ME:

Though I don’t understand your lack of contact with me, I have to LISTEN to it and respect your process, as I was not great at either while in our relationship and I am so so sorry for that. I really do hope that someday we will be able to continue the friendship we began. There are very few people in this world that I’d welcome sitting in a car with for 10hrs at a time… pretty special indeed.

In the meantime, I have torn my place and car upside-down and cannot find my pair of dark red prescription glasses.  If you have them I am requesting that you (carefully) send them to me and my parking pass as that costs me both money and time to replace and it still have 2 months left on it.

You taught me a lot. 
thanks,
lubey”

HIM:

“Lubey,

HIM:

“Your ad is all over cbs this morning… Tennis.”

I don’t really give a rats ass… I wish he’s get over it and move on.. It’s not healthy!! I’ve still responded to ANYTHING since before Easter!!

HIM:

I’m alone working at the office today… Last time I did this was during that trial.

I’m reminded that there are lots of things I appreciated about you in a relationship. You did show up. I think I made you feel as though I really thought you didn’t.  That was not the case… Even if you do sleep with a blanket around your head… 😉

I guess I just wanted to be sure you knew I appreciated you.

I’ve moved on but I still miss you sometimes hon. I hope ur happy.

J”

no response from me… still…

Happy Birthday Beautiful. I hope you have a wonderful day.

HIM:

“P got a phone and is txtng you”

How the fuck did she get my number but from HIM?? Fucking asshole using his daughter to do his dirty work!! She will never have a “normal” relationship with a man because her dad is a fucking crazyman!! What a bastard!!

HIM:

“They used your photo on a different cereal 🙂 miss you. Hope ur well.”

LEAVE ME the FUCK!! ALONEEEEE!!!!

still NO response from me!!

Glad we cleared all that up. Nothing worse than miscommunication left unresolved. So, based on what we talked about last night I’ve withdrawn from taking the bar exam next week, given up my apartment, had the initials “CS” tatoo’ed on the back of my neck, and have purchased a one way ticket to LA. Please clear out the left side of your closet, the right side of your kitchen, the out side of your balcony and the bottom 4 drawers of your dresser (I have a lot of socks). Also, I’ve contacted my parents (yes, even the dead one) and told them to expect a June 2016 wedding somewhere either in Hakaido, Japan or Winslow, Arizona, (whichever is closer) and happily told them we expect to be pregnant both 6 months after and 13 months before the ceremony. It’s twins, by the way. A boy named Pablo Fandango and a girl named Cheddar Alfafa (I like to plan in advance).

See you tonight at 6 pm!! (Can you pick me up please? Terminal 3.  I’ll be wearing a hat).

JC

July 22

Saw your Chase ad about 5 times this week. Congrats! You look cute.
J

Nothing from me

HIM:

“Glad to hear you’re safe and sound. Now, to wrap things up, so no threads are left. First, it was great hanging out with you, from plays to cupcakes, from Thai to Italian. You’re as interesting as Rachel promised. Now, on to that of which is never spoken: I first contacted you after the cheese video because I thought you were cute, I liked the sound of your voice (weighs heavily with me) and R spoke of your awesomeness. I had fun (well, most of the time, anyway) with our email exchanges and hoped it would translate in person. (Why would I think anything could/would/should come of anything with someone who lives in California, in the first place? Well, because my life and future have no geographic boundaries and like I said once, I’m willing to go where I need to be. But back to the point, then). So, in any case, as said, I hoped we translated face to face. Well, it did on my end (as much as it could so briefly) enough to make me curious.  But obviously not on yours. Totally fine. No explanation needed. That’s how goes. Some days you’re the bug, some days you’re the windshield. Nevertheless, I wanted to tell you I appreciated you letting me know right away that it wasn’t meant to be because it 1) saved me the embarrassment of making an ass of myself later in the weekend and 2) made hanging out  all the more fun once I didn’t have to wonder. So, like I said…epilogue…well, actually, more like a new chapter really…. See you on the right page….”

oh…… DJ guy.. why did you and how did you win me over?? but alas… can’t stop thinking of you and wish I could think of ….. nope.. can’t!!

July 4

HIM:

Happy Birthday!  July 4th. And you are, how old? America, I mean.  So, you never told me yours….plans, I mean. I laid out my ideas for this uncertain, yet interesting future. And yours? Are you an LA woman through and through, for now and forever?

ME:

My plan? Well… plan is a strange word in the vocab of an actress, would’t you say? My ENTIRE family is here… in the Valley (2 grandmothers, mom and dad – divorced)… If I could? I’d live in either Carpinteria or Colorado but alas.. the work is HERE for me. My thoughts are to stay here until I am successful enough to not have to live here anymore. As much as I love the weather and my friends/family… I was happiest when I was living away or am traveling away from here. It might just be the notion of taking more vacations and time away as LA, even though I’m born and bred.. has a funny way with people. I would prefer to raise my kids (when that happens) in a “different environment”, can’t say more family as much as small town feel, I guess. LA changes people, whether we like it or not, it does.. My stress level goes down after a few days away. So, no real plan.. somewhere warm and dry, maybe even with seasons other than summer and spring but then again… the mountains are so close and a home there is inevitable, even if it’s just a rental.

The future is as the future does… mamma always said.

HIM:

Sounds like the work is THERE for you.

july 6

HIM:

was it good for you? The weekend, SD, the fireworks…., I mean.

ME:

It was Ah maZ ‘ng!!

Everything seemed to work out.. listening to the LAtin Jazz at the Museum with a gang of friends on Saturday styled with an eclectic picnic and sangria. Then to the gloomy, yet tepid weather to explore the HUGE terrain of the zoo to the front row seat for the fireworks on the bay where 3 simultaneous exhibitions were rapidly blasting while the one directly in front of us was delayed giving us our own private finale. Incredible! They had new fireworks with smiley faces and stars. I LOVE ’em!!

couldn’t have asked for a better 4th weekend!

You? How does Sam handle the explosions?

HIM:

134 degrees here today.

HIM:

I stand correct. Sam melted. I miss her. I scooped up what I could, but it was messy…

HIM:

Are you looking forward to your friend’s show? Is there anything super New Yorky you were hoping to do? Food? Crime?

HIM:

Fear not. It’s supposed to drop out of the hundreds by tomorrow so your hair is safe. It’s looking less and less like I’ll be able to make Friday night, sad to say. And you’re staying in the Bronx that night, yes? But you staying in the UES saturday night, still, right? If it’s not too weird…Saturday night? Maybe a movie, then something to eat, or the other way around? Of course, at SOME point, you’re going to have to be okay with me calling you 🙂

ME:

this makes me more excited to see what’s gonna happen to my hair. mmmmmmm…..

quick, find a movie theater or library!!!

HIM:

You’ll be lucky if ur head doesn’t burst into flames.

HIM:

As soon as the news refers to the temperature in Kelvin, I’m going to kill myself.

ME:

So this makes us even, huh?

HIM:

Or not… I called you yesterday. But because I know you don’t want me to, I instead called a random number and then just called him Camden for 9 minutes. We had a good talk and even a few laughs. See? It wasn’t so bad.

HIM:

Saturday, Sunday… all’s good. I have plans to have some plans with you as, YES, I’ll be on the UES on Sat, Sun, Mon…not sure about Tuesday, yet. I pick up the keys at noon Saturday. I can see many other people if you don’t have time as I’ll be spreading myself thin during the daylight hours, I guess. Still haven’t planned anything yet…going flowin’. And if you need Sam help.. I’m around, to scoop her off the pavement.

Glad to hear that my hair will be safe. phew!!

Open to phone calls when I’m in NYC, thanks for playing my fun little game, I appreciate it.

What exciting trial/bar prep shenanigans are in the works for today?

HIM:

tomorrow? What time? Do you like flying? I bet you do. Or don’t. I don’t actually know you, so how would I know? It’s been a really busy week. Really. Busy. The Sahara-style heat plus oceanic humidity have made it exhausting. Also, you’re welcome. This is in response to “playing your little [email] game”. But confession nevertheless? I like email, sometimes, for certain things. But I’ve never really loved talking to people in blurbs and bites (or bytes) or sketch quips. Don’t get me started about Twitter. really. Why is ANYONE twittering details about their personal lives, like “Just wanted everyone to know – I have cancer. OMG!”…

Anyway, so you’ll be here tomorrow. And we’re on for Saturday night. Guess that’s all there is to say about that :-)… Until there’s more to say. Wanna’ call me when you land? Text instead (please see twitter reference above)? Should I just call you Saturday? Will you be patrolling NYC later after your show with your friend? Probably. Suppose we’ll just wait till Saturday, then, yes? Camden? Hello? Camden? I’m sorry — have I got the right number…brain…soup…must…stop…

JC