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A few weeks ago I met this girl at a bar. She was there with a mutual friend and we kind of hit it off. She was a decent looking girl and actually a few years older than me (I’m 27. She was 33). I really enjoyed talking with her because she seemed witty and easily carried a conversation. Naturally we exchanged numbers and agreed that we should meet up. A few days past and I asked her if she’d like to go get drinks with me one night. She accepted and we set a time and a place.

The date went well. We had a couple beers, cracked a few jokes, talked about what we do, our hobbies, our interests, etc. Basically just normal first date stuff. However, on the way home I received a text from her…. While this normally a pretty good thing (it’s usually a sign that girl is into you if she texting you before you even get home), our text conversation kind of turned weird. During the course of a normal text conversation she started throwing in various cuss words. It normally doesn’t bother me when girls swear. In fact I kind of like it a little. However, this chick was just cussing like a sailor [Insert Red Flag Here]. At the end of the eff-ing conversation we agreed that we should hang out again when she got back in town from a business trip she was about to go on.

Fast forward a couple days and I randomly get this facebook message from this chick (It should be noted that she and I are not actually even facebook friends). While it was odd that she sent me a facebook message in the first place, it was “blow your mind crazy” when I actually read it. The whole message was her asking how I was doing and her looking forward to seeing me again but it was written as a letter from a sensei master to a young warrior (the relevance of why it was written like this is because I mentioned during our date that I played on a kickball team called Cobra Kai). I assumed she was trying to be amusing; but honestly, that was just weird. Needless to say, I didn’t write her back and/or call her again.

A few days later I began to feel bad after I completely dodged her in a bar. I assume that she probably wondered (although I honestly hope she has a little bit of clue) why it didn’t work out. I told my friend Candi that I was thinking about writing her a nice letter telling her what happened and what she did to completely scare me away. I figured if nothing else, perhaps it would be beneficial if she knew. I mean she’s 33 and she’s acting like a wack job.  Candi severely advised against this and said I said I would be better off if I left it alone. Mainly because she thought I’d probably just end up hurting this girl’s feelings.

The whole ordeal got me thinking about how much easier dating would be if we told each other why things didn’t work out. Imagine if a girl/guy told you that they were turned off because they thought you checked out the waitress/waiter when they brought your drinks. Maybe they just didn’t like your style (you’re preppy and they like the rocker type). Perhaps you came across as an asshole. Possibly they simply could have also been seeing someone else and chose to pursue that option instead. The list could go on and on.

All garbage aside about finding the one who loves you for who you are, I think that knowing what mistakes you’re making might be beneficial… Even if feelings do get hurt from time to time. Just sayin’

One of the best tidbits of life knowledge I’ve received so far was given to me in a kind of a mean ass way. I can’t say that I really remember when it was or much of the actual conversation. However, I do remember that I made a joke in reference to this person doing something different (changing their hair, them wearing a different shirt, etc.) as a result of something I did (changing my hair, me wearing a different shirt, blah blah blah). I also remember after I said this that they looked at me with hateful eyes and said through gritted teeth, “You know… Sometimes it’s not about you.”

While it may not sound like a huge deal; at the time I was very upset about this. I was completely taken aback by the comment not just because it was kind of said hatfully but also because it was totally out of context of the conversation. As far as I knew, we were just joking around. I didn’t realize I had stuck a nerve and/or hurt this person’s feelings enough for them to backhand me with a statement like that.

Although I quickly got over the comment, the words stuck with me and soon I began to realize that in fact sometimes it’s not about you. I’ve seen that during the whole living your life thing it’s easy to forget that everything doesn’t necessarily revolve around us. Sometimes we forget that even the people we are close to and/or simply interact with on a daily basis have thoughts, emotions, and a whole crap load of things going on with them that have nothing to do with us.

I say this because I realized I had one of those “Sometimes it’s not about you” movements today. And even though this realization means something else kind of crappy, it’s still a little nice to know that since it’s not about me, it should be one less thing I have to worry about.

I have to admit I’ve been a little troubled lately with all this pirate talk in the news.

Then I read this interesting article.

I was not aware that there were zombies in the story of the crucifixion.

To say that I’ve put some walls up about the idea of getting close enough to a lady friend to have something of a relationship would probably be diving a little too deep into my psyche for this website. However since it is something that’s going on in my life, why not share a little bit?

Just to give you a little background, here’s some info I’ve never put on here before:

• I’ve “casually” been dating this girl from work since January.
• In that 5 months we “casually” dated, we went out roughly 7-8 times.
• We always seemed to have a really good time together.
• I purposely didn’t pursue like I should have for two reasons
• I saw her several times a day at work and the potential for that situation to blow up in my face somewhat scared me
• I’ve been reluctant to the idea of being in a relationship right now (see this post if you’re new) and therefore took things VERY slowly with her.

Then roughly two months ago, she told me that she was entertaining the idea of moving back to Alabama. I didn’t think too much of it, but I kind of started to put more of an effort into spending time with her. I know that I probably did this because I did like hanging out with her and I honestly knew that nothing would ever come out of any type of relationship we built.

Sadly, right before she moved away, I think we both kind of came to the realization that we had really started to like each other.

While this does in fact suck, there are some positives things about this situation. I very much enjoyed all the time that she and I spent together. And I saw what it was like to let some of the walls down. Surprisingly, it’s not so bad; and although I don’t want to admit it, I think I might be open to keeping them down for awhile and seeing where it takes me.

Wish me luck!

I realized today while I was running that my allergy medicine really dries me out. I also realized that being dried out while running on hot days is a bad idea. Needless to say, it wasn’t a run I’m very proud about.

Only five more weeks from yesterday until the half-marathon. I’ve still got quite a bit of training ahead of me. Also, I’m going to try my best to drop ten pounds in that five weeks. I think I’ll be able to do it as long as I can stay away from those chocolate milk shakes from Sonic. Damn you Sonic milk shakes and your deliciousness! Damn you!

I heard on the radio today the answer to the age old problem of your sponges and the brushes you use to clean your dishes being the dirtiest things in your kitchen. It’s so simple, it made me think to myself, “duh, why didn’t I think of that”.

Just nuke your sponges and brushes you use to clean your dishes in the microwave for two minutes on full power, it kills all the germs. You can do this and extend the life of these simple kitchen items out forever.

Since I just got over this cold, I’m thinking maybe I should nuke my toothbrush too. Then again, maybe I could just buy a new one. 

UPDATE: Make sure you wet the sponge. People are setting thier microwaves on fire.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16796327/wid/11915773&GT1=8921

Stuffy nose, coughing, sore throat, aches, and pains. I guess I’m sick. Great…

Heather and I got some paper towels with Charley Brown comic strips on them the other day at Target.

The most important thing that I’ve learned from these paper towels is that Charley Brown isn’t funny.

I wish I would have gotten the paper towels with cats on them instead.

Matt and I had made plans Tuesday to go see Borat today. I had some things to do this afternoon, so I shot him an email early last night with the movie times 5:25 and 7:30.

I never heard back from him, so I tried calling him several times today. At around 4:30, Matt called me back; he had just woken up. It was then that he informed me that neither of those times were going to work because he had to go to an AA meeting from 7-8 and asked if we could go tomorrow.

Since asking someone to skip an AA meeting ranks pretty high on the list of things a terrible person might do, I told him we’d just have to go some other time. I said this even though I had already scratched, “make plans with Matt” off of my personal list of things that I will ever do again.

I used to joke that the only thing that Matt was reliable for, was to be unreliable.

I don’t really think it’s funny anymore.