years of power, they have. And there're d-bags and hypocrites on both sidesa the fence.

But the fence's sorta my point. There needs to be conflict to make things the way they're supposedta be. Y'know what y'get when you only have one party supported by millions of fanatical young people that are absolutely certain their cause is just, their party righteous?

China. Y'get China.

Love being Chinese but I cannot stand China. The government's as thuggish and vile as y'can get.

Nietzxche once said that "Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies." The key to not being a jerk is by accepting that y'might be wrong.

On that note, suppose I should really try a durian onea these days.

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Went out the other night with WM, Paul and a female friend. WM ended up being straddled by this attractive girl in the middle of the club, so the resta us bounced.

Midnight, we get a call from WM saying that he's coming over. We all ask him why he didn't bring the girlie home and get to know her in the biblical sense.

He said it was cause he liked her and wanted to see her again. Paul and I understood but our female friend didn't. Thought it a bit of role-reversal.

Sometimes, dunno if we're the weirdos or everyone else are.

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Was on the train the other day when a really drunk girl and a guy stumbled in. The train lurches so she grabs me for support.

The guy, obviously trying to close the deal with her, looks mildly annoyed. So, chat them up until my stop.

At the end of the stop, he asks if I wanna grab a drink with them but I say, Can't. I'm seeing my girl. Goodnight, Alex. Goodnight, Jessica.

Goodnight, Logan, they say.

I do so enjoy my random meetings.

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Was walking to church tonight when I accidentally kicked a piece of ice and and it skidded along when a guy kicked it back, by accident. So I kicked it back to him and he kicked it into the street. As we passed each other, we had the exchange above.

Had a very quiet weekend. I saw my friend Nadi for dinner where I chatted up these two pretty girls. They asked what I was doing in their town and I told them was seeing my girlfriend. After that, they ignored me for the rest of the night, which I found amusing. Convinced Nadi to come into the city with me and she met Heartgirl and Paul.

Saturday, Heartgirl and I went to the Museum of Natural History and saw the Cosmic Collisions - very cool. They had a blinking keychain with my name on it. She grabbed one too that just happened to be the name of her ex. It's hard to compete with an imaginary person. Plus, her creepy friend just sounds like a really needy tool. He makes me wanna roll my eyes more than wanna take a shower these days.

Went home and caught Can't Buy Me Love with her - which was the very first movie I ever went on a date with. Was 14 years old then - man, I'm old. Hadn't seen in, quite literally, decades. Was good except for the clapping. Hate when they have clapping scenes in films and every 80's high school film had one.

Suppose I have reservations about Heartgirl cause the more you let someone in, the bigger the hole they leave if they...leave. So I'm always the guy that bolts for any reason whatsoever - better to bolt before you get too attached. Maybe it's too late. I rather like the quiet nights of my boring life. Sorry guys. Oh wait - I grew a beard. That's about as exciting as my life gets these days.


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My roomie had an attractive and cool friend stay over during the summer and we got along well. She showed up recently to stay for another week and she opened with the above conversation. We both laughed before she gave me hug hello.

Seriously, though, the ebb and flow of my life does still surprise me. It's always nice when the surprise isn't a nasty one.

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Friday, crashed a party in Chinatown. Maybe cause I got a face that says, I know where places are - though I don't - or a face that says, Ask me, I probably speak English. Regardless, on the way there, three groups of people asked me directions. Last, was a group of German tourists. Per their reaction, answering them in German was akin to my sprouting wings and flying.

Get sucha kick outta that; I imagine them recounting the story when they return - And then in Chinatown, in America, we asked this Chinese guy how to get to Canal Street and he answered us in German! (it was crappy German but still!)

Party was interesting. Since I'm tired of The Standard, and there was a whiteboard, made a buncha girls tell me what they did for a living a la Pictionary. They had no rum so PB and I killed the scotch.

A buddy got a text from his pseudo-girlfriend and he beamed so much that the girl he was chatting to started to cry! Turns out, the girl just got outta a bad relationship and wished that her guy would be as jazzed to get a text from her as my buddy was from his girlie.

So I pointed at the exit and said, You never know what's coming through those doors. You can never change how people think, only yourself. So why put yourself through that?

Dunno if she believed it but it's true - it's all heartache or paper cuts; either way, it's nonea your business.

Sunday, had a quickie brunch with Heartgirl by the water. We both agree that 2008 sucked hard for each us.

However, we also agree that 2009 looks promising.


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Was at a random restaurant where I ran outta the restaurant to say hello to a co-worker from a former life as he walked by. He married a girl that also worked with me. We traded numbers and he left. Ten minutes later, I saw the wife and waved at her. She didn't recognize me but smiled and waved back.


The Professor and Tommy aren't around so, after Thanksgiving, stop by Danny the Good's house.


Just happened to be cleaning out my desk in my office and stuffed it into my my jacket pocket before I went to see them. They think I'm brilliant. Or insane. Not sure.

For the first time in a year and a half, slept for three days in a row. That's a lot for a guy like me. Also had a lot of interesting conversations.

Yes, we're that geeky.

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Went to Florida for 20somthing hours over the weekend. Last minute decision; my brother's moving to Cali so he was having a last hurrah. Started out at the Chesterfield Hotel which was fulla doctors, nurses and booze. Lotsa booze. Onea the guys was getting frisky with onea the girls.

Then we hopped over to a club called Cameo where, fortunately, some guy floated alla us in.

Unfortunately, a bunch of guys in masks, dogs and guns stormed the club. Fortunately, they were cops. Unfortunately, they shut the joint down, arrested alla the owners and bartenders and, more dismaying, didn't lemme finish my drink.

The group decided to hit up another party but I ended up chatting with a promoter at another joint and managed to convince him to float us all in and comp us a bottle of vodka. He ended up buying me a buncha shots too. I like Miami.


The bartender leaned over and said she was buying me a shot of Tequila too. Told her that Tequila and I weren't on speaking terms but she bought me one anyway. At around 2AM, she pulled me onto the dance floor. Afterwards:



Rushed to the airport, missed my flight, so went back to brother's. Try number two worked and I ended up in Newark airport at 21:15. Dropped my buddy Paul off downtown and zipped off to my favorite lady in the world.
Heartgirl, my favorite lady whom I'm not related to, is away for a few weeks. In Africa. Think I miss her already. But it's probably for the best. The next two weeks are gonna be rough.


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Heartgirl asked me recently if I watched The Pickup Artist, implying that that's where I learned to be the boy I am. But we both know that I made a fool of myself long before that show came out.

Tina Fey's all over the place these days causea Sarah Palin but she cut her teeth in improv. In the vid, she takes one idea and ends on a completely different point entirely. It's fascinating cause you can see how her mind snaps associations together. Rain's like that too in real life (don't send him an email). It's called a Monologue in improv. It's a crucial life skill to be mentally quick on your feet.

Have to say that improv was a one of two major components of being good out and about; the other was a line from Brian Tracy and quoted in The Game: Don't be yourself, be your best self.

Contrary to what most people think, the key to connecting with people isn't to be fake, but very much the opposite: to be as really you as possible - assuming, of course, that the real you's not a douchebag.

Cause you never stumble for words with your friends - you just say what you think. The guys that screw up out and about are the guys that hide who and what they really are:


Painful right? It was a real conversation. So was this one immediately afterward:


In a related note, Heartgirl's sister thinks I'm gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Heartgirl says it's cause I talk so much with my hands, use words like "lovely," don't play sports and am unabashedly nerdy. But it's who I am.

It's a suckers game to pretend to be someone you're not. Y'can never keep it up. If you watch the vid, here's the thing - everything she's saying is true. It's that honesty that makes it so entertaining, funny and compelling.

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The Game is recommended reading:

• for guys, mainly cause you gotta think, if this dweeby, skinny, bald dude can ask anyone out...
• for girls, mainly cause you should know what's out there.

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Meet a pretty German girl Monday night on the way home. Woulda asked for her info but, as I said, I'm distracted. Naja, I say, angenehm...tschüss.

Get home, shower and run out the door to meet up with LisaV. We're supposed to go to a church function but she can't get outta work so we meet up at Mooncake Diner. It's packed so we bounce to Excellent Pork Chop House for take out and head back to her place where her roommate's painting. We inhale it all over conversation and a glass table. Surprisingly, it's actually excellent.

Head out to meet up with an old friend but we can't coordinate so I swing by Rain's for some scotch. A photoshoot's going on with some models so I take a few pics of them and his new canine friend before taking the long walk home.

Tuesday? Tuesday was a whole 'nother story.





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So my date on Saturday was really fun. Here's the kicker though - wasn't with Heartgirl.



She swings by and we end up watching two films and ordering in. We somehow find ourselves doing Stupid Human Tricks: I do a split and she touches the back of her head with her toes. We both end up laughing on the floor.


There's that word again: disappointment. Isn't that the worst, worst part of dating?

Heartgirl just told me why she couldn't make it. It was a very good reason, actually. But there's always a very good reason to bail, yeah? To quote HEI, everyone has their front-runners and back-burners. To add to that, sometimes you're the front-runner, sometimes you're the back-burner. Just how it shakes out.

While I think Heartgirl and I'll always be friends, there's never a really a good point to stick around, romantically, if you're someone's back-burner. Mrs. Lo didn't raise any stupid sons.

Hopeless romantic ueber-nerds, yes. Stupid, no.

Cause I believe someone'll see what you're worth; you'll be someone's front-runner someday and she'll be yours. Until then we all do just fine on our own.


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A buddy swings by on Friday for a visit but I don't have much time to hang out. Spend the night watching the last James Bond flick (which rocks) with HEI and some takeout.

Saturday's a strange day. Get caught in the rain before I head to a dinner party with the girl in the top pic from this entry when Syd's lens cap falls into the subway tracks. Have to wait an hour for someone to fish it out. At the party, the toilet gets clogged and I'm the only one that tells the host about it. Course, people think I did it, but whaddya gonna do? Meet a blue-eyed girl whom I walk back and tell I'll meet up for caramels. She says she's game.

Because of the movie, lately a lotta people tell me that my life is like the male Sex and the City. Dunno - never seen an episode. Don't understand why, though, it's not like I sit around drinking pink drinks, gossiping all the time and jumping from bed to bed. It's tough enough falling asleep in my own bed.

Besides, life is in the living - you should be living your real life and not watching someone else's made up one, yeah?

Unless, of course, it's James Bond.

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Yes, it looks like something interesting. It's not, just friends.

Been wondering if the SING really exists. It's the hopeless romantic in me; after thinking HeartGirl was her, now I keep wondering if I'll ever run into her again. How ridiculous.


Music: maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me
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Since I lost my phone, I ran through all my old messages.

I'm sorry I couldn't come...
Mr. Logan, this is...

The last one stopped me cold.

In response to the person that sent me an email a while back, the answer is: 24 hours. Sometimes less than that. Sometimes it just takes one screwup to go from being someone that calls and says Hey it's me, to being a complete stranger.

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Yesterday, was out in Brooklyn grabbing some court papers. Not fun. Sheridan had a dinner to attend and the hostess wrote to him, "Make sure you invite Logan Lowe!" He laughed and said I had to come. It was another catered affair with wealthy lawyers, entertainment people and artists.

The hostess was trying to set up Sheridan with people. She said that she would say, That's a lovely dress/outfit, to indicate that the lady was available. Clever. People said she fixed up Kevin Klein and Phoebe Cates. Who knows?

A French waitress I briefly dated was there completely by random. Literally, completely unexpected. She told me to call her; told her I would.

Bounced early with this clothing manufacturer because Sheridan got us into the Hamptons party in midtown. It was thrown by the same guys that threw this and this. Open bar, beautiful people, the usual song and dance. Walking around, bump into the French waitress again! Call me; I will.

John Leguizamo was the guest of honor - and the host mispronounced his name, which clearly pissed him off. Had a lot on my mind, and rum in my system, so I really wasn't into it. Sheridan and hopped before midnight. Walking up 10th Avenue, I rang someone.



Music: I am not an ill-willed person I do not wish bad things for you
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Friday, go to a party thrown by Jenny and friends - they hired a bartender and had an open bar. Sweeeeeet. Saturday, spend the day roaming the hood with with HEI. We end up having a wind-tunnel-like lunch at the Boat Basin. She's all sorts of lovely.

Saturday night, go to a friend's b-day party. Meet someone I swear is the Ship In the Night Girlie.


She and I hang out with Paul and WM til six in the morning. We finish up the night at a French bistro downtown as the run rises. Lose my phone - ugh. That's a whole entry in itself.

Don't get into bed until 7AM. Wake up a little while later and run in the rain to meet up for a memorial lunch for Mike. His sister gives me an envelope fulla singles; said she wanted me to hand them out to anyone that asked for help cause Mike woulda liked that. Said I would.

Hop off to church where I meet a girl from Holland and end up walking this girl Beth home - she's involved but fun company. Give her the nickel tour before we run into Jenny and some other people 'round the way.

Finally get a few moments to think. Wonder if I'll ever see Ship in the Night Girl again. Stupid isn't it? You see a girl for a moment and she's in your head weeks later?


There're numbers I'll never get again in that phone I lost. Seems like more ships pass me in the night than I thought.

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Ran into my friend Christianne tonight too. Here's a story about her or you can just listen to her sing to you now...


Music: Hey Snowflake! What 'cha doin on Arlington Place?
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Friday, crash a party with some amazing food by this gorgeous 5'9" woman. Also meet this 6'1" Italian woman who's looking for some people to hang out with so we exchange info. Man, wish I were taller, wish I were a baller. Oh well.

Saturday, hit up a party and play with a killer camera and take all these pics. Round 11, meet up with this girl Yvey as well as her friend Pyro. Then at 2AM, meet up with my buddy WM who's hung up on a girlie. Tell him that the girlie'll either call or not but either way, it resolves itself. He asks how I'm sure.


Sunday had a date with French girl that started and ended there. Also saw a friend and just wept - but it was cause we got ourselves into a laughing fit and couldn't stop. I think we laughed for five minutes straight.

Speaking of weeping, made yet another woman cry, but for different reasons:


I like to mix it up. Do something good every once in a while.

It helps me forget people 'n things.
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Rain and Scottie invite me to to a party uptown. Since he never heads uptown, had to say yes. Going there, meet a blue-eyed girl named Gwen who said she can't tell who's mad and who's wearing a bluetooth headset. Contemplate giving her my number but we didn't hit the pivot point so I don't.

At the party, make my way across to my friends and run into pair of long legs before I find Rain.


We bounce into the bar in the pic where Scottie and Rain tell me that there's something wrong with me cause I don't sleep with the women I date.

Soon, we pile inna Scottie's whip. When we hit Central Park, Rain jets. Earlier, mentioned I liked Rain's leather jacket so as he exits, he takes it off and hands it to me. It's yours, he says. Before I can protest, he's already in a yellow going downtown.

He's a good fella, that one. I'm wearing it below.

Once home, I get a message that Pretty Jenny and some others're around the way but then onea my stories I thought ended drops me a line.

You should stop by here for a spell. It'll break your heart, NYC in the Spring.

But it's totally worth it. If only for the people and the violets in Central Park.


Music: Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day - take me to New York
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Busy weekend. Here're the highlights. Friday, meet up with Pretty Jenny and her friends. We all hang out downtown where an outdoor flick's playing. Then we're off in cabs to another joint where I snap the pic below and Jenny buys rounds. Gave Tequila another chance and she screwed me. Always ends the same.

Saturday, Rain, Hazel, Paul and I hit up a few bars and The Park. Between the bartender whipping a patron with his own belt and the skinnydipping in the club, I run into the Cornell crew; a woman from way back; somea Paul's friends; and somea Gio's friends. Said it before, NYC's a small town. Eh, at least you're never bored.

Speaking of town, Caligirl's back in it and wants to get together; she's marrying someone else. But it's not the man she loves and not me either. It'd be funny if it wasn't. She found out about this blog too so I guess her story ends here.

Arrive home comfortably numb, and there's a painfully sad email sitting in my inbox that sobered me up right quick. Couldn't read it all. Guess that story ends here too. She had the most beautiful eyes.

Three stories ended this weekend, in one way or another. I'm always exiting people's Venn Diagram or vice versa. Sucks either way. Hence the Tequila. Stupid Tequila.

Rethinking pouring my life into this blog. No. 5 once asked once if I was lonely. No, I said, I have my secrets. Only got a few left.

And those I wish I didn't have. Cause they rattle 'round my brain at 5AM and keep me up. Stupid secrets.



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Met up with some friends for a Spring party. There was a girlie there from Guest House a few months back. My friend was gaming her but I could tell she was vibing me so I discreetly bounced - girlies come and go, good friends are harder to find. He's now with someone else so fast forward to this past weekend.


Was leaving cause I was thinking of ringing SX when I ran into a pair of green eyes.


Walking to the subway, flicked on my mobile and dialed a number. I'm sleeping, she said, but we talked until dawn anyway.

Saturday involved more rum, the Token girl (who's moving 'round the way), the bouncers at Solas (who turned me upside down), Paul and a German girl in Zum Schneider (who was entertaining), and a Russian blond (who was awfully handy) on 9th Street.

Sunday night, went to church and sat next to a friend who told me she couldn't make it to my birthday. Then I walked home with Jenny again.

It's Monday. Got 11 days left; the devil's been calling. Afraid I'll have to answer at some point. The devil and God comes when you're on your knees.

Don't wanna be on my knees again. Thankfully, that's where the rum comes in.


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Won't be posting much this week. Getting audited. I've got 24 days to come up with $25,674. I really dunno how much more pressure a man can take.

Life's...stressful.

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Friday I saw Hazel and her pretty friend, Helen. We chatted about life and love out in the wilds of Long Island. Then I drove them home. The weekend was off to a good start.

Until the letter above came in Saturday morning. Gio rang me and said we had to go out to a party in the Upper East Side. A party in UES's like a party in the wilds of Long Island. But I went anyway.

Glad I did. I met a beautiful Sexologist who refused to kiss me.


Of course, she was 23. Not a pescatarian and not from NJ, though - Philly. We called it a night at 4AM and she told me to look her up when I was in her part of the world.


Rolled out of bed a few hours later and worked non-stop. Paul and Hazel wanted to buy me brunch and Rain wanted to shoot me dough but charity and pity ain't my thing. Rum's my thing.

Stopped so I could make church on time at at 16:30; stayed until 19:45. Was walking home when I ran into lovely Jenny. Coffee and conversation? I asked. She nodded and we went to a bookstore where I told her about my life. And she told me about her's.

She said her dramas seemed small compared to mine. I shook my head. Heartache doesn't work that that way - there're no absolute values of pain. Anyway...let's actually plan to do this again instead of leaving it to chance, I said. She laughed and we left.

Hopping into my whip, I raced across the city see the woman I love most in the world. When I arrived, she beamed and gave me a huge hug.


Gave her a kiss on the cheek and went downstairs where I sat by my lonesome. Took a deep breath, bowed my head, and asked for some grace and mercy. I ate, washed and took some poison to sleep. Coulda been better but coulda been worse, I guess.

I told you, yeah? There's always more room for down.


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Someone wrote me an email recently saying that she was glad to find another hopeless single. Sweet sentiment and I'm clearly single. But I think I'm the opposite of hopeless.

Almost pathologically, stupidly so. Saw L, Sheridan, and TexasA tonight and had the following conversation while trying to sober up on a Tuesday night.


Pathological. Because, in my head, there's always tomorrow.

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I went on a blind date with a very cool and attractive, brown-eyed girl today.


Also met a bevy of lovely Christian girls at a party on Friday. Weird thing is that when I found out they were Christian, I slipped into anywhere but church mode.

It's a mental block.

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I wanna share my current favorite songs this week. If you blog, will you post songs and videos this week? If you don't, post music in the comments? Introduce me to music you love.

It'll make these days go by faster.

I'd like them to go by faster.

Music: I don't believe that you, you don't believe in me
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We both know my life is full of suck. But lately I've been getting some win. Weekday win is the best.

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Friday night, Paul and I meet a pretty brown-eyed girl who says she's Asian but doesn't look anything 'cept Irish and offers to buy us a drink. We also meet a group of 22 year olds (course) who ask if I talk to God. I do.

Saturday, I'm on the wrong side of 10PM when I get dressed. No plans but I live in NYC, dammit. There's always something, right? Who wants in? I'm game, Gio says, and we're off.

We bump into Burn, who says she's happy to see me. I tell her I missed her and don't lie. She says the same and kisses my cheek.

Sunday, the cobwebs fade a bit when Sheridan and I grab brunch round the way. He's buying another building in Chelsea and asks if I want a piece. I laugh and fill him in.


I tell him I always look good and he laughs. We go and have the best time. I walk up to a girl and say, My friend's occupied and so's yours, let's keep each other company and make 'em jealous, yeah? She laughs and I take her by the hand.

She's beautiful and, it turns out, married. But we all know my head's not in the game. I tell her she's a good dancer and that it was nice meeting her. She was. It was. I also give her a hug and tell her my name. Then I'm gone.


Just got in - I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, maybe, yeah?

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