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I quit my job and I'm happy about it.
Friday I drove to California with my father. I had the time of my life, to say the least. At my Uncle's birthday party I met my other Uncle/Godfather's sort of daughter (it's the daughter of his ex-lover, his gay lover). She's a sweety. We talked about math, teaching and school. The most exciting thing about my time with her was the way I sort of danced around her as the day progressed. At around three we were introduced. I didn't think much of her and she probably felt the same. Then about an hour later we started talking about various things, the Simpsons (her mother lives in Springfield). Then for about two hours I'm off talking to uncles and cousins who I may or may not have run into before. One of my cousins, an older man, was a dean at some small college, worked at Stanford and knew a lot about the college process. I picked his brain for a while.
The whole time I'm getting acquainted with these other people I'm looking out for her. Her name is Trina. She's with some kids at the roulette wheel. She's talking to my godfather. She's sitting with a group of relatives I don't know. Then around 7pm as it started to get colder I found her standing by herself at the roulette wheel. There was a kid sitting next to her but she wasn't talking to him. The kid's name is Ray. I met him earlier, a cute kid that I will probably fit into a short story later. I started again with her. She talked about her father's meth addiction, I talked about my father's alcoholism. She talked about wanting to be a math teacher, I talked about math and how it fits into my academic career. We bond over math, even though for some reason I fed her some bullshit about me tutoring a kid and failing. I feel terrible about that line.
My dad said that she asked him several times if I was going to go to the bar everyone was going to later on. But she didn't show up. The possibilities. It makes me nuts.
But maybe we didn't have such a great connection. I don't remember her "enchanting blue eyes" like my dad called them. In fact, I hardly remember her face. And I think she's married. She mentioned the word 'husband' a few times but no one but me even mentioned that this could be a huge obstacle. I just enjoyed talking to her is all and that's something I haven't done in a while, especially with a woman. I hope I see her at the end of August when I attend the yearly reunion.
Friday I drove to California with my father. I had the time of my life, to say the least. At my Uncle's birthday party I met my other Uncle/Godfather's sort of daughter (it's the daughter of his ex-lover, his gay lover). She's a sweety. We talked about math, teaching and school. The most exciting thing about my time with her was the way I sort of danced around her as the day progressed. At around three we were introduced. I didn't think much of her and she probably felt the same. Then about an hour later we started talking about various things, the Simpsons (her mother lives in Springfield). Then for about two hours I'm off talking to uncles and cousins who I may or may not have run into before. One of my cousins, an older man, was a dean at some small college, worked at Stanford and knew a lot about the college process. I picked his brain for a while.
The whole time I'm getting acquainted with these other people I'm looking out for her. Her name is Trina. She's with some kids at the roulette wheel. She's talking to my godfather. She's sitting with a group of relatives I don't know. Then around 7pm as it started to get colder I found her standing by herself at the roulette wheel. There was a kid sitting next to her but she wasn't talking to him. The kid's name is Ray. I met him earlier, a cute kid that I will probably fit into a short story later. I started again with her. She talked about her father's meth addiction, I talked about my father's alcoholism. She talked about wanting to be a math teacher, I talked about math and how it fits into my academic career. We bond over math, even though for some reason I fed her some bullshit about me tutoring a kid and failing. I feel terrible about that line.
My dad said that she asked him several times if I was going to go to the bar everyone was going to later on. But she didn't show up. The possibilities. It makes me nuts.
But maybe we didn't have such a great connection. I don't remember her "enchanting blue eyes" like my dad called them. In fact, I hardly remember her face. And I think she's married. She mentioned the word 'husband' a few times but no one but me even mentioned that this could be a huge obstacle. I just enjoyed talking to her is all and that's something I haven't done in a while, especially with a woman. I hope I see her at the end of August when I attend the yearly reunion.