what a complex web i live:
a quick story- every night i hang out a the same diner that i feel one day i will die in. spending night after countless night at this diner, i have grown a simple but solid relationship with many of the staff, i am kept as close confedants to many a secrets which i don't need to go in to at the moment. anyhoo, so there's this girl (ther's always a girl) a waitress by the name of Sarah. we grew closer in her closing weeks of employment, many night of her staying late after her shift to drink coffee and shoot the breeze. her last night of work, i was there (shocker) we had a good night and a good talk, then like so many women in my life, she went her way and i went mine. we have kept in contact while she has been at school (Drexel in Philly, PA), but the talks became shorter until they stopped. one night, afew weeks later she had come home and stopped by the grill, we talked for a moment, and in that time she came to the conclusion that i was an ass. which is true but not at that moment. so just as i assumed all hope was lost, we began to talk again. she tried to tell me i was wrong about the whole me being an ass thing, i tried to tell her i was right but as you knw, fighting a woman is like fighting the devil. we have continued to talk off and on until today, when she informed me that this will be our last communication, as she is moving to London. i simply made a joke about going there to see her, which she took seriously. this is our conversation:
me: do you want me to?
her: im not sure
me: your not sure?
her: yea, im not sure
her: is that a bad answer?
me: no it's just funny that's all
her: funny?
her: how is that funny
me: you said you were not sure i you wanted me to come to london to visit you, showing me that your not opposed to the idea of me going, which is funny because up until about two weeks ago you thought i was an ass, or still do
her: I DON"T
her: i think you are an ass to people sometimes
me: so do you want me to come to london?
her: yea sure
me: ha
her: i might just hold you to that
her: i mean, it would be fun im sure, you could show me all around, but i wouldn't sit around hoping you would, and thats nothing about you its just the way i am.
and so i sit here, still talking to her, and giving serious consideration to going to London, but first Denver as i have made a oath and i will forever follow my word.
a quick story- every night i hang out a the same diner that i feel one day i will die in. spending night after countless night at this diner, i have grown a simple but solid relationship with many of the staff, i am kept as close confedants to many a secrets which i don't need to go in to at the moment. anyhoo, so there's this girl (ther's always a girl) a waitress by the name of Sarah. we grew closer in her closing weeks of employment, many night of her staying late after her shift to drink coffee and shoot the breeze. her last night of work, i was there (shocker) we had a good night and a good talk, then like so many women in my life, she went her way and i went mine. we have kept in contact while she has been at school (Drexel in Philly, PA), but the talks became shorter until they stopped. one night, afew weeks later she had come home and stopped by the grill, we talked for a moment, and in that time she came to the conclusion that i was an ass. which is true but not at that moment. so just as i assumed all hope was lost, we began to talk again. she tried to tell me i was wrong about the whole me being an ass thing, i tried to tell her i was right but as you knw, fighting a woman is like fighting the devil. we have continued to talk off and on until today, when she informed me that this will be our last communication, as she is moving to London. i simply made a joke about going there to see her, which she took seriously. this is our conversation:
me: do you want me to?
her: im not sure
me: your not sure?
her: yea, im not sure
her: is that a bad answer?
me: no it's just funny that's all
her: funny?
her: how is that funny
me: you said you were not sure i you wanted me to come to london to visit you, showing me that your not opposed to the idea of me going, which is funny because up until about two weeks ago you thought i was an ass, or still do
her: I DON"T
her: i think you are an ass to people sometimes
me: so do you want me to come to london?
her: yea sure
me: ha
her: i might just hold you to that
her: i mean, it would be fun im sure, you could show me all around, but i wouldn't sit around hoping you would, and thats nothing about you its just the way i am.
and so i sit here, still talking to her, and giving serious consideration to going to London, but first Denver as i have made a oath and i will forever follow my word.
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although....he would keep the flies at bay...as well as everyone else...