So...
Couple things here.
First off, hit it off with the waitress, wonderfully well I might add. She admitted that she thought I was going to be an asshole, but TBS (Teddy Bear Syndrome) kicked in. It's peculiar really. I never really ever spoke to her before we worked together today. She's 9 times out of 10 an evening server, while I'm the dedicated Day cook.
She tugs the hair, and recives the standard warning of 'Do it again and God and everyone is going to watch us fucking on the nearest convenient surface.'
She persists. Well, I didn't just up and shag her then and there on the make line. (Though I admit a certain perverse daydream occurs now and then involving just that.) Instead, we flirt back and forth.
Incidentally, I think I've figured out when I'm flirting. Only took me damn near 10 years.
Moving along however, I ask for her number and give her mine, thinking nothing more of it. Boy was I dead fuckin' wrong. She called me up, and around 10pm, I'm up jumping the boogie towards the Raceland/Flatwoods line.
Well, because roomie and her man get into it, the evening is significantly colored, though we did get about an hour to ourselves. In that time we discovered a few things about one another, decided girls with tongue rings make for fun kissing. Didn't get as far as I had hoped I would, but things are looking up. She's coming in early tomorrow to see me at work, and asked me to please call her as soon as I made it home.
Weird. Been a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time since I've been treated so kindly by a woman I intended to go out with. Been treated kindly by a wonderful Friend-With-Benefits for damn sure, but not by a girl whereby an actual romantic relationship happens. (BTW, thanks again for the food, I was VERY hungry)
Strange stuff, mi vida puta.
But something else comes to my attention.
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You made a wonderful fair-weather partner. If I had it to do over again, I would in a heartbeat. After three years in hell, you taught me how to live again. You taught me how to let go and have fun. You gave me confidence in myself for the first time in my life. In all honesty, that confidence was probably your undoing as far as we were concerned.
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I recieved this comment in reference to my previous post. I should mention however, that I wasn't so much pity partying, as I was overexaggerating to make a point.
Regardless, there's a line in this I want to share with everyone.
"After three years in hell, you taught me how to live again."
Now, I'm not what one would call a Knightly type. In fact, Shiftless No Account Gypsy, Pirate, Scoundrel, and Low-Down Half Witted Scruffy Looking Nerf Herder more come to mind. But yet...
Maybe it's something from my youth, the desire to do heroic deeds, slay the dragon (Ironic, looking back in retrospect), and get the girl. I grew up on the bad 80's action flicks you see. It and the collected works of Harrison Ford made me what I am today.
Taught someone how to live again. Man, I never thought I'd hear that used outside of a movie with any amount of sincerity, let alone directed towards me. Something about it just...
Hard to define I suppose. It wasn't an ego boost. No, an ego boost is "Oh, it's SO big baby." or "I've never eaten pasta this amazing." or even "Damn, you're good."
It was nothing like that, but yet... I dunno. There's a small voice in my head somewheres I suppose saying "About damn time you got it right you dumb gypsy bastard."
It's a deep goal of mine, I suppose. Bringing light to the darkest parts of a person's life, warming them when they're cold, and showing life where only desolation remained. Maybe it's that protector/guardian thing of mine. No clue though.
As to the remainder of the line I shared. About giving confidence and it being an undoing.
As far as I'm concerned, I was no longer necessary. I did what I could, and gave what I could, and it was apparently enough to help someone. Oh sure, at the time, I was piecing together new forms of profanity and vulgarity, but really, truly, it's in retrospect that these things must be observed. Yoda was right, Always Emotion the Future. I think it applies to the present in these situations.
And in retrospect, what I did might have been all I needed to do. In a purely personal sense, it was more oppurtunity to learn to give a woman oral sex better. In a more emotional sense, it was a chance to grow beyond my bombed out teenaged senses of morality and feeling. It was a lot of things really, but I want to encourage everyone to think about this for a minute. Don't have to write it down or anything, just think about it.
You learned something from every person you were with. Not stuff like "Don't feed so-and-so Chili after 10pm if planning to sleep"
Oh no, I mean like "I change my car's oil like so" or "Toddlers prefer chewing on slightly sweet stuff when teething" or "I disassemble, clean, and reassemble a Sprinfield Model M1911 .45 ACP Pistol like so." or "To make bangin' casserole X, I need such and such."
Best not to overlook the normal stuff we learn. Just never observe so closely that the surroundings remain an enigma. Hold too tightly and you'll lose control.
First off, hit it off with the waitress, wonderfully well I might add. She admitted that she thought I was going to be an asshole, but TBS (Teddy Bear Syndrome) kicked in. It's peculiar really. I never really ever spoke to her before we worked together today. She's 9 times out of 10 an evening server, while I'm the dedicated Day cook.
She tugs the hair, and recives the standard warning of 'Do it again and God and everyone is going to watch us fucking on the nearest convenient surface.'
She persists. Well, I didn't just up and shag her then and there on the make line. (Though I admit a certain perverse daydream occurs now and then involving just that.) Instead, we flirt back and forth.
Incidentally, I think I've figured out when I'm flirting. Only took me damn near 10 years.
Moving along however, I ask for her number and give her mine, thinking nothing more of it. Boy was I dead fuckin' wrong. She called me up, and around 10pm, I'm up jumping the boogie towards the Raceland/Flatwoods line.
Well, because roomie and her man get into it, the evening is significantly colored, though we did get about an hour to ourselves. In that time we discovered a few things about one another, decided girls with tongue rings make for fun kissing. Didn't get as far as I had hoped I would, but things are looking up. She's coming in early tomorrow to see me at work, and asked me to please call her as soon as I made it home.
Weird. Been a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time since I've been treated so kindly by a woman I intended to go out with. Been treated kindly by a wonderful Friend-With-Benefits for damn sure, but not by a girl whereby an actual romantic relationship happens. (BTW, thanks again for the food, I was VERY hungry)
Strange stuff, mi vida puta.
But something else comes to my attention.
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You made a wonderful fair-weather partner. If I had it to do over again, I would in a heartbeat. After three years in hell, you taught me how to live again. You taught me how to let go and have fun. You gave me confidence in myself for the first time in my life. In all honesty, that confidence was probably your undoing as far as we were concerned.
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I recieved this comment in reference to my previous post. I should mention however, that I wasn't so much pity partying, as I was overexaggerating to make a point.
Regardless, there's a line in this I want to share with everyone.
"After three years in hell, you taught me how to live again."
Now, I'm not what one would call a Knightly type. In fact, Shiftless No Account Gypsy, Pirate, Scoundrel, and Low-Down Half Witted Scruffy Looking Nerf Herder more come to mind. But yet...
Maybe it's something from my youth, the desire to do heroic deeds, slay the dragon (Ironic, looking back in retrospect), and get the girl. I grew up on the bad 80's action flicks you see. It and the collected works of Harrison Ford made me what I am today.
Taught someone how to live again. Man, I never thought I'd hear that used outside of a movie with any amount of sincerity, let alone directed towards me. Something about it just...
Hard to define I suppose. It wasn't an ego boost. No, an ego boost is "Oh, it's SO big baby." or "I've never eaten pasta this amazing." or even "Damn, you're good."
It was nothing like that, but yet... I dunno. There's a small voice in my head somewheres I suppose saying "About damn time you got it right you dumb gypsy bastard."
It's a deep goal of mine, I suppose. Bringing light to the darkest parts of a person's life, warming them when they're cold, and showing life where only desolation remained. Maybe it's that protector/guardian thing of mine. No clue though.
As to the remainder of the line I shared. About giving confidence and it being an undoing.
As far as I'm concerned, I was no longer necessary. I did what I could, and gave what I could, and it was apparently enough to help someone. Oh sure, at the time, I was piecing together new forms of profanity and vulgarity, but really, truly, it's in retrospect that these things must be observed. Yoda was right, Always Emotion the Future. I think it applies to the present in these situations.
And in retrospect, what I did might have been all I needed to do. In a purely personal sense, it was more oppurtunity to learn to give a woman oral sex better. In a more emotional sense, it was a chance to grow beyond my bombed out teenaged senses of morality and feeling. It was a lot of things really, but I want to encourage everyone to think about this for a minute. Don't have to write it down or anything, just think about it.
You learned something from every person you were with. Not stuff like "Don't feed so-and-so Chili after 10pm if planning to sleep"
Oh no, I mean like "I change my car's oil like so" or "Toddlers prefer chewing on slightly sweet stuff when teething" or "I disassemble, clean, and reassemble a Sprinfield Model M1911 .45 ACP Pistol like so." or "To make bangin' casserole X, I need such and such."
Best not to overlook the normal stuff we learn. Just never observe so closely that the surroundings remain an enigma. Hold too tightly and you'll lose control.