the needles, the evil evil needles!
12:02 PM 10/5/07 · I'm kinda looking forward to Saturday with a lot of unease and anticipation. On the one hand I'm looking forward to it but on the other...I think peer pressure will be the rule for the day. Not that these are peers, per se, but I can't think of a better term for what I'm expecting.
When I first started this job there was a shift in the Caltrain schedule about a year in; basically they killed the train that left SF between 10pm and 12am. Kinda sucked, I worked a different shift back then, but if not for that I might not've met Beatrice Lee. She's very chatty and I'm a great listener and it was really fun hanging out with her on the way home. We'd always go for those seats that faced each other, for the handicapped but only if they are actually there, and we'd be together until Hillsdale which was her stop. It was always fun and I enjoyed it a lot. Especially that last time befor my schedule changed because I wound up giving her a foot massage. Not just because of that but I lost track of where we were and we only noticed we were at her stop at the last minute. So she had to get her shoes on, leap to her feet, and grab her 3 bags all at once, while stepping over me (closer to the aisle) and not falling over.
She managed 2 of those...but she did get off the train so that's what counts in the end.
With my new schedule we've crossed paths very rarely. I usually spot her first (or hear her) but sometimes she'll get me. I often get random texts and phone calls from her and I remember her birthday every year which is nice for her.
She caught me at a weak moment a couple weekends ago and I wound up agreeing to something before I fully realized what it was. I'm going to be helping her with a blood drive tomorrow on the corner of Masonic & Turk. Some restaraunt is sponsoring so there'll be free food. Sounds relatively okay...
...up until she asked me to donate blood.
I don't do that.
Not wholly opposed but I never have and probably never would unless it's for a family member. It's as much for the fear of needles (doesn't hurt my cute patootie!) as that random news blurb. After the September 11th terrorist attack people were donating blood like it was going out of style. After a few days I even figured maybe I could make the one exception but then, on NBC's newscast regarding that, I heard that so much blood had been donated they had more than they could handle...
...so they destroyed well over ½ of what they had received.
Understandably, I've just never had the urge since.
Beatrice was very persuasive but I will not be budged on this issue. I countered her many points with the one other little thing; uncommon blood type: O+. That may make me more in demand in some places but it has been my understanding that only the tiniest fraction of the population shares it.
Not that this is my primary reason (NEEDLES!) but it works for me.
So, I'll go and do what I can but I highly suspect that everyone involved will be bringing this up again and again and trying various arguments to change my mind.
On a random note, I'm not doing this in some vain hopes to get into Beatrice's pants. While she's gotten progressively hotter each time I've seen her, and she does own some really nice pants, even if I were so motivated...going to do something that I'd be highly uncomfortable with is not what a good seduction screams to me.
I'm just going.
Needles.
Eep!
When I first started this job there was a shift in the Caltrain schedule about a year in; basically they killed the train that left SF between 10pm and 12am. Kinda sucked, I worked a different shift back then, but if not for that I might not've met Beatrice Lee. She's very chatty and I'm a great listener and it was really fun hanging out with her on the way home. We'd always go for those seats that faced each other, for the handicapped but only if they are actually there, and we'd be together until Hillsdale which was her stop. It was always fun and I enjoyed it a lot. Especially that last time befor my schedule changed because I wound up giving her a foot massage. Not just because of that but I lost track of where we were and we only noticed we were at her stop at the last minute. So she had to get her shoes on, leap to her feet, and grab her 3 bags all at once, while stepping over me (closer to the aisle) and not falling over.
She managed 2 of those...but she did get off the train so that's what counts in the end.
With my new schedule we've crossed paths very rarely. I usually spot her first (or hear her) but sometimes she'll get me. I often get random texts and phone calls from her and I remember her birthday every year which is nice for her.
She caught me at a weak moment a couple weekends ago and I wound up agreeing to something before I fully realized what it was. I'm going to be helping her with a blood drive tomorrow on the corner of Masonic & Turk. Some restaraunt is sponsoring so there'll be free food. Sounds relatively okay...
...up until she asked me to donate blood.
I don't do that.
Not wholly opposed but I never have and probably never would unless it's for a family member. It's as much for the fear of needles (doesn't hurt my cute patootie!) as that random news blurb. After the September 11th terrorist attack people were donating blood like it was going out of style. After a few days I even figured maybe I could make the one exception but then, on NBC's newscast regarding that, I heard that so much blood had been donated they had more than they could handle...
...so they destroyed well over ½ of what they had received.
Understandably, I've just never had the urge since.
Beatrice was very persuasive but I will not be budged on this issue. I countered her many points with the one other little thing; uncommon blood type: O+. That may make me more in demand in some places but it has been my understanding that only the tiniest fraction of the population shares it.
Not that this is my primary reason (NEEDLES!) but it works for me.
So, I'll go and do what I can but I highly suspect that everyone involved will be bringing this up again and again and trying various arguments to change my mind.
On a random note, I'm not doing this in some vain hopes to get into Beatrice's pants. While she's gotten progressively hotter each time I've seen her, and she does own some really nice pants, even if I were so motivated...going to do something that I'd be highly uncomfortable with is not what a good seduction screams to me.
I'm just going.
Needles.
Eep!