Chance taken, and not
My friend Joe asked me Saturday why I didn't bring my boy along. And I told him that, sadly, he had to work. (Someday he must meet my Scoobies.) He then brought up someone from a year ago that I had completely forgotten about. It's funny when other people keep memories for you. And seeing as how it's such a bizarre story, I now present for your stupefication,
Tim started work as a forklift driver at my place of employment roughly in October one year ago. He was rather good-looking, and I admit, I noticed him. He had a very soft, smooth way of talking. He was from Virginia. I believe it was the week before Thanksgiving that one morning he called me over to his forklift as I was arriving at work, took my hand and told me that he had something to tell me later. Later that day as I sat by my computer, he came over to me and told me that I was absolutely lovely and asked me out to dinner sometime. A warning bell in the back of my brain told me to be wary and I demurred citing an online flirtation with a guy I'd known back in the midwest that I wanted to see if anything would come of first. Good thing I generally listen to those warning bells.
The following week a girl at work was talking to him. We found out that he was 37 (he didn't look any older than 27) with 3 children. She asked him why he moved out here. He said, to work in porn. Yeah.... We later found out that he also moved out here to escape having to pay child support. And the crowning touch to this story - 2 weeks after asking me out, he got married. Some chick he'd met at a nightclub the week before. Within a month, she was pregnant. I look back on this story and laugh. I feel relieved that I dodged such a bullet. Thank you, intuition.
I saw Rent twice this extended weekend. I loved watching that amalgamation of people become family. And wonder where is the point where people progress beyond friends to become family?
Speaking of family, I spent the weekend with my Scooby family. We had planned a Thanksgiving dinner for Saturday. Al and I did the lion's share of the cooking. I think we may well have used every dish in her apartment. It was a great time with much laughing and joking and movies and food, meeting Wonderboy's new girlfriend and adding another friend. Poor Jason turned out to be really allergic to cats. At least he was a good sport about it. And Harvey and Geneva evidenced some changes from their time in kitty prison. I wish I lived closer to my LA scoobs. We're planning a Hanukkah sleepover party (how cool that sleepovers can continue into my mid-20s) for when most of us are going to be gathered again to the Michigan/Ohio area for the holidays. Hooray for cobbled-together families.
Tim started work as a forklift driver at my place of employment roughly in October one year ago. He was rather good-looking, and I admit, I noticed him. He had a very soft, smooth way of talking. He was from Virginia. I believe it was the week before Thanksgiving that one morning he called me over to his forklift as I was arriving at work, took my hand and told me that he had something to tell me later. Later that day as I sat by my computer, he came over to me and told me that I was absolutely lovely and asked me out to dinner sometime. A warning bell in the back of my brain told me to be wary and I demurred citing an online flirtation with a guy I'd known back in the midwest that I wanted to see if anything would come of first. Good thing I generally listen to those warning bells.
The following week a girl at work was talking to him. We found out that he was 37 (he didn't look any older than 27) with 3 children. She asked him why he moved out here. He said, to work in porn. Yeah.... We later found out that he also moved out here to escape having to pay child support. And the crowning touch to this story - 2 weeks after asking me out, he got married. Some chick he'd met at a nightclub the week before. Within a month, she was pregnant. I look back on this story and laugh. I feel relieved that I dodged such a bullet. Thank you, intuition.
I saw Rent twice this extended weekend. I loved watching that amalgamation of people become family. And wonder where is the point where people progress beyond friends to become family?
Speaking of family, I spent the weekend with my Scooby family. We had planned a Thanksgiving dinner for Saturday. Al and I did the lion's share of the cooking. I think we may well have used every dish in her apartment. It was a great time with much laughing and joking and movies and food, meeting Wonderboy's new girlfriend and adding another friend. Poor Jason turned out to be really allergic to cats. At least he was a good sport about it. And Harvey and Geneva evidenced some changes from their time in kitty prison. I wish I lived closer to my LA scoobs. We're planning a Hanukkah sleepover party (how cool that sleepovers can continue into my mid-20s) for when most of us are going to be gathered again to the Michigan/Ohio area for the holidays. Hooray for cobbled-together families.