Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Haven't got any good reason, just haven't gotten around to it. Been to busy being a whiner, not that anyone would notice. I mostly just whine at myself. The reason is that I'm lovesick. I guess you could call it that. I guess when you're in a relationship for 6 years, you can start to take it for granted. The ol' "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" shtick. So recently I've been feeling like a smack head without a needle. I need a fix, Johnny, and bad. Thing is, I had a steady connection for so long, I've kinda lost my street cred. Even if I find a source, I'm too damn timid to make the connection. Whatever. I've probably been looking the wrong places anyway. Ma always says I won't find a nice girl in a bar. (Wait, was that Ma, or Amanda?)
Well, anyway, because of this quandry, I went and put a profile up on match.com. I figure with the way I work, especially when looking into a pair of pearly blues, I have better chances if we've kind of talked a little first. I've gotten poor results so far, but I'm blaming the fact that I haven't actually subscribed yet, so I am unable to recieve, or send, e-mail. Once I do that come payday, hopefully I will get better results. Right now, all I am able to do is send and recive "winks." That is, when you see somebody's profile you like, you send them a wink to let them know you are interested without actually having to come up with words in a letter. It drops them a line in their e-mail letting them know who did the winking, with a link to their profile and the option to return or refuse the wink. (Betsy and I tested it out. She made a mock profile just to play with me.) Well, it has opened the gateway to unspeakable horror.
Perhaps I am over reacting. I've sent winks to a few girls, 5 or 6, with the only results being 1 refusal, and a slap in the face by fate. I winked at her on tuesday evening. She was an itriguing blond with striking eyes and a tatoo fetish. "What harm could come from it?" I naively asked myself. In aproximatly 14 hours I found out. At work I was busy crunching some numbers when a line of customers came to the windows. I looked up from my work to find myself gazeing dumb-struck at the very same face I had viewed online the night before. I merely sped through the transaction and sent her on her way, as most of my mental capacity was focused on bowel control. I could tell from her awkward and tense mannerisms that she felt about the same way about the situation. The interaction was all of fifteen seconds, but seemed to last an eternity. Most of my friends sympathize with me and the extreme awkwardness of the situation. One though, calls it fate. She's berated me for not cracking wise or dropping one of my signature "gun-show" lines. I'm not sure. I'm just happy I didn't vomit.
There I go whining again. It ain't all bad. Life and times, I mean. I have been having my share of fun. Also got a bitchin' new tatoo. I have good friends, and my D&D characters are consistently a headache for my fellow players. (I emphasize the "roleplaying" part) I suppose life is good. Hell, it could be bushels worse.
Oh, yea. Special note to Mike and Kate. Expect to see "The Sordid Tale of Kitty and the Flame" within the week.
