There are a few things that I must avoid mentioning about this weekend.

Three things that I realized this weekend:
1) You are better off being yourself
2) If you are not invisible, why start now?
3) Stay away from bad men

Let's Begin...

Friday was chill night at the apartment. I don't remember much. I went to sleep early.

Saturday was an early start. Bagel with cream cheese then I went over to the Dominicans to get my hair done. Vanessa, my college roommate, came into the city from Boston that afternoon "just to see me" she said...

Colette: Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?

Vanessa: No, I just really wanted to see you.

Good times. Laughed about her boyfriend, family and shaving. I mentioned the book, "He's just not that into you"

Vanessa: Yeah I heard on Oprah, women are so embarrassed they cover it up with something while they read it on the train.

We chatted in my yellow bedroom. I introduced her to my cats. My roommate and her best friend, our neighbor, were also home watching an Israeli comedy.

***So what really happened?***

Vanessa and I decided to walk over the to Barnes and Noble on 7th ave in Park Slope to check out..."He's just not that into" I know. I am obsessed. I refuse to buy the book so I will either read excepts online or I will skim through it at the bookstore. Its just hilarous. Men are not deep but for some reason women constantly give them the benefit of the doubt. I gave NoNOb the benefit of the doubt. He called me Sunday night but I did not pick up. He also friendster'ed me this morning.

So its on our walk that I notice a sign for a psychic. Its only $5.

Vanessa: No, I stay away from those things. I wouldn't even go to Spooky World with my little sister last week because that stuff freaks me out.

So I went in by myself.

She basically fed me the usual bit....you will be moving soon, you will be travelling, etc. Then she told me that I had two men in my life. One that I DON'T want but SHOULD and one that is a "bad man".

Colette: But I don't talk to HIM anymore (he's not that into me)

She warned me to stay away from him. She also saw TWO LETTERS ON MY HAND, one of which I recognized immediately. The psychic made some connections that were pretty right on, especially since I did not help her with any information. "Don't trust them" she told me. "They have a secret that would not be in your best interest to know about"

"Thanks but I don't even talk to any of those people. I have nothing to do with them." I told her... and with that I left.

Talking to Vanessa at a Thai place nearby did not help me figure out what the psychic was trying to tell me.

Colette: Vanessa, are you listening to me?

Vanessa: (eyes snap into place) Um, what?

*Vanessa went back to Boston Saturday night. I ate 20 cookies. I blame my cycle*

I ate a whole box of cookies Sunday morning while watching Dr. Strangelove. I love George C. Scott. When he met his first and third wife, Colleen Dewhurst, he crept up behind her in a back stairwell and whispered "allow me this ingress". That quote is the source of my frustrations with men and possibly the reason why that psychic warned me about the "bad man". Of course I could be misquoting Mr. Scott, so maybe I need to forget about the whole thing.

By Sunday afternoon, I was ready to work off those cookies so I decided to go for a walk. It was such a beautiful day. I sat under a tree and called my sister, Francoise, in North Carolina. She told me about an actress named Jeri Ryan that recently divorced her husband, a former senator and sex addict. She told me that the senator forced Ryan to go to sex clubs with him in Europe. I immediately wondered if that was the "bad man"'s secret that I was better off not knowing...

***Colette is still on her walk. She asks him,"So What's Heroin Like?"***

An initial on my hand: "Oh, its amazing every time you do it. You can go a whole week without doing it and it still feels like the first time."

Long story short, the psychic was right. I think that I shall stay far far away.