Friday, December 19, 2003
Advice of the day: Do not read erotic fiction at work.
Monday, December 15, 2003
So I was driving home from some Christmas shopping yesterday and while on the highway I see a truck exactly like mine, except that is has really awesome black tinted windows. It passes me, but then pulls over into my lane. As traffic had slowed down, I pull out and around and as I cruise by I glance over to see who's driving it (my normal routine whenever I see a truck on the road though usually I wind up with old men or scary Hispanics). The window is half down and for once there's an attractive guy about my age in the driver's seat. Well, I proceed on my way home and just assume that it's coincidence that the other Chevy is going the same way I am. Even when he turns onto my street, I just go about my business (though a little nervous that someone is watching me parallel park, I'm so jumpy about that these days). When I've parked, he pulls up next to me and rolls down the window and says "Hi, I hope you don't think I'm stalking you but I just wanted to say nice truck." I return the compliment and we exchange names and occupations (he's in the Army, go figure). He asks what I'm doing the rest of the day and I tell him I'm headed to the movies to see The Two Towers and ask if he wants to come along (thinking that AP is going along and can protect me if he's psycho). He agrees, and we exchange phone numbers.
Fast forward to that evening, AP is driving and I ask him if he's ever seen the movie before. He says no, and he hasn't seen the first one either. I say I can't believe he's never seen it (what, does he live in a cave?) and he replies, well he's seen part of it at his friend's house- the part where they fly around on brooms. Blinking slowly, I realize he is talking about Harry Potter. I gently point this out and am polite enough not to laugh.
On the way there, we talk about his job, he rides the caisson (sp?) at Arlington Cemetary which basically means he does funeral processions all day long. Luckily, AP helped me out with questions because all I could think to ask was "So, been busy lately?" After some awkward silence we begin to talk about some of our other activities. He turns out to be a thrill seeker. He starts with talking about jumping off of cliffs into the water and ends with stories of riding his dirt bike illegally on the street while intoxicated. Luckily, he seems pretty excited about his various stunts and so the conversation rolls along fairly well until the movie starts.
I myself enjoyed the movie, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor guy who had to sit through 3 hours and 45 minutes of a movie where he had no clue about what was going on. I tried to warn him what he was getting into, but I guess he was determined. We ended the nite by my telling him to call me if he wanted to hang out some time.
I guess the "match made in truck heaven" was not a total success, even with the Army factor...so much for the His and Hers monogrammed trucks!
Fast forward to that evening, AP is driving and I ask him if he's ever seen the movie before. He says no, and he hasn't seen the first one either. I say I can't believe he's never seen it (what, does he live in a cave?) and he replies, well he's seen part of it at his friend's house- the part where they fly around on brooms. Blinking slowly, I realize he is talking about Harry Potter. I gently point this out and am polite enough not to laugh.
On the way there, we talk about his job, he rides the caisson (sp?) at Arlington Cemetary which basically means he does funeral processions all day long. Luckily, AP helped me out with questions because all I could think to ask was "So, been busy lately?" After some awkward silence we begin to talk about some of our other activities. He turns out to be a thrill seeker. He starts with talking about jumping off of cliffs into the water and ends with stories of riding his dirt bike illegally on the street while intoxicated. Luckily, he seems pretty excited about his various stunts and so the conversation rolls along fairly well until the movie starts.
I myself enjoyed the movie, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor guy who had to sit through 3 hours and 45 minutes of a movie where he had no clue about what was going on. I tried to warn him what he was getting into, but I guess he was determined. We ended the nite by my telling him to call me if he wanted to hang out some time.
I guess the "match made in truck heaven" was not a total success, even with the Army factor...so much for the His and Hers monogrammed trucks!
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Back by popular demand (okay, just AP)...
I took a trip to the Borders book store at lunch today. I had a particular title in mind, The Story of O, that I was looking for as a Christmas gift for a dear friend. I first attempted to find it in the literature section and then erotica, but having no luck I found a kiosk on which to locate my item. It informed me that the title was indeed in stock and led me to Psychology->Sexuality->Self-help->Recovery. I was quite surprised, considering this is a work of S&M and not apt to help anyone recover much of anything (particularly their dignity). So I proceeded downstairs to the correct shelf and as I tried to peruse it I found a little Asian man blocking my way. He was pulling books off the shelf and holding them about an inch from his nose and trying to view them with his coke bottle glasses. At first I felt bad for the gentleman, until I realized I was standing next to him in the sexuality section of the store. I strained to see around him, but he kept pulling one book after another from the shelf and scrutinizing them. At this point my coworker finds me, and being uneager to divulge what book I am searching for, I am forced to leave empty-handed.
I took a trip to the Borders book store at lunch today. I had a particular title in mind, The Story of O, that I was looking for as a Christmas gift for a dear friend. I first attempted to find it in the literature section and then erotica, but having no luck I found a kiosk on which to locate my item. It informed me that the title was indeed in stock and led me to Psychology->Sexuality->Self-help->Recovery. I was quite surprised, considering this is a work of S&M and not apt to help anyone recover much of anything (particularly their dignity). So I proceeded downstairs to the correct shelf and as I tried to peruse it I found a little Asian man blocking my way. He was pulling books off the shelf and holding them about an inch from his nose and trying to view them with his coke bottle glasses. At first I felt bad for the gentleman, until I realized I was standing next to him in the sexuality section of the store. I strained to see around him, but he kept pulling one book after another from the shelf and scrutinizing them. At this point my coworker finds me, and being uneager to divulge what book I am searching for, I am forced to leave empty-handed.
Monday, December 01, 2003
I think anyone that has an action figure designed after them, should not be allowed to commit suicide.
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