Angela Tung Oversharing on the internet since 2005.

Feels like spring, though I know it’s temporary. It’s supposed to be back down in the 40s by this weekend.

I really feel like I’ve been neglecting my little projects – the city blog and Flickr in particular – and all because I met a guy I like. Not very feminist of me. I *have* been taking pictures though, and just need to upload them.

I think I’m not feeling the city blog right now because I’m taking this writing class and have been working a lot on my memoir. Writing that and writing little pieces above events and things in the city are very different. Or maybe I’ve just lost interest.

Monday night H. and I hung out. We saw Amazing Grace, which was just okay. It wasn’t awful but it wasn’t great either, though there are few excellent scenes. Things with H. continue to go well. We talk almost every day, even if only for a few minutes, and have been seeing each other a few times a week.

I recently came to this conclusion: I treat myself pretty well. If I’m going to be with someone, he needs to treat me as well as or better than I treat myself. Otherwise, why bother? I’d rather be on my own.

I can’t believe now the shit I put up with in the past. DK hardly ever called me but would email me a million times a day, but not lovey dovey emails, just like, “I saw this article you might like,” which is okay SOMETIMES but not always. We saw each other just once a week, and he was hardly ever affectionate. And the bad kissing.

I was telling a friend this, who was like, “So, um, why were you with him?” 1) He was super cute, 2) we did have a lot in common though our conversations rarely went past an intellectual level, and 3) I wanted to be with someone.

Also, I think, and I’ve probably written this before, dating someone new is like visiting a foreign country. You’re unfamiliar with the customs and think, Okay, this is weird but maybe this is just how it is in Random Guy-land. Too bad everyone doesn’t come with their own Lonely Planet guide.

So far I’m very much enjoying my stay in H-ville. But I’m taking a very slow walking tour and not zipping around on a Vespa.

Ack, I just should get to the gym.

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