The Big Move, Phase II, enters its main stage tonight as I haul all my worldly possessions (most of which are stuffed into five -- count 'em, five -- 95 pound boxes. No, I'm not kidding. I will be personally carrying almost 500 pounds tonight up at least two flights of stairs. No elevator. Pardon me while I go sing Denis Leary off in the corner: Ohhhhhh, life's gonna suck when you grow up, when you grow up, when you grow up...

No bonus points tonight for guessing the source of the quote in this entry's title. Why? Because I'm about to give it to you: it's from Singles. And for some reason, that movie begat tonight's post.

See, I think I'm at that point where I think I fall into like way too easily. And I think a lot. It's just a matter of me meeting someone, or reading someone's writings and getting a feel for who they are, or even seeing someone interacting with another person regardless of whether or not I'm the one they're interacting with, and I start thinking about how much I could see myself dating her. The sound of her voice, the way she smiles or laughs, that cleverly playful twinkle in her eye... it all adds up to one big bear trap that I happily trip into. How does this tie in with Singles, you ask? Well, at the end of the film, just before the credits roll, you hear a bunch of people having conversations about relationships that are all meshed together. However, one of them that clearly stands out is this:
Boy: See that girl? I could spend the rest of my life with her.
Girl: She's a girl in a car, Tommy. All you can see is her head.
Boy: Yeah, but I know my type.

It's like that. It's that easy. Snapshot of a person, and I'm in like. Unfortunately, it leads to a lot of disappointment when I'm in a situation where the other person is either unavailable, attached or uninterested. But at least I'm in like and not in love, because there is a distinct difference and I'd be a little worried if I fell in love every day. That would throw my emotional barometer way off, and I'd probably need some kind of electroshock therapy for that.

Either way, I've promised myself that I'm not going to attempt to penetrate the dating scene here in L.A. until I lose at least 10 pounds. And after all the junk food I've put away in the past month, I probably ought to make that 15. So I think I'll start tomorrow... after I make that run to In-n-Out Burger tonight.