Soundtrack

A couple weeks ago a professor at school suggested I ask Big City Guy about the soundtrack of his life - what exactly that would be. Naturally, I couldn't do this until I'd already done it myself.

So, on a slow night last week, I sat down with my iTunes and put together a little soundtrack of Doniamarie's life. It's mainly an emotional journey through the various stages of my life. Some of you will have never heard of any of these....but it's good stuff....

1. Importance of Being Earnest Front Titles, Charlie Mole - The Importance of Being Earnest
2. Bad, Michael Jackson - Bad
3. Extreme Ways, Moby - 18
4. Comptine d'un autre été, l'après-midi, Yann Tiersen - Amelie
5. Cold Contagious, Bush - Razorblade Suitcase
6. My Own Worst Enemy, Lit - A Place In The Sun
7. Spiegel Im Spiegel, Arvo Part - Spiegel Im Spiegel
8. Nicest Thing, Kate Nash - Made of Bricks
9. Laughing Out Loud, The Wallflowers - Bringing Down The Horse
10. Next Year, Foo Fighters - Skin And Bones
11. Somebody to Love, Brittany Murphy - Happy Feet (Music from the Motion Picture)
12. The Bleeding Heart Show, The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
13. Losing My Religion, R.E.M. - Out Of Time
14. Black River, Amos Lee - Amos Lee
15. The Living Sculptures Of Pemberley, Dario Marianelli - Pride and Prejudice
16. Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism

If you feel so inclined to soundtrack your own life, let me know. It's actually a very revealing process!!

Not With the Casual

I don't like dating. I hate the uncertainty that "casual dating" evokes. There's nothing I can think of that I do casually. I do things purposefully or not at all. In fact, I'll plan just about anything, even the number tea servings I'll have in the morning and at what times. By now you think I'm crazy, right? Ha!

Given all of this, I'm sure you can understand how this "casual" label is driving me crazy with Big City Guy. We haven't discussed anything about us. But let me tell you this: no guy has ever spent as much money on me as BCG has spent thus far....and then there are the Mavs tickets. Those cost a minor fortune. So. This may be his style but - as the gossips told me at his band's gig a few weeks ago - he hasn't really dated much lately.

The relationship status doesn't bother me when looked at from that point of view. What does bother me is that I don't know how he feels about me. Does he think about me when we're apart? He doesn't call all that often - maybe every other day or third day. In a way I like that. I like that this dating adventure is going slow. The butterflies can calm down in between dates and it's not like we're riding a continual high from being in each other's presence so often. That's good. Logic can prevail. But it also leaves me with a lot of unanswered questions.

I'm probably over-analyzing. I should just sit back and see what happens - let the pieces fall as they may. Oh, wait. That's not my style. Geez!

Heathcliff and Catherine

I'm halfway through Wuthering Heights and I'm beginning to understand a few things.

I'd always heard that there are no likable characters in this book and, come to find out, there are not. Heathcliff is unattractive in every way, except possibly physically (like that matters in a book) and Catherine is annoyingly immature.

This is fascinating for me as, when I write, I generally like for my characters to be likable. It's difficult for me to make someone utterly detestable. Even my "bad guys" have some redeeming qualities.

Nonetheless I'm still reading Wuthering Heights. It helps enormously that I'm reading it with friends. There's nothing like competitiveness to get me to finish a book! I'll keep you posted on the final outcome!

Fourth Date, BCG

Things are moving slowly but nicely with Big City Guy. Last night we had dinner at a fancy restaurant - go figure! - and then hung out at his place. (And before you go there, get your mind out of the gutter!) We had an opportunity to talk - really talk - and it was good...great, actually.

I'm trying to figure out exactly who this guy is and I think I'm beginning to get some kind of idea. When asked what three words he'd choose to describe himself, he said passionate, kind, and loyal. When asked to describe me, he said intelligent, thoughtful, and accommodating - in a way that's not necessarily good, in regards to work. That, I said, goes back to my being very loyal, which actually gets me into a lot of trouble. Interesting.

We even ventured into past relationship land, though not very much. It was a start, though, and he seemed at ease talking about that stuff, which is good.

This weekend will be interesting as I'll see him two nights in a row. And then it's Thanksgiving week, which will be weird.... It does not feel like it's time for Thanksgiving!!! Where has this year gone? Prepare for this sentiment to recur in future posts as I'm dumbfounded by this passage of time! Dang!

PC Trouble

The morning is starting off really bad with computer problems. So, I'll get back to you tomorrow. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. I'll also have a fourth date report by then.

Check back!

Modern Dance

I went to see a dance recital on campus last weekend, which celebrated the anniversary of the department. I thought it'd be great and I was dissapointed.

I expected ballet since our college was the first to offer a BFA in ballet. But there was only one, short ballet piece in the program. The rest were all modern. I'm sorry, but how does rolling around on the floor fall under the category of "dance." I was not impressed.

More than that, I was angered. I love the beauty of dance, when a dancer becomes one with the music. I did not find beauty in the dancer's street clothes, in their abrupt falls to the floor, in the subway background, the subway sounds. I'm just not a modern girl. I don't even like modern art. Anything that needs interpretation is just too much work.

Beauty should stand alone, it should not need to be dissected, interpreted, and had theory applied to understand it's hidden meanings. Beauty can be simple and in this I can appreciate modern art but if I wanted theory in my dance, I would have brought along that Foucault I've been hesitant to touch. Dance....well, I'm just not a modern girl, I guess.

Third Date, BCG

The third go-around with Big City Guy was significantly impacted by this annoying cold that has decided to take up residence in my body. I was not at my best - exhausted, sniffling, and achy. Ugh.

We went to a fancy steak place, which I think is his favorite kind of food. He did, however, suggest sushi, which I vetoed. My first sushi experience, should I ever have the guts to have one, will not take place when I'm sick. That doesn't sound like a good combination. Anyways, these fancy restaurants make me decidedly uncomfortable! I'm not a fancy girl!

We then watched THE MERCHANT OF VENICE at his place - which is ironic....a Jew and a Catholic.... The movie is awesome - Al Pacino, Jeremy Irons, Joseph Fiennes. It would have been better had I not been so sleepy. Shakespeare takes much more brainpower than I had last night. So, there you have it.

BCG bought Mavs tickets for next weekend and he got crazy good seats - so good that I'm actually nervous about it all! Ha!