about last night
5:03 AM 2/20/08 · I left work early, which is practically unheard of with me, and my boss was fairly decent about it. Well, he said he didn't really care if I left early which I suppose is kind of the same thing. Was shooting for a 5:14p train but wound up with a 4:33p instead.
There's not as many delays leaving an hour earlier.
Less people I suppose.
Wasn't thrilled that I got one of the newer trains, they're not as comfortable as the old ones and they actually offer less seat space than they say they do, but it was a bullet so that was a plus. Couldn't find a seat facing the right way...which I should mention is facing the opposite direction from where we're heading. Most people, for whatever reason, absolutely insist on facing the direction the train is traveling but I prefer the opposite. It's the laws of momentum, you see, that when a large object has to suddenly slam on the breaks...everything on or within it are slammed in the same direction.
Call me funny, but the way I prefer to face that just means I get slammed backwards against the seat I'm already leaning back against. Not the same as being slammed forward and hurting yourself by banging your head, or worse your nose, on the seat in front of you.
Caltrain is not famous for slamming on the breaks and coming to a screeching halt...but they do like to stop pretty quick when they hit someone or something. Although, and this still stuns me, I was on a train once that came to a complete stop in the middle of nowhere I asked what was up and they told me we'd hit a car.
Didn't even feel the impact.
Go figure.
The other problem I have with facing forward, for whatever reason, is I have a tendency to fall asleep easier. This does not bode well for being on a bullettrain bound to get off at the first stop. Did my best to stay awake but I conked out pretty quick. Fortunately I woke up in time...barely. Train was just about to get underway again as I leapt out the closing doors.
A bit ahead of schedule, by about a ½ hour, I killed time and waited for
Ella to show, spent time chatting with
Corin by phone. I teased her relentlessly, as a good friend should, about a particular topic that's been fun to lately, and had her as much wanting to kill me as giggling her ass off...until my ride got there.
We'd discussed eating at Red Robin but on the way there she was telling me about the Millbrae Pancake House, in contrast to a number of chats we'd had previously about iHop. She was so sold on the place that we wound up going there instead...
...for future warning, their french fries are extremely toxic and taste like cleanser.
This was the first time I had
Ella all to myself and while there were a few hesitant starts, conversation started really rolling as soon as we got into it. Talked about a whole range of things, people we know and a fair range of sexual topics. Before anyone goes there, not gonna happen. Don't get me wrong, if she were to make a lunch or some form of overture there's no way in Hell I'd say no.
Ella is what I'd call subtley gorgeous.
As opposed to stunningly gorgeous, which basically means that at any distance a body looks really hot. The subtle version is at a distance she looks really good but the closer you get the hotter she gets.
I had a nice toasty warm feeling around her.
We talked about how it's odd we've hardly seen much of each other given the time frame between now and when we first met; I'm joing to kick a friend of mine quite hard later and she may poke him unmercilessly too. Had quite an interesting chat regarding
Sarah and my friendhip with her and the more impassioned bit near the end of that...not to mention her sexuality in general. Sex did figure into a good chunk of our conversation, about each other and thoughts in general.
Ella has been long fascinated by me and my openess in general but especially the sexual aspects. Granted, she may have the oddest iniital reason for this of anyone I've ever met; actually asked to be added to my sex journal years ago without me even bringing it up.
It was a very good time. We're planning on making it a once a week thing. I paid for the meal this last time and she handled the tip so next time it's her turn. I've just got to figure out where...
There's not as many delays leaving an hour earlier.
Less people I suppose.
Wasn't thrilled that I got one of the newer trains, they're not as comfortable as the old ones and they actually offer less seat space than they say they do, but it was a bullet so that was a plus. Couldn't find a seat facing the right way...which I should mention is facing the opposite direction from where we're heading. Most people, for whatever reason, absolutely insist on facing the direction the train is traveling but I prefer the opposite. It's the laws of momentum, you see, that when a large object has to suddenly slam on the breaks...everything on or within it are slammed in the same direction.
Call me funny, but the way I prefer to face that just means I get slammed backwards against the seat I'm already leaning back against. Not the same as being slammed forward and hurting yourself by banging your head, or worse your nose, on the seat in front of you.
Caltrain is not famous for slamming on the breaks and coming to a screeching halt...but they do like to stop pretty quick when they hit someone or something. Although, and this still stuns me, I was on a train once that came to a complete stop in the middle of nowhere I asked what was up and they told me we'd hit a car.
Didn't even feel the impact.
Go figure.
The other problem I have with facing forward, for whatever reason, is I have a tendency to fall asleep easier. This does not bode well for being on a bullettrain bound to get off at the first stop. Did my best to stay awake but I conked out pretty quick. Fortunately I woke up in time...barely. Train was just about to get underway again as I leapt out the closing doors.
A bit ahead of schedule, by about a ½ hour, I killed time and waited for
Ella to show, spent time chatting with
Corin by phone. I teased her relentlessly, as a good friend should, about a particular topic that's been fun to lately, and had her as much wanting to kill me as giggling her ass off...until my ride got there.
We'd discussed eating at Red Robin but on the way there she was telling me about the Millbrae Pancake House, in contrast to a number of chats we'd had previously about iHop. She was so sold on the place that we wound up going there instead...
...for future warning, their french fries are extremely toxic and taste like cleanser.
This was the first time I had
Ella all to myself and while there were a few hesitant starts, conversation started really rolling as soon as we got into it. Talked about a whole range of things, people we know and a fair range of sexual topics. Before anyone goes there, not gonna happen. Don't get me wrong, if she were to make a lunch or some form of overture there's no way in Hell I'd say no.
Ella is what I'd call subtley gorgeous.
As opposed to stunningly gorgeous, which basically means that at any distance a body looks really hot. The subtle version is at a distance she looks really good but the closer you get the hotter she gets.
I had a nice toasty warm feeling around her.
We talked about how it's odd we've hardly seen much of each other given the time frame between now and when we first met; I'm joing to kick a friend of mine quite hard later and she may poke him unmercilessly too. Had quite an interesting chat regarding
Sarah and my friendhip with her and the more impassioned bit near the end of that...not to mention her sexuality in general. Sex did figure into a good chunk of our conversation, about each other and thoughts in general.
Ella has been long fascinated by me and my openess in general but especially the sexual aspects. Granted, she may have the oddest iniital reason for this of anyone I've ever met; actually asked to be added to my sex journal years ago without me even bringing it up.
It was a very good time. We're planning on making it a once a week thing. I paid for the meal this last time and she handled the tip so next time it's her turn. I've just got to figure out where...