Seems like anything that goes on in my life happens over the weekend. I had another date on Saturday. The one word to describe this woman is “wacky”. I think she was trying too hard to be light and funny but it almost bordered on the disturbing. This is sort of what she looked like. Her hair was a little curlier. 
We ended up having a lengthy talk about movies (no surprise, her favorite movie genre is ‘comedy’), which wouldn’t be bad, but I kept wanting to move on and she kept droning on about movies. I swear we talked about movies for half an hour – which is a LONG time to be talking about something on which neither participant agrees.
Next came music. Okay, now I can talk about some music. Here again, we didn’t really agree but we didn’t discuss this for a very long time (something I was ready to do).
I think it was pretty clear early on that we weren’t going to work out… there were too many lulls in the conversation. I don’t know about her, but I had to work hard to come up with topics to discuss. It shouldn’t be that hard.
She mentioned something about meeting some friends and it was less than 2 minutes before we had parted ways. As I walked back to my car I kept thinking, “I wasted gas to come out for this?”
Sunday I was over at my parent’s house for most of the day. The work at hand was to decorate their house for Christmas and also watch some football.
It has been the tradition for a number of years that the grandchild born in December would help decorate their grandmother’s house. Several years ago my niece was the chosen one. She has since grown up, moved away and now has a child of her own.
It got transitioned to my youngest nephew (also born in December) so I picked him up that morning and drove him over so we could decorate. His main job is hanging the ornaments on the tree. In years past, he wasn’t tall enough to do the whole tree but my parents have since gotten a shorter tree.
We try to let him do as much as we can because Christmas is all about the kids. Since it was also his birthday he was given a Lego set to put together. It was everything I could do to NOT help him put the thing together (Lego’s are my all-time favorite toy) so I opened the plastic bags and organized all the small pieces for him so he could put all the parts together.
We had pizza for lunch, which didn’t set very well with me. I like pizza but the ones that were ordered did not play well with my stomach. We watched some football and ate dinner later on.
Wow, pretty boring, huh?
The only interesting part was when I was text messaging Leslie. She was trying to relay and incident that happened Friday night where three guys were trying to get in her pants. She wanted to be left alone but that seemed to energize their amorousness even more. Either that or the alcohol that was involved – not sure.
She eventually called because texting got to be too much and I’m glad she did. It sounded like she just wanted to tell the story out loud and even though I offered no answers to her, she sounded much more calm by the time we hung up.
I know you’re looking for me to pontificate on this woman but I just can’t do it. She’s too much like DubDub in so many ways I wouldn’t want to get caught in that trap. But that also means the things that attracted me to DubDub also attract me to her.
One thing I know is that I don’t know.
We ended up having a lengthy talk about movies (no surprise, her favorite movie genre is ‘comedy’), which wouldn’t be bad, but I kept wanting to move on and she kept droning on about movies. I swear we talked about movies for half an hour – which is a LONG time to be talking about something on which neither participant agrees.
Next came music. Okay, now I can talk about some music. Here again, we didn’t really agree but we didn’t discuss this for a very long time (something I was ready to do).
I think it was pretty clear early on that we weren’t going to work out… there were too many lulls in the conversation. I don’t know about her, but I had to work hard to come up with topics to discuss. It shouldn’t be that hard.
She mentioned something about meeting some friends and it was less than 2 minutes before we had parted ways. As I walked back to my car I kept thinking, “I wasted gas to come out for this?”
Sunday I was over at my parent’s house for most of the day. The work at hand was to decorate their house for Christmas and also watch some football.
It has been the tradition for a number of years that the grandchild born in December would help decorate their grandmother’s house. Several years ago my niece was the chosen one. She has since grown up, moved away and now has a child of her own.
It got transitioned to my youngest nephew (also born in December) so I picked him up that morning and drove him over so we could decorate. His main job is hanging the ornaments on the tree. In years past, he wasn’t tall enough to do the whole tree but my parents have since gotten a shorter tree.
We try to let him do as much as we can because Christmas is all about the kids. Since it was also his birthday he was given a Lego set to put together. It was everything I could do to NOT help him put the thing together (Lego’s are my all-time favorite toy) so I opened the plastic bags and organized all the small pieces for him so he could put all the parts together.
We had pizza for lunch, which didn’t set very well with me. I like pizza but the ones that were ordered did not play well with my stomach. We watched some football and ate dinner later on.
Wow, pretty boring, huh?
The only interesting part was when I was text messaging Leslie. She was trying to relay and incident that happened Friday night where three guys were trying to get in her pants. She wanted to be left alone but that seemed to energize their amorousness even more. Either that or the alcohol that was involved – not sure.
She eventually called because texting got to be too much and I’m glad she did. It sounded like she just wanted to tell the story out loud and even though I offered no answers to her, she sounded much more calm by the time we hung up.
I know you’re looking for me to pontificate on this woman but I just can’t do it. She’s too much like DubDub in so many ways I wouldn’t want to get caught in that trap. But that also means the things that attracted me to DubDub also attract me to her.
One thing I know is that I don’t know.