Today is already shaping up to be a great one. Of course it is 8 AM, but something in the universe told me that today would enhance my understanding and it already has. I was introduced to a fellow blogger in my ‘hood by way of my friend Aubrey. She has some great insight and a very unique voice. Visit HERE and check her out. I wish she had email, because this girl is someone I think I could have an intelligent conversation with. Plus she knows my hero Joe “Babe” Warner. Can you beat that?
I had the weirdest set of dreams. In the first one one of my friends was getting picked on by a whole group of people and I stepped in and stopped them and made him feel better. Then I had the exact same dream but this time, it was my best friend’s Mom. Am I supposed to save these people from something? It is all probably just subconscious garbage. I skipped dinner last night and maybe my brain felt starved and decided to mess with me. I just wasn’t in the mood for Hooters.
Speaking of Hooters, this place is the ‘neck capital of the world. I rolled up in my Sentra and felt VERY out of place. Maybe I need whip antennae. Can they jack up compact cars? I did make one-observation…police officers, Marines, and racecar drivers might be brave, but the Hooters girls have 100 times the gumption. I could not imagine wearing next to nothing and warding off horny drunk men day in and day out. Hats off to you ladies.
So it looks like every one is pair bonding again. So it goes around the springtime I suppose. While I had a great date last weekend the anxiety that this week has brought makes me want to scream. We finally settled on Monday as our follow up “interview”(lets face it that’s what they are…so what can you offer my company should we choose to hire you?). This whole week I’ve wondered if that day was intentional since it gave her a full week to come up with an excuse to bail. I guess I’ll have to wait and see. She has about 48 hours to come down with scurvy or have a snow skiing accident in Florida.
It seems like no matter how old I get or how much more comfortable I get around women, I will always be that fat kid that didn’t deserve to be loved. Can we escape the role we grow up in? Somehow I doubt it. I guess the trick is to borrow from the GOP playbook and be “cautiously optimistic.” I think you have to keep your heart guarded, but if you hide it in a box too long, it dries up. Perhaps my follow up will go smoothly. I am not, however, wearing a suit.
This is a great Cat Stevens song. What a great quote:
“I love you though the time may change And snowmen sleep in the sea“
I had the weirdest set of dreams. In the first one one of my friends was getting picked on by a whole group of people and I stepped in and stopped them and made him feel better. Then I had the exact same dream but this time, it was my best friend’s Mom. Am I supposed to save these people from something? It is all probably just subconscious garbage. I skipped dinner last night and maybe my brain felt starved and decided to mess with me. I just wasn’t in the mood for Hooters.
Speaking of Hooters, this place is the ‘neck capital of the world. I rolled up in my Sentra and felt VERY out of place. Maybe I need whip antennae. Can they jack up compact cars? I did make one-observation…police officers, Marines, and racecar drivers might be brave, but the Hooters girls have 100 times the gumption. I could not imagine wearing next to nothing and warding off horny drunk men day in and day out. Hats off to you ladies.
So it looks like every one is pair bonding again. So it goes around the springtime I suppose. While I had a great date last weekend the anxiety that this week has brought makes me want to scream. We finally settled on Monday as our follow up “interview”(lets face it that’s what they are…so what can you offer my company should we choose to hire you?). This whole week I’ve wondered if that day was intentional since it gave her a full week to come up with an excuse to bail. I guess I’ll have to wait and see. She has about 48 hours to come down with scurvy or have a snow skiing accident in Florida.
It seems like no matter how old I get or how much more comfortable I get around women, I will always be that fat kid that didn’t deserve to be loved. Can we escape the role we grow up in? Somehow I doubt it. I guess the trick is to borrow from the GOP playbook and be “cautiously optimistic.” I think you have to keep your heart guarded, but if you hide it in a box too long, it dries up. Perhaps my follow up will go smoothly. I am not, however, wearing a suit.
This is a great Cat Stevens song. What a great quote:
“I love you though the time may change And snowmen sleep in the sea“
1 Comments:
Hi, Jon. I just happened to run across your blog after doing a google search for Joe Babe Warner. (A Facebook friend posted something about him so I thought I'd investigate his presence on the web.) What a character. I was in the class of 1984 at SJCDS...I assume you're an alum as well? I've only glanced at your blog briefly so far but I notice you're a Pisces/INFP combination like me. So nice to meet you.
Stephanie
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