It’s been a hectic few days..
Londoners, for all their politeness, are a hard-boiled lot. When it’s all said and done, I think the jihadists will be very sorry they chose
I just got finished playing the local Holiday Inn for four days, but fortunately the ex made only a token “look at me, I’m going out” appearance. We played well, the crowds were good, so all’s well.
I actually went on a sorta-date today. I asked a friend from work to see the local Titanic Exhibit. The exhibit? It was OK. Not bad, not too morbid, but after 9-11, the tragedy is a little diminished.
We had a good time, I dropped her off with little fanfare, and drove away. It wasn’t really supposed to be a date anyway- I wanted someone reasonable intelligent to do things with, and she’s very bright and normal. These are good qualities, and I’m horribly out of practice when it comes to dates as it is- So.. Success.
What is with this word DATE? I do not understand the meaning of it.
At best, you get to see what a bullsh**er the other can be.
I would rather go play at the park with my son running and screaming then get all dressed up to feel uncomfortable. Not to mention worring if I say the right thing at the right time. Stuff in the teeth, hair in place....all fake stuff.( besides I am inbetween hair styles right now.lol)
Expecially if you start a relationship with that person, your just gonna forget to be the perfect picture you tried to create on that first date.
All fake...I just like being me.