I'm in LUV. I've found THE ONE!
I haven't been out in way too long. I originally had plans to go out with a couple little friends but postponed that till tomorrow at the last minute and had a night out for myself. I went to Emo's for the first time in many months even though I used to be a regular back there in the day-back when Johny Cash played it for SXSW. (At one point in time, I was able to joke that I'd had sex on the outdoor stage with half the women who'd ever worked there...ther'd only been two female employees at that point.)
Any way, I'm just there to say hello to some of the old school guys who still work there and laugh at the kiddos wearing $300 worth of Hot Topic clothes and thinking they're punk. As I'm walking out back to the courtyard, I see this cute blond who is about my age and is dressed all rockabilly. I've got my pompadour going on with it's cute little curly-Q at the widow's peak. I make eye contact and smile as I pass. I don't think much of it. There are hot women I'll never date all over Austin.
A few minutes later, she came outside and said hello. It turns out that she is one of my vets at AM PM Animal Hospital on South Lamar! I didn't remember her from there, but she totally remembered me. She remembered that painters at my house accidentally left some poison out that my dog got into and also that I wanted to breed her via artificial insemination.
To fully appreciate this, you would have to have know me for years, but take my word for it that I've had this insane history of vet techs, at every veterinarian I've gone to, have had a thing for me even though no one else in the world ever does...it just seems to be my niche for some reason. I've always said that I need to date an actual vet. She would share my love of animals and wouldn't be one of the alcoholic, bar fly, titty dancer or cocktail waitress that I normally end up with...not that I don't like every one of them; it's just that historically, they haven't turned out to be the most responsible girlfriends.
Wow...a potential girlfriend who actually has her shit together...am I shooting too high? Anyone got a sick animal I can take in as an excuse to see her again? What should we name our first child? I wonder how much the Flametrick Subs will charge me to play at our wedding.
I haven't been out in way too long. I originally had plans to go out with a couple little friends but postponed that till tomorrow at the last minute and had a night out for myself. I went to Emo's for the first time in many months even though I used to be a regular back there in the day-back when Johny Cash played it for SXSW. (At one point in time, I was able to joke that I'd had sex on the outdoor stage with half the women who'd ever worked there...ther'd only been two female employees at that point.)
Any way, I'm just there to say hello to some of the old school guys who still work there and laugh at the kiddos wearing $300 worth of Hot Topic clothes and thinking they're punk. As I'm walking out back to the courtyard, I see this cute blond who is about my age and is dressed all rockabilly. I've got my pompadour going on with it's cute little curly-Q at the widow's peak. I make eye contact and smile as I pass. I don't think much of it. There are hot women I'll never date all over Austin.
A few minutes later, she came outside and said hello. It turns out that she is one of my vets at AM PM Animal Hospital on South Lamar! I didn't remember her from there, but she totally remembered me. She remembered that painters at my house accidentally left some poison out that my dog got into and also that I wanted to breed her via artificial insemination.
To fully appreciate this, you would have to have know me for years, but take my word for it that I've had this insane history of vet techs, at every veterinarian I've gone to, have had a thing for me even though no one else in the world ever does...it just seems to be my niche for some reason. I've always said that I need to date an actual vet. She would share my love of animals and wouldn't be one of the alcoholic, bar fly, titty dancer or cocktail waitress that I normally end up with...not that I don't like every one of them; it's just that historically, they haven't turned out to be the most responsible girlfriends.
Wow...a potential girlfriend who actually has her shit together...am I shooting too high? Anyone got a sick animal I can take in as an excuse to see her again? What should we name our first child? I wonder how much the Flametrick Subs will charge me to play at our wedding.
bluevalentine:
Well, Truck normally goes to the South Lamar Animal Hospital just up the road but maybe for his next set of shots...hmmmmmmmmmmmmm