Well well well. Before the show we did last night in Akron, I gave an old friend of mine who lives about two blocks from the bar we were at a call to see what she was up to. We have hung out on many occasions, and I've always had a "thing" for her. She's always been aware of it, and moderately flirty even though we've never been single at the same time. When I called her she told me she was really glad I called, and that she had some great news. She's single! This is where the evil grin crossed my face and the gears in my head started to turn. She wasn't able to make it to the show because she bartends at a different bar about half an hour away, but wanted to get together as soon as she got off work. Anywho, long story short, we went out for a bite to eat, had great conversation, and went back to her place. That's when things took a turn. She told me she didn't want to start anything up, because she wasn't totally over her ex yet. I thought to myself, "Another night with the hippie chick, in a punk girl's body."
So after long hours of believing in something that wasn't there, I left feeling out of place, driving home at first in the dark and rain, and then as the sun began to come up, the rain subsided. The dawn of a new day was appropriate, as I drove I realized there was nothing to be depressed about, for there are plenty of other options abound. I'm going to see the petite dark haired girl tonight and possibly talk to my ex that I encountered tomorrow. So really there's no reason to sweat missing out on the Akron girl.
On an odd note, I had a dream last night that I was a stripper, and decided to stop stripping and just bartend at the club I was working at. I rarely remember my dreams, and this is probably why. They're generally really fucked up.
So after long hours of believing in something that wasn't there, I left feeling out of place, driving home at first in the dark and rain, and then as the sun began to come up, the rain subsided. The dawn of a new day was appropriate, as I drove I realized there was nothing to be depressed about, for there are plenty of other options abound. I'm going to see the petite dark haired girl tonight and possibly talk to my ex that I encountered tomorrow. So really there's no reason to sweat missing out on the Akron girl.
On an odd note, I had a dream last night that I was a stripper, and decided to stop stripping and just bartend at the club I was working at. I rarely remember my dreams, and this is probably why. They're generally really fucked up.
Oh yeah, about the daughters of the 38 year old... They're her DAUGHTERS. When I was with her before, they were really cool with me, and I was cool with them. I'm not one who likes kids, but she's got damn cool kids. Fact of the matter is that I was with their mom, and that ruled out any kind of perverse thought that every one of my friends seemed to have. They were like relatives to me, not just random girls.