a likely story, sir
so we went out last night after work for a goodbye party for one of my colleagues who i am truly sad to see go.
well, guess who was there?
oh, hi asshat!
so, we were friendly to each other, and he ended up buying me a couple of beers. but i turned to him at one point when it was just him and me, and i said "what's the matter with you lately?"
"What?"
"You pissed at me or something?"
"no... why would you thibnk i was pissed?"
"i can feel it."
"no, i'm not pissed at you, why would i be?"
"i have no idea, that's why i wanted to know. not that i would apologize, but we could get it out in the open like adults."
so, he says he isn't pissed with me. a likely story, sir. too bad this guy is as transparent as saran wrap. and i've known him for 6 years. he thinks he's slick, but he ain't.
"ok then. you can tell me when you're pissed at me, you know," i say.
he nods.
"I was pissed at you the other day... tuesday."
"why?"
"i felt like you left me hanging."
"you weren't hanging."
"felt like it."
"i'm sorry, i didn't mean for that, if that's what you thought."
"all right dood, i'm just saying i was pretty ripshit.:"
he alse mentioned the facebook thing and how he had defirended me. his explanation was that he was going through and un-friending people who openly complained about work, cuz dumdum has asked him things before about facebook, and he doesn't want to even have that be an option for her to ride hm about.
so i stop him right there, and i tell him that i never OPENLY bitch about work on FB. i am always deliberately vague, because i know who i am friends with on FB. i am friends with dumdum, and i know she will look and take things as i say them. so yeah, try again.
i told him i really don't care, and he can do whatever he wants. i didn't tell him that i noticed i had been unfriended cuz i went to do the same to him. :)
so he leaves, and he give me a bro hug... you know, you shake hands and pull the other person in and slap them on the back with the other hand a time or two.
we'll see. i still might be chatting with him not at a bar and make sure he remembers it.
oh! i almost forgot... while we were heart-to-hearting, he admits shyly, "there is one thing you do that pisses me off..."
"ok, shoot."
"sometimes, you tend to be like scotty in star trek with things."
"ok... you're gonna have to explain that to me, cuz i don't know what that means."
"when someone dumps {and outrageously tight timeline or emergency project} on you, you tend to complain that there's no way it can get done, then you come through with it in the end."
"that's fair. but part of why i do that (aside from the fact that i am like that), is because if i fix the shit, like those three widgets i fixed in two days, which is unheard of? if i keep doing that without one voice of complaint, then i am worried that people will think that they can change shit right up until the day they need it, an we can accommodate them."
it was an interesting comversation. and i'll give it to him, it was an amusing analogy.
so when we leave the bar (and i got kisses from a couple of my buds as they left... jose and ryan... drunk as shit), ken and i walk over to our cars which were parked next to each other. an we start chatting. we stood outside for an hour or so and were talking. it was a good talk. at one point, i told him that there are two people, besides my dad, that i trust at work. him (ken), and dino. and it's not that i don't trust everyone else, but i don't sling that word around freely.
then i came home and i had to put the heat on. it was GOD DAMN COLD.
i checked email, and i had a message from a new person on match. i read his profile, and i can't decide if he sounds interesting or not. he's a black guy, who on first sight is quite good looking. but here's my issue: it's not that i would never date a black guy, but i also think about how hard it would be for him to date me. my family is irish catholic, and being dicks about people's races runs rampant. and not in the way that anyone would be in trouble, if you follow, but the jokes and the looks and the undercurrent is there. not from me, or even from most of my cousins, but uncles especially. and they've never been mean to any of my friends who were not white... but those friends were also not romantic possibilities.
so, does that make me awful to not even try with a black guy, because i know how my family would be? sorry if the question (or the situation) offends anyone. i am truly curious.
well, i am off to helo my friends move some shit. it's the trials of owning a truck, i guess. :)
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