Ok. I'm really, really, really, really busy. But I'm procrastinating so I'll post something here. Maybe that's why I'm prograstinating. Got a huge presentation I gotta give tomorrow and I'm avoiding. So:
1. Still in the basement. It's been really weird and really rough. I'll probably move back upstairs and give it another go. For ####'s sake. I'm weak, I know it.
2. But a few strange adventures over the last 10 months. For example:
When I was thinking I wanted to try and date around and see what was going on, I made connections with various women that I had met here and there. One was a woman from my church. We taught a class together a couple of years ago. She sent me a couple of cryptic facebook messages when she heard I had moved out (didn't take long to get around my church; I think I told ONE person. But anyway). So we made plans to meet up for coffee and whatever. I go to her house on a weekend; her kids are gone that weekend. We hang out at her house. We go get coffee. She's not really flirting, but she is talking about sex constantly; what she likes, what turns her on, etc. At one point she talks about how she goes to S&M clubs in the District. Ok. So I drive her back to her house, and she's just sort of hanging out in my car, talking. Ok. So I'm trying to figure out what I want to do. Do I walk her to her door? If so and she asks me in, do I go? I'm still new at this and . . . I don't know, I guess I wouldn't mind a romp, and I guess she's sending signals. We could get hit by a meteor tomorrow and it would have been a shame to pass up the opportunity, right? So anyway, I'm doing the mental calculation in my head, and she's blathering off about ####### whatever. Jesus Christ that girl could talk, and I'm not really paying attention, I'm still doing the calculating in my head, and I hear her say: ". . . and so he called me the next week and told me he had herpes, and so I should get myself checked. And after I had to call my other partners as well."
Pause. Time slowed down for me for the next 10 seconds. wft? WFT? WTF did she just say? Wait, wat?? WAT?
More pause. I think she was waiting for me to respond. My brain literally seized up. I know it's not a death sentence or anything. But lawd jesus, i really ain't got time for that.
She was still waiting. All I could come up with was. ". . . uh. . .yeah. Well, you know. Love and herpes, amiright? Only one lasts forever. . . . um. . . So I had a great time! I'll see you around. . . Yeah, just great to see you." She pauses for a second. I wait. She get's out. I I stick my feet under the car Flintstone style and speed off. I haven't really talked to her since. But I do occassionally "like" a post she makes on FB. So there's that.
I had no clue you were an angels fan. Do you want some. Angels junk?
always bothered me that people think everyone else has to accept it and speak about it as though it's perfectly normal... it hits everyone in a different way and no one can tell you how to feel about it, imo.
