Blind Date
Tonight was the blind date. It was horrible. He was horrible. He talked only of himself, didn't ask me any questions about myself. At first I thought it was because he was nervous but then after an hour and a half of listening to him talk about what he'd been doing all his life and all the women, some of whom I know, he's dated and why they weren't adequate, I got fed up. He was very complimentary about how "cute" he thought I am, about how he has noticed how independent I am, how he wondered how I managed without a man in my life. He told me he'd been watching me for a while which led me to think he's a stalker or worse. He knew my home address and where it was located. I purposely met him at a restaurant so he wouldn't know where I live!!! When the check came he sat there continuing to talk, I let it slide for 30 full minutes then picked up the check and put the money for my dinner in the little black sleeve. 20 more minutes passed before the waiter came by to take it and I had to say "I don't think we're finished yet." At that point the dumb ass picked up the black book, counted my money and added his own MINUS A TIP. I guess he thought the $4.00 I added was enough, WTF!!! If this was not so funny I'd have verbally laid him out on the sidewalk. Fortunately, I never have to see his face again. Give me grace, give me patience, give me an empty room!!!
Diane called to tell me of her date with the 42 year-old juvenile delinquent. He's a turd too and I was right on the money when I analyzed him by clocking his behaviors and manner of speech. She was cracking up telling me about it. We'll both have things to laugh about this week. We'll both be grateful for our work to keep us INDEPENDENT from the narrow minded horn-dogs who think that because we are alone in the world we couldn't possibly do better than them. To think that I must go through these things to find what I'm looking for...the rare bird.
I got to see one of my very favorite Psychologists today. We had a long talk after not seeing each other for a few years. I didn't realize how much I missed seeing him. He wasn't aware of the fact that there was some gang activity "scheduled" in that particular school building. Funny, I wasn't the least bit afraid after coming to grips with the fact that this is a dangerous job sometimes and I will need to keep my head straight to get out of the way when necessary. I'm learning so many things and still cannot believe that dyslexic sentences are proper speech for some groups of thugs. It was simply good to see an old friend who has never gotten too big to still hug me tight and remember with me when he was an intern and I was his secretary. Those were the good old days, these are the good old days...life is good, funny, disappointing and full.
The phone bill is lower now but I no longer have caller ID, call waiting, or voice mail. I've had to talk to sales people! I'm going to get myself an answering machine and screen my calls, stay away from blind dates and concentrate on staying happy and well in the world.
G'nite
Diane called to tell me of her date with the 42 year-old juvenile delinquent. He's a turd too and I was right on the money when I analyzed him by clocking his behaviors and manner of speech. She was cracking up telling me about it. We'll both have things to laugh about this week. We'll both be grateful for our work to keep us INDEPENDENT from the narrow minded horn-dogs who think that because we are alone in the world we couldn't possibly do better than them. To think that I must go through these things to find what I'm looking for...the rare bird.
I got to see one of my very favorite Psychologists today. We had a long talk after not seeing each other for a few years. I didn't realize how much I missed seeing him. He wasn't aware of the fact that there was some gang activity "scheduled" in that particular school building. Funny, I wasn't the least bit afraid after coming to grips with the fact that this is a dangerous job sometimes and I will need to keep my head straight to get out of the way when necessary. I'm learning so many things and still cannot believe that dyslexic sentences are proper speech for some groups of thugs. It was simply good to see an old friend who has never gotten too big to still hug me tight and remember with me when he was an intern and I was his secretary. Those were the good old days, these are the good old days...life is good, funny, disappointing and full.
The phone bill is lower now but I no longer have caller ID, call waiting, or voice mail. I've had to talk to sales people! I'm going to get myself an answering machine and screen my calls, stay away from blind dates and concentrate on staying happy and well in the world.
G'nite