Odd night tonight. Out tonight with a woman I slept with five years ago, and tonight while drinking we never mentioned it. But as the night progressed, I kept looking at her, remembering. Her body remains amazing, with 44 G boobs and curves to match, but I did my best to remain a gentleman. I kept the conversation non-sexual, and we had a very good visit. When she dropped me off at home, I wanted nothing more than to invite her inside, but was afraid of ruining a very good night. So I said goodnight, kissed her goodbye, and came inside, alone.

But now I'm wracked with memories of our nights together. But tonight I was a gentleman, and this is the price we pay for such sacrifices.

You should not try to look down the cleavage of Nerd Girls who are playing Dungeons and Dragons with you. This simply isn't done. But I did try tonight. And...was partly successful.

Home from work, with plans to work on my next deadline job. Instead, no! Read Guardians of The Galaxy and Mighty Avengers instead, then watched THE WRESTLER.

I did a piece for a newspaper a few years ago on independent wrestling, and from what little experience I've had backstage at these shows, I thought the film caught it very well. The camaraderie (which wasn't always there), the sheer brutality of what these guys go through--yep, all there.

Now the day is half pissed away, and I feel the need to do something. Even though I've enjoyed today, I wish I had something creative to show for it. Wait! I have this blog post! Aahhh, the sweet joy of creation!