12/8/2001:

It's ironic that I'm writing these words across from my new friend whom I'll dub Twin Girl. She is Twin Girl because we're the same height and weight. We also have the same size hands and wear the same size shoes (although she wears an 8 in women's and I wear an 8 in men). And because of all the personality similarities, like enjoying reading, steak and John Cusack movies. Gee, I guess we have everything important in common except, oh wait, she's attached.

And she's not to be confused with the other girl I've become friends with recently who is also attached. I met them both in lit class. And I'm enjoying spending time with them immensely except for the fact that the more fun I have with them while we're together, the more melancholy I feel when I drop them off.

So the gay best friend role does not have to be filled by someone who is gay, just in the sense that there's not supposed to be tension there, and I guess because of my nonthreatening nature, I can be talked to and listened to in the utmost comfort. So, I was thinking, why not have a whole agency of men in this role? I can already think of a few friends who would enroll, just so they won't have to worry about finding people to do stuff with on the weekend.

And in some sense, that's what it's about, I guess, not being alone. It's infinitely more comfortable to sit here in the coffeeshop with Twin Girl than to be typing alone and watching the couples with envy and the other singletons with empathy. And I guess I'd rather spend time with people who appreciate me already than with some girl who is available but couldn't care less about me (cough cough Gina). So we hang out.

And in the end, I'd rather be known as a male escort than a g.b.f.

Now if only I could get rid of that shrill nagging voice in my head that's telling me that I'm a sap.

Quiet, you.

-kip

PS: Thanks to everyone who wished me well in my Second City TourCo audition. It was over in the blink of an eye and I don't think I really showed off my charactger range because I was so nervous. Oh well, it's all for the experience. I'm going to be auditioning for a new show at 1:00 PM, so, fingers crossed for that. Hopefully I'll be able to dig deep into my box o' stuff and show off what I can do. I would've been more upset about the Second City thing except I really didn't deserve a callback with the level of play I showed. And I had a great show that night with the old Titanic Players team, so all in all, we're still a go on this whole improv thing.