I went to three bars yesterday after work, two of them for board meetings. Man, if I could just develop anorexia and hire a hot PR chick who wants to bone me, I'd be the NW version of Bentely.
More skin pigment too, imo.
Well, if i get to 175, I will start visiting the tanning saloons too.
Was paying the bill at the 2nd bar last night when a female shouted out "Forrest?" from behind. I looked over at a booth where three people were sitting (one couple on one side and the female - alone - on the other). Good looking blonde and though I had no idea who it was at first and played the old "HEY! HOW ARE....
YOU?" card, not having a clue who she was, I figured it out in short order. It was a gal that used to be friends with my sister before my sister kicked her to the curb and when I was going through my divorce, she and I went out to dinner a few times. Divorced herself, she was incredibly supportive at a time when I was really at my lowest. I know it sounds silly, but when are going through a divorce, you are filled with self doubt and wonder if any woman will ever want to spend time with you. Having an attractive lady across the table from me did wonders for my broken soul.
And then about a year after my divorce, this lady went full on cray cray. Loonie bin level crazy. It was really sad to see and hear about and since my sister iced her out, I never saw or heard from her again. Until last night. Her friends left as soon as I sat down (I have that effect on people) and despite the fact that I had another board meeting (General Bentley, damn nice to meet you) to attend on the other side of town, I talked to her for about 30 minutes and just....listened. Life has been pretty tough for her and so I let her know how much she meant to me when I was struggling, so anything I could ever do to help, I would.
The end.