I feel compelled to write something but I’m not sure what I want to say. I’m going to go “stream of conscience” on you so hold on for the ride.
I was out of town about a month ago and, in a few weeks, I’ll be out of town again. It’s for work. We’re supporting some training that’s being done up near Washington, D.C. It gets me out of the office for a week but the material is rather boring for me. The people taking part in the class are very engaged by the material because it directly affects them. Me, not so much.
DubDub and I had dinner last week and then came back to my place for a little roll in the hay. She actually gave me the address of the house where she’s staying (her parent’s house) only because her car is in the shop. When I pulled up, her two girls were out in the street. They look like taller versions of the children I used to know. It was pretty funny to see them.
I also had a date not too long ago with ‘the service’ I’m using. She was really beautiful and, as usual, I totally messed it up. It started off innocently enough but then got way off track when I said something about not being a pedophile (at this point I’m not sure how I got to that). I could see it in her face that she was not buying it anymore and I just kept going downhill from there. I was just saying stupid stuff as a joke and I’m sure she thought I was serious. She was happy to let me talk and bury myself I guess. It’s too bad because she was a total knockout. But, there’s no guarantee she would have been in to me anyway. I have to believe that or I will go crazy.
Superman and I went to a high school football game on Friday. The weather was great, cool and windy. We tried to go last week but our plan was dashed due to nobody’s fault. We headed for Game 1, which is closest to his house. I remarked that, on the way in, the overhead lights in the stadium were not on. No matter, we pressed on anyway. When we drove up to the school there were no cars in the lot, no fans in the stand and no players on the field.
On to Game 2: The next high school was a short jaunt down the street. Unwittingly, we got tangled up in some concert traffic but found the next stadium empty as well. We are 0 for 2.
On to Game 3: This one happened to be our Alma Mater. Probability was on our side. There HAD to be a game at the 3rd school. As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed no cars but we did see the stadium lights on and we did see people on the field. It turned out to be the flag team practicing. So much for statistics – we’re 0 for 3.
Game 4: We headed for the school that was playing the team from Game 1. If they weren’t at Game 1’s place, they had to be playing at School 4. We were flabbergasted to find this school’s stadium dark as well. We had completely struck out.
When we got back to the first field (nearest Superman’s house) we saw that they were playing at a different stadium. At this point we didn’t feel like paying full price for half a game so we called it a night.
I suppose I’ll write more when there’s something actually going on.
I was out of town about a month ago and, in a few weeks, I’ll be out of town again. It’s for work. We’re supporting some training that’s being done up near Washington, D.C. It gets me out of the office for a week but the material is rather boring for me. The people taking part in the class are very engaged by the material because it directly affects them. Me, not so much.
DubDub and I had dinner last week and then came back to my place for a little roll in the hay. She actually gave me the address of the house where she’s staying (her parent’s house) only because her car is in the shop. When I pulled up, her two girls were out in the street. They look like taller versions of the children I used to know. It was pretty funny to see them.
I also had a date not too long ago with ‘the service’ I’m using. She was really beautiful and, as usual, I totally messed it up. It started off innocently enough but then got way off track when I said something about not being a pedophile (at this point I’m not sure how I got to that). I could see it in her face that she was not buying it anymore and I just kept going downhill from there. I was just saying stupid stuff as a joke and I’m sure she thought I was serious. She was happy to let me talk and bury myself I guess. It’s too bad because she was a total knockout. But, there’s no guarantee she would have been in to me anyway. I have to believe that or I will go crazy.
Superman and I went to a high school football game on Friday. The weather was great, cool and windy. We tried to go last week but our plan was dashed due to nobody’s fault. We headed for Game 1, which is closest to his house. I remarked that, on the way in, the overhead lights in the stadium were not on. No matter, we pressed on anyway. When we drove up to the school there were no cars in the lot, no fans in the stand and no players on the field.
On to Game 2: The next high school was a short jaunt down the street. Unwittingly, we got tangled up in some concert traffic but found the next stadium empty as well. We are 0 for 2.
On to Game 3: This one happened to be our Alma Mater. Probability was on our side. There HAD to be a game at the 3rd school. As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed no cars but we did see the stadium lights on and we did see people on the field. It turned out to be the flag team practicing. So much for statistics – we’re 0 for 3.
Game 4: We headed for the school that was playing the team from Game 1. If they weren’t at Game 1’s place, they had to be playing at School 4. We were flabbergasted to find this school’s stadium dark as well. We had completely struck out.
When we got back to the first field (nearest Superman’s house) we saw that they were playing at a different stadium. At this point we didn’t feel like paying full price for half a game so we called it a night.
I suppose I’ll write more when there’s something actually going on.