Last week I worked an average 12 hours/day Monday-through-Thursday. I did this in order to play hooky and make meself a little four-day weekend. Then, I developed a mysterious illness sometime between Thursday evening and Friday morning... and again Monday morning.
Totally not obvious.
...totally...
I somehow managed to convince Jessie to take a weekend off from studying and hop on a plane. She lives in Kentucky. Me, Northern Virginia. This is the first time we've seen one another in about 6 months. Between med school on her end, and a craptastic job on mine... it's difficult for us to both have a little spare time.
I love seeing the girl. Besides Ron & Ara (parents of the oh-so-adorable Baby Jack!), she remains my best friend. Spending 3 months and 1,300 miles with somebody tends to form some pretty fuckin' strong bonds of affection.
So, why is it that every time I see her, I'm left feeling... empty? Incomplete? Frustrated?
And, no. I'm not just talking sexually frustrated here.
It's difficult being extremely close with somebody who is completely and utterly asexual. The girl has absolutely zero sex drive. This... is fine. The fact that I'm totally attracted to her... similarly fine. There's always that friend that you dig, but with whom ya' ain't never gots a chance. Ya' know the one? Anyways, that's not the part that bothers me. The kicker is that she's acknowledged that if she was a sexual creature (even in the slightest), she'd love to date me.
Oh yeah, we're goin' there.
Alrighty. So, if she had a libido, and if she was to date anybody... seems like it'd be me. She's a total tomboy and I fuckin' dig that. She's a rude, nasty, gnarly hillbilly... right up my alley. She's got brains and brawns... fuckin' HAWT! She's one of the only people alive who can out-hike my white ass... I loves me some competition. She's content to sleep in bed with me, curled up all cutsey and whatnot, pressed against my person... this totally confuses my barely-functional, addlepated man-brain.
Fuck you, mixed signals.
I'm just guessing that if I had the time to search for a legitimate girlfriend, I'd be set. Wouldn't mind my slightly weird relationship with the ex-hiking partner one iota. But, as it stands, I'm too busy with work and have kinda' allowed my circle of friends to diminish over the past coupla' years. That, and all of my old friends who live in the area are kinda'... to put it in the words of Tom Petty, "Some grow young, some grow cold". My friends from High School and University ain't gettin' any younger. The hiking family lives in Connecticut, Washington State, Tennessee, Wisconsin, Kentucky, California, et cetera.
Meh. Whatever.
Picture Time, Bitches!
Saturday we headed out to Alexandria, Virginia, to celebrate my Grandmother's 89th Birthday. That's right people, longevity!
My Grandmother's neighbor, Mrs. Cuntwhore, doesn't like the fact that the Grandmother (who fuckin' rocks!) takes care of stray cats, wild birds, and other random creatures. So... Mms. Cuntwhore (real name) likes trying to poison the animals. This has caused me to get nasty in the past.
The feral kitten I was on the verge of adopting back at Mother's Day got sick (guess who!). My sister and Aunt drove the little guy to the Emergency Clinic. 24-hours and $1,000 later, my Aunt got herself a new indoor kitty. When next we talked she said, "He's turned into a sizeable investment. There's no way in Hell I'm dropping his ass off back outside, after that ordeal."
The tyke is fine now. Knowing how well my family takes care of critters, this 8-week old's got a solid 18-20 years left in 'im.
Monday Jessie and I did a little sight-seeing in the District. We spent the majority of our time at/around the Smithsonian Castle and the National Mall.
Now I have to go back to work.
India and Nepal in less-than-a-week.
Booya!
Totally not obvious.
...totally...
I somehow managed to convince Jessie to take a weekend off from studying and hop on a plane. She lives in Kentucky. Me, Northern Virginia. This is the first time we've seen one another in about 6 months. Between med school on her end, and a craptastic job on mine... it's difficult for us to both have a little spare time.
I love seeing the girl. Besides Ron & Ara (parents of the oh-so-adorable Baby Jack!), she remains my best friend. Spending 3 months and 1,300 miles with somebody tends to form some pretty fuckin' strong bonds of affection.
So, why is it that every time I see her, I'm left feeling... empty? Incomplete? Frustrated?
And, no. I'm not just talking sexually frustrated here.
It's difficult being extremely close with somebody who is completely and utterly asexual. The girl has absolutely zero sex drive. This... is fine. The fact that I'm totally attracted to her... similarly fine. There's always that friend that you dig, but with whom ya' ain't never gots a chance. Ya' know the one? Anyways, that's not the part that bothers me. The kicker is that she's acknowledged that if she was a sexual creature (even in the slightest), she'd love to date me.
Oh yeah, we're goin' there.
Alrighty. So, if she had a libido, and if she was to date anybody... seems like it'd be me. She's a total tomboy and I fuckin' dig that. She's a rude, nasty, gnarly hillbilly... right up my alley. She's got brains and brawns... fuckin' HAWT! She's one of the only people alive who can out-hike my white ass... I loves me some competition. She's content to sleep in bed with me, curled up all cutsey and whatnot, pressed against my person... this totally confuses my barely-functional, addlepated man-brain.
Fuck you, mixed signals.
I'm just guessing that if I had the time to search for a legitimate girlfriend, I'd be set. Wouldn't mind my slightly weird relationship with the ex-hiking partner one iota. But, as it stands, I'm too busy with work and have kinda' allowed my circle of friends to diminish over the past coupla' years. That, and all of my old friends who live in the area are kinda'... to put it in the words of Tom Petty, "Some grow young, some grow cold". My friends from High School and University ain't gettin' any younger. The hiking family lives in Connecticut, Washington State, Tennessee, Wisconsin, Kentucky, California, et cetera.
Meh. Whatever.
Picture Time, Bitches!
Saturday we headed out to Alexandria, Virginia, to celebrate my Grandmother's 89th Birthday. That's right people, longevity!
My Grandmother's neighbor, Mrs. Cuntwhore, doesn't like the fact that the Grandmother (who fuckin' rocks!) takes care of stray cats, wild birds, and other random creatures. So... Mms. Cuntwhore (real name) likes trying to poison the animals. This has caused me to get nasty in the past.
The feral kitten I was on the verge of adopting back at Mother's Day got sick (guess who!). My sister and Aunt drove the little guy to the Emergency Clinic. 24-hours and $1,000 later, my Aunt got herself a new indoor kitty. When next we talked she said, "He's turned into a sizeable investment. There's no way in Hell I'm dropping his ass off back outside, after that ordeal."
The tyke is fine now. Knowing how well my family takes care of critters, this 8-week old's got a solid 18-20 years left in 'im.
Monday Jessie and I did a little sight-seeing in the District. We spent the majority of our time at/around the Smithsonian Castle and the National Mall.
Now I have to go back to work.
India and Nepal in less-than-a-week.
Booya!
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well that girl is pretty attractive, so i see he dilemma