Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Personal update

Well, after reading my last few posts, I can see that many things have changed in the past year. I am currently not going out with CC any longer. Probably better for both of us anyway. We still talk once in awhile, and I wish her the best, but it was just never going to work out with us anyway. Since then, I have had a few brief dating periods with about 3 or 4 different women, but nothing that ever got serious at all. I have also had quite a few one night stands that I may tell you about later on.

Like I mentioned in my previous post, I do have a new job, and I also live in a different city and state. I am not sure that I will mention who I work for, or where I live now. It really isn’t relevant at this point. If a story later on needs that information, I may give it out, but until then, you will have to guess. Although I did move out of state, I am still only about a 2.5 hour drive from my previous location. My new job involves a lot of travel, all over the U.S. So far I love what I am doing, and get along with everyone I work with. The only drawback is that most of my co-workers are married and I really don’t have anyone to go out with here. I am currently looking for new friends to hang out with, but it seems like I am never in town. Oh well, such is life, I will figure things out eventually.

I guess I have either grown up a little, or just accepted my life in the last year. I no longer call my ex for anything other than to talk about our kids. Before, I always hoped and wanted us to get back together. Now I just want to find a way to make myself happy. “It’s all about me baby.” Actually, I hope she is happy also. I know that she is dating, and my only concern is that whatever guy, scumbag, idiot, slob, or dork she brings home is good to my kids. Actually, I hear that she is currently seeing a nice guy, and I haven’t heard anything bad about him from my children, so all is well. This doesn’t mean I would pass up the chance to get her in bed again for a little action, but she is not the best I have had, just the one I felt the most comfortable with probably because we spent a decade or more together.

Right now I am currently seeing a girl whom I met just before I moved for my new job. We dated for about 2 months before I moved. I do like her, but I am not sure this is going to work out. First off, living 2.5 hours apart doesn’t sound like much, but the drive sure does get old after a while. Also, she has a job where she has to work weekends, so when I do have a free weekend to see her, she may be working. Even if we did live in the same city, I am not sure things would work out in the long run. Right now I am at the point where a decision should be made. I don’t want to drag things out if I know that they are not going anywhere, but I also want to give things a chance. If we lived closer, I’m positive that I would already know the answer to this question. But after a few weeks apart, when we do finally get together, things seem great. I have been married; I know that the problems come with living with someone everyday, 7 days a week. Seeing her twice a month is more like having a f-buddy than anything else. I suppose we will have to have a discussion about this soon, not looking forward to that. Just for future posts, I am going to give this girl a name - Amy (Obviously not her real name.)

There is a general update of my current situation, I’m sure I left a bunch of things out, but hopefully they will come up in later posts.

Note to self for stories I need to tell: Going away party, my f-buddy, first night with Amy, work travel, and Vegas trip. That’s all I can think of right now.


Yes, I am still alive.

Well, it has been over a year since I have made a post, and I don’t believe that I have even visited this sight since that time. I am not sure why, I had every intention of continuing to post, but procrastination is an evil thing. So much has happened in the last year that I am not even sure where to begin. More than likely, I will go back and read my previous posts, and give everyone an update on where I am at in my life right now. Although there are probably not very many people who even look at this, but it will be good for me to get it out anyway.

Right now, I am living in a new city, with a new job. I am now 37, and still single. Not sure if that is a good or a bad thing, but that is the way it is right now. I have many good stories to tell, and hopefully in the next few weeks or months, I will get them written up and posted here so I have a record of my achievements, but mostly my mistakes.

Write more at you late, time to do some reading of my own blog, so I know where I left off, so as not to bore you with things I have already posted.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Wingman night...

I was just sitting at home yesterday afternoon and Jeff called around 5:00 and asked if I wanted to go to the bar with him. He said that the girl that dogged him last weekend was going to be there, and she wanted to talk. I didn't have anything else going on, so I said I would do it. At the bar, we did meet up with his girl, and they talked for quite a while, but she ended up going home around 9:00. Jeff said that she was going to meet up with him again this weekend. He thinks everything is ok, the reason she gave for leaving him last weekend was that she was drunk, and doesn't even remember leaving. I guess it is possible, but I wasn't there, so I didn't see how drunk she really was. I think it was something else, but that's not my problem. I did find out from one of the bartenders that her ex-boyfriend was in town for the holidays, who she still has a thing for. He lives about 2000 miles away, and has gone home now. Jeff didn't seem to bothered by this and is just looking for a little action anyway. I think that he is going to find out later that she wants more than that, and he will have to pay the price later. Of course my job last night, being the wingman, was to distract and entertain her friends and anyone else who got in the way. Well, Jeff has been my wingman many times before, but he owes me for last night. I ended up having to take a rather big girl home last night. Normally I would not have done it, but I was horny, and that was my job. I guess I did get laid so not everything is bad, it is just not something I am proud of, or want anyone to know about. Tonight I will be spending a quite night at home since we will probably be hitting it pretty hard this weekend. The bar we hang out at has a band playing Fri. night, and Sat. Jeff and I talked about a road trip to his home town. Which always means that we will be drinking very heavily...

For those of you who have never seen this, it is definitely worth a read. This is the "Wingmans creed", what good friends do for each other.

Wingmans Creed

There is a man out there.
He waits in the shadows.
He always appears on cue, and rarely fails at his assigned task.
He can blend in with the crowd or become the center of attention.
He's your buddy. Your friend. Your wingman.
Yes, the legendary wingman.

The man who "takes one for the team," "jumps on the grenade," and generally keeps someone else occupied while you're "engaging the primary target." Now, the secondary target isn't always a prize. Sometimes, they're downright scary. You know who they are. The "friend that drove us here." The "we have to leave now" or "we have to get up early" girl. The "if you think you're going home with her, you're sadly mistaken" friend. The "HELLO? We're having a girls' night out here" girl. I'm sure you get the idea. Usually, it's some skank who you could care less about, but you have to distract so you can talk to her friend.

This feeds into my long-standing theory that attractive people seek out ugly friends, to make themselves feel even more attractive. This is how the attractive folks then become the leaders of these little groups. But they also use the not-as-attractive friends as human shields, practically screaming: "If you want me, you'll have to find matches for my band of "girl-goyles".

Enter the wingman. Selfless beings, wingmen are generally just happy to be there for you. Some wingmen even find joy in playing decoy. Guys and gals, we've all been there. You spot the one you want across the crowded room. Then, out of fear, shyness, or sheer cowardice, you can't bring yourself to walk up to the object of your affection alone. Walking up to a crowd of guys (or girls) to talk to only one of them is rarely a winning proposition. So, you walk over with your winger. Hell, sometimes I've been known to take a whole squadron. Sometimes, you're the winger. Whatever. You strike up a conversation. You move in. The winger covers your six. It's a beautiful thing. And you can never predict how your mission will turn out. Sometimes, the wingman does better than you. Sometimes the human shields are more appealing than the primary target. Sometimes, you get shot down. Sometimes, your wingers get shot down and you have to abort because you lost your cover. And of course, sometimes the mission is a success.

There are many who sit in the hallowed halls of flight history for acts of sheer bravery-going above and beyond the call of duty-doing the equivalent of a kamikaze. Yes, I mean taking the secondary target home. A moment of silence for those brave, brave wingers. Oh yeah... I almost forgot...sometimes you fly right into a heavy combat zone, where she was good looking from afar, but far from good. Definite mission abort. And it's not easily done with grace. My best maneuver? Pretend she was someone you thought you knew, apologize, and walk away. But, you ask, who makes the best wingman? This is pretty simple.

A. Ugly friends of your own. You know you have 'em. They're nice, fun, and cool, but kinda lost the lottery on looks. You love 'em to death, but you also know that they're perfect for your mission objectives. It's OK to admit you have ugly friends.

B. Hot friends who don't know they're hot. Be careful, these are the wingers who accidentally blow you right out of the sky. I have several of these in my squadron.

C. Married or dating people. Perfect. These people have nothing to lose. To them, flying wing is "just talking." The key here is having them save the "I have a girlfriend/wife/boyfriend/husband/lover" sentence until the very end of the conversation.

D. Friends who just don't care. 'Nuff said.

And who makes a poor wingman?
A. Dorks.
B. Drunk guy. He'll crash and burn and nip your wing on his way down. You'll end the night as a smoldering heap of what used to be dignity.

For all you single guys out there, copy this and send it to your friends. Then when you try to actually use this technique, you will then find out who your true friends are, and if you have any.

Monday, January 03, 2005

It is a new year!!!!

I sure hope this year doesn't go as bad as last year. I am not even sure where to start, so many things have happened since I last updated this that I don't think I will be able to give any details, which is what makes the stories good. Mostly, I have been hanging out, looking for jobs, and getting drunk. There is no new love interests in my life, but I am always looking.

Christmas was ok for me, but my kids had a great time and we brought home a car full of gifts for them, and they got to play with their cousins all day. I'm sure they would love to have Christmas every weekend, but what kid wouldn't.

Well, I guess I will just start with recent happenings, and then fill in the past as they pop into my head later on. Jeff finally found a girl to bring home last week, which makes my life easier since I don't have to hear him complain about not getting any for such a long time. I guess I would be bummed also if I had to wait 13 months before I get any again. The girl he brought home was someone that we knew from the bar and we do see her often. She has always seemed friendly, but none of us have ever made a move. I don't exactly know why we didn't, but it just never happened. Well anyway, Jeff was getting pretty drunk, and was talking to her for a long time. The next thing you know, they were sitting at the table making out like their plane was going down. Jeff looked at me and said they were going home, and could I find a ride. I said no problem, and off they went. The next day, Jeff called me to give me all the details. He said that last night, he just looked at her and asked if she wanted to go home with him. Apparently she said yes, and drove she both of them to Jeffs house. They went in, opened a beer, turned on some music, and sat down on the couch. Jeff said that he only got about 1 drink of his beer and they were all over each other. I'm not sure how graphic I want to get here, but they both got naked, and ended up heading to the bedroom. Jeff said that he had two rubbers sitting by the bed, but she just jumped on before he knew what was happening. He did ask about birth control, but she just said she was taking the shots. He did say the next day that he should have worn a rubber, but at the time he did care in his drunken state. He did say that he finished once, and then later started again, but he was not sure if he finished the last time. He said he might have passed out. I just laughed at him for a few minutes over that one. She ended up leaving that night, but he did call her the next day or the day after, I can't remember which. Well, she was going to meet us out at the bar on Wed. night, but she never showed up. We thought it was odd, but didn't think much of it. Jeff did call her on Thurs. to see if she was still meeting us on New Years Eve. She said yes, and everything was fine again. Well, Friday night, she didn't show up. Jeff tried to call her, but no answer. My guess would have been that she was trying to blow him off, but I don't know. Sat. night, Jeff went out, but I had my boys again, so I didn't go with. He told me the rest of this story on Sun. morning. Sat. night, she was at the bar, sitting with one of the guys we know from the bar. This guy went over to Jeff and said that she "dug" Jeff. Jeff just said she didn't show it very well. A little later she went over and sat with Jeff and the talked and drank. Then he said that they started making out at the table again, he asked if she wanted to go home with him again and she said yes. Jeff said that he paid his tab, and was going to the bathroom before they left. When he came back from the bathroom, she was gone. I again had to take a couple of minutes to laugh. He was pretty pissed off about it, I am not sure why since I don't think he has any thoughts of dating this girl, but I guess just wanted to get laid again. So now I am sure that the next time we are out at the bar and she shows up, there will be a few tense moments until everything is straightened out. I just hope I can stay out of the middle of this so I can just laugh at them....

Like I mentioned in the story, I did go to our normal bar on New Years Eve. I knew from the start that it was going to be a shitty night. The owners of the bar invited us and some of our friends to stay that night. The bar was closing to the public at 8:00pm. We ended up drinking for free until about 1:00am. Drinking for free is always a good thing, but I knew everyone that was going to be there. The only women that were going to be there were wifes and girlfriends. Which meant I was going home by my self with nobody to kiss at midnight. So my plan for the whole night was to see how much free booze I could drink from 8-close. I guess I did a very good job, because I don't remember leaving the bar, going home, or even how I got into my apartment. I just hope I didn't make too much of an ass of myself since my ex-sister-in-law is married to one of our friends, and she was there. If I did anything dumb, I sure it will get back to my ex-wife. Surprisingly enough, I had to get my boys the next morning, but I really didn't feel that bad. I know that I had a few beers, then a few rum&7's, before I switched to straight Southern Comfort. I had a pile of them, and they must have hit me all at once. Jeff said that I was fine one minute, then the next minute I was a pile of shit. I do know that I made it past midnight though, because I remember opening and drinking some champaign.

Well, that is about enough for today, my fingers are getting tired from typing, and I think I might just go down to the bar tonight, so I have to go get ready. Later all....

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

I'm still alive....

Well, I havn't posted in like 5 months, but I am still alive. I don't know if anyone will see this or even cares. Most people have probably given up on me, but thats ok. I am going to make a new years resolution right now, and it will be to update this page regularely. Mostly just so I can go back someday and look at what I did, how I felt, and who was and still is important to me. I'm not going to get into everything that has happened in the past few months, but I will do that after the 1st of the year...

Just a note to myself... I am just marking the number of hits on this page so I can see if anyone is even reading this. I can't beleive I had that many hits anyway... Must have been some kind of error.

Current count - 6287

Thursday, July 29, 2004

Dinner out

Well, I am just passing the time this week, waiting for my layoff on Friday.  Not much to do at work, since everything has now been transitioned over to other people.  It is amazing how slow a day goes when you don't have anything to do all day.  So far today, I have browsed the internet, and spoke on the phone to one person who I called to let him know that I was being laid off this week.  This afternoon will be more of the same unfortunately, but tomorrow, I should be out of here by noon.

Last night, CC called and said she wanted to go out to eat, her treat.  She wanted to go to this new Italian place in town called "Johnny Carino's."  We ended up getting there around 7:00, and there was a 25 minute wait.  Once inside, it seemed very nice.  Good atmosphere, and attentive staff.  We ordered a bottle of wine, and then our meals.  She had the salmon, and I ordered an Italian sirloin.  It was one of the best meals I have ever had.  (Of course I didn't let her pay for the meal, I'm just a sexist pig I guess.)  I would definitely recommend this restaurant to anyone who has one in there area.  After we got home, I opened another bottle of wine, and we sat on the couch to watch a new show we saw last week, "Rescue Me."  The show seems a little weird, but I like it.  If you didn't seen the premier, when he starts talking to dead people it may seem like a stupid show, but I will continue to watch it for now.  CC ended up staying over so we could get some needed sexual relief in.  For some reason, she must have been very horny last night.  After the 3rd time, I had to say no so I could get some sleep.

Today at work, my co-workers are taking me out for lunch on my 2nd to last day.  They said they wanted to take me out tomorrow, but I told them that I would probably be gone by noon.  I am not sure where we are going, but hopefully somewhere nice.

Softball tonight, two big games that we need to win to make the playoffs.  The teams we play tonight are both tied with us in the standings.  Our friend from Chicago in getting into town tonight also, so that means we will be doing some drinking tonight.  I already feel like I am going to be hung over.  He is in town for out golf tournament on Saturday which should be a very good time.  We have 26 people in it this year, and we are staying in a hotel 4 blocks from all the downtown bars on Saturday night.  I will let you know how everything goes next time I post.