Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet
I've been out of town for about six days now. I got home yesterday. I was spending time with this chick in Harrisonburg. It was basically amazing. We're dating now and all that gay stuff, and I'm pretty ecstatic with the situation. Weeeell, except for the fact that she lives in Harrisonburg. It's about an hour's drive away when she's driving, since she does 80 regardless of the speed limit. Normally it's about 1.5 hours. We didn't do much while we were there as far as "going out on the town" is concerned, owing largely to our financial situations. We would wake up, usually, at around ten and we wouldn't get out of bed until around two. The first night that I was there, she and her friend managed to find a source for buying beer. We ended up starting my visit with about 78 cans and bottles of beer. When I left, there were about ten, and that was only because we promised to save some for Becca. That was among three of us. We watched movies and The O.C. because they don't get TV or internet until this coming thursday. The O.C. was surprisingly entertaining in that "I-feel-so-dirty-watching-this" kind of way, but to preserve my reputation of striving to reject that which is overtly mainstream, we can pretend I found it needlessly dramatic and insipid.
And about this chick. Her name's Whitney. She's maybe an inch shorter than me or so. She has red hair and sky blue eyes. She's the most pessimistic girl I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. This might seem an undesirable trait, but it makes me feel better about my own half-empty-glass approach to life. I don't know what sort of toll our pessimism will end up taking on our relationship (we're dating now), but I'm more than willing to try the thing out. She has been getting stalked by her ex since they broke up about a month ago. Rather than being distressing, it's actually provided a level of entertainment. He's calmed down, though, and only texts her a couple times a day - a vast improvement, to say the least. I don't feel fat or ugly around her. I don't feel self-concious. I have the freedom to say what I want and what I mean. My ex was intimidating to the point that by the end I did precious little other than agreeing with her wishes. I was a blank personality because I was scared of her finding fault in what I said (and she always managed to). With Whitney, I say what I truly think and there's not an issue with it. We laugh about stupid shit that no one else would find remotely amusing. Overall, she's pretty amazing. I miss the hell out of her.
Anyway, today I'm shredding checks from before I was born for my father. I was supposed to be making a new fence for the McLean house, but that's been put on hold until dad feels well enough to go get the supplies. I'm apparently sick as well. My joints ache, my head hurts, my throat is sore and I'm very sensitive to cold. Ugh. Not fun.
So now I go.
And about this chick. Her name's Whitney. She's maybe an inch shorter than me or so. She has red hair and sky blue eyes. She's the most pessimistic girl I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. This might seem an undesirable trait, but it makes me feel better about my own half-empty-glass approach to life. I don't know what sort of toll our pessimism will end up taking on our relationship (we're dating now), but I'm more than willing to try the thing out. She has been getting stalked by her ex since they broke up about a month ago. Rather than being distressing, it's actually provided a level of entertainment. He's calmed down, though, and only texts her a couple times a day - a vast improvement, to say the least. I don't feel fat or ugly around her. I don't feel self-concious. I have the freedom to say what I want and what I mean. My ex was intimidating to the point that by the end I did precious little other than agreeing with her wishes. I was a blank personality because I was scared of her finding fault in what I said (and she always managed to). With Whitney, I say what I truly think and there's not an issue with it. We laugh about stupid shit that no one else would find remotely amusing. Overall, she's pretty amazing. I miss the hell out of her.
Anyway, today I'm shredding checks from before I was born for my father. I was supposed to be making a new fence for the McLean house, but that's been put on hold until dad feels well enough to go get the supplies. I'm apparently sick as well. My joints ache, my head hurts, my throat is sore and I'm very sensitive to cold. Ugh. Not fun.
So now I go.