An odd fun fact about cats that I’ve learned is that when they’re sleeping on you, you can balance lightweight objects on their heads.
Like this empty beer can for example.
Archive for February, 2009
Although I just posted about how I’ve been dating this girl named AC and she might start showing up on here more, I’m actually going to have to retract that statement.
I say this because I got a call from AC the other day telling me she didn’t want to date me anymore.
No worries though. I knew this was coming. I could tell she was struggling with our relationship two weeks ago, and to be honest so was I.
Basically to sum things up from my perspective; AC is the type of girl who runs away if you bring her in to close. I brought this up when she told me she wasn’t happy with how distant I was keeping her. Even though I thought it might be a bad idea, she assured me that things would be fine. So I made more of an effort to have a relationship with her. Obviously, she realized that wasn’t what she wanted.
So while it sucks, all is well. I think this is something we both wanted. I know I was fighting things with her because the relationship felt like the one Heather and I had (before the whole calling off the wedding thing, of course). In other words, it was just too comfortable. Clearly something I am not ready for at this point in my life.
About a month after I moved into my townhome my parents came up and helped me clean it for the first time. It was then that I was introduced to a cleaning product called Fabuloso. Apparently Fabuloso is a rather cheep Pine-Sol type product that is made in Mexico. However unlike Pine-Sol, which smells like pine, Fabuloso smells, as my dad would say, “muy delicioso!” Which is Spanish for “it smells like lavender”.
Much to my surprise, on Sunday the roommate informed me that she doesn’t really like it when I clean the house with Fabuloso. She said she isn’t really a big fan of the scent.
It was then that I basically yelled at her and told her she was crazy. Fabuloso smells like Angels!
Saturday night I was out with some friends and during the course of conversation with this girl in our group, we somehow started talking about hiking. She proceeded to tell me this crazy story about when her mom and sister got lost in the woods for over five hours once during a hiking trip. It somehow involved her dad being overly competitive and her mom ripping her pants sliding down a mountain. Then at the end of the story she said, “… And then I found five dollars!”
At first I was completely lost by this statement. In my mind I was trying to compute her finding $5 on a hiking trail somewhere in the mountains, but I just couldn’t do it. I think I may have even made a face that indicated what she had just said made my brain hurt.
It was then she explained the concept of saying, “… And then I found five dollars!” after you finish a boring and/or meaningless story that doesn’t really go anywhere. It just makes the story more exciting and adds a point to pointless stories.
Since I’m a bit of a storyteller, I absolutely loved learning of this.
And then I found five dollars!
Does it count as me enjoying the 67 degree weather if I’m just sitting in my kitchen working on homework with the backdoor open?
Thursday night I called AC and asked her if she wanted to do something Friday night. She said she’d love to and we agreed to work out the specifics the next day when we both got off work.
Friday morning I get a call from AC on my way to work and she says that I have two choices of what we’re doing that night. We could either go watch a burlesque show or go rock climbing at Climb Nashville. She told me to think about it and get back to her.
Later that day I get the following email:
From: AC
To: Me
Subject: Tonite
What have you decided? Naked girls or rocks?
Believe it or not, we actually went rock climbing.
I have always wanted to go to Climb Nashville and I figured the internet is full of naked girls. I can look at them anytime I want.
As I was walking into the bathroom at work this man says to me, “Come on in. I saved a seat for you.”
Last Friday was my work girlfriend’s* last day at work…
She decided to take a position with a capital management company. It was a wonderful opportunity for her and I’m pretty sure she got a nice raise.
However, by definition since she no longer works with me, she and I can no longer be in a work relationship.
While I know this doesn’t really sound like a big deal because I know people switch jobs all the time. But think about it this way. Suddenly one of my best friends, whom I’ve talked to every day for months suddenly isn’t there. No more walking over to her desk when I need to take a much needed break and seeing her smiling face. No more getting my chops busted from the guys in my department for always having a pretty girl hanging around. No more sharing CDs. No more random fun interoffice mail. No more phone calls just to say hello.
And sadly, no more work girlfriend.
*Note in case you missed this in the past: Work Girlfriend is defined as a colleague — your lunchmate, IM partner, email buddy, etc. Nonromantic, purely platonic.
