Down On Ferry Farm

I was naturally nervous before my date this evening. I had my doubts and now I wonder if my expectations were too low. My last date the conversation was stilted, it was generally uncomfortable, and the conversation did not come easy. I did not see any attraction to her even though she seemed like a very nice young lady. The same cannot be said of tonight’s date. It was wonderful, easy and flowing. Any silence that occurred was nothing but comfortable. I could easily see myself with this woman for many nights to come. Of course, it would be a huge overstatement to say she’s “the one” but – wow – it could not have gone any better if I scripted it. I was early to the restaurant. We were only supposed to have drinks but we were both hungry, so we ordered dinner. The conversation came easy as well as the smiles and laughs. We had quite a bit in common and much to discuss. I was early. I waited at the table. I watched as the hostess brought several women to their tables “is that her?” I’d as

If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been in a slump with the ladies… a pretty major slump. Brought on by DubDub and her teasing me with her presence and my own wuss-itude while sitting at a bar just staring at beautiful women, I did the only thing I know to do: hire a dating service. So that’s what I did. I’m not going to name them here because I don’t want to advertise for them at this point. If they are a rousing success you might hear about it from me. They called me on a Thursday (I had inquired about their services in the past) and asked if I was still available. My ‘advisor’ wanted to meet with me and see if she couldn’t match me with someone as soon as possible – she suggested we meet that night. I drove to their office and met with my advisor for about half an hour (kind of quick, I thought). We sat and talked in this very small office and she asked questions about what I like and what I was looking for in a woman. I explained all the usual surface material and wondered when we were g

I don’t know what made me think of this, but I thought I’d mention my Uncle Jimmy. Everyone has that ‘crazy’ uncle, or the “pull my finger” uncle – well this is my silly uncle. He was good with his hands and was always building or fixing something. He could make just about anything out of wood. He was always collecting bicycle parts and putting them together for kids in his neighborhood that couldn’t afford them. The parents would arrive at his house insisting to pay for the bikes but he always turned them down. I had a pair of shoes that I ran into the ground. They were so worn out that my toes were sticking out the front of them. I was getting ready to throw them in the garbage when he asked, “Hey, how much you want for those?” in his silly way. I asked what he wanted them for. He needed some throwaway shoes that he could paint in. He tried them on and they fit. If you want to get a mental image of Uncle Jimmy, just picture Bert Larhs only taller and thinner. He had that big broad sm

I’m sure you’re asking yourself: Why hasn’t he had a blog entry in a while. Oh, he rambled on about music and what-not but not a whole lot lately. I’ll tell you why. The hottest part of the summer my air conditioner broke down. I woke up in the morning like I had just gotten off a water park ride. I didn’t feel much like turning the computer on let alone writing in this blog. I got the air conditioning replaced and all is well in that world. Then work picked up. I worked 12-hour days all Labor Day weekend (yes, I’m aware of the irony) and long days Monday through Wednesday of the following week. I wasn’t sleeping well any of those nights. My boss gave me Thursday and Friday off but ended up calling me in on Friday and, again, ended up working a long day. That’s not an excuse – it’s my reason. I want to tell you what’s going on in my world. I want to explain why I am the way I am. I want you to understand why women cringe when they see me coming toward them, even when I don’t understand