Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Is it just great that two plus weeks ago, I was writing about my difficulties with the flu? Isn't it just great that now I'm dealing with an infection of some sort? Isn't it great that I can't stop coughing, can barely swallow food, and keep losing my voice?

Despite that misery, I feel good.

Without going into too much detail, I started talking to a girl last night that seems to have all the things I'm looking for in a girl, and seems to like everything about me right back. This might be interesting to those who've talked to me in the last week.

Why?

Last Thursday night I was out with friends. One of the friends was a girl by the name of Jennie. Very pretty, very nice. We started talking, we clicked, and things kind of took off from there. She told me repeatedly she wants to talk to me more, wants to get to know me better, and wants to hang out with me.

I feel the same, so the next day I call her and we talk. No problems, right?

That was the last time I talked to her on the phone.

Since then she has not answered or returned any of my calls. Why is this? I have no idea. The only thing I can think of is she had second-thoughts or she met someone else when she was out over the weekend and I became a very distant afterthought.

It kind of makes me mad, but it's a lesson that needs to be learned. One, don't trust any of Sarah's friends. Two, keep Sarah on a god-damn leash when we're out because the girl does not know what the hell she's doing when she drinks too much.

For anyone who wonders why I don't like to drink a lot when I do drink, I present exhibits A-C, Sarah, Kelly, and Nichole.

In exhibit A, we see Sarah drinking way too much as usual. She dances with random guys all over the places, kisses random guys, and eventually goes off in a car with three unknown guys without me knowing it. This of course pisses me off beyond possible belief, causing me to want to strangle her if she makes it home safely.

In exhibit B, we have Kelly. Another pretty, nice girl that becomes just a tad bit promiscuous when she's had a few drinks. And boy, did she have a few drinks. Keep in mind that this is a girl that a month or so ago, had been all over me. This night? Another guy is met and she too goes disappearing off into the night. So far, 0-2 on the girls that I was supposed to drive home.

In exhibit C, we have Nichole. A girl who's had a crush on me in some form for the last two years. A girl who used to drive me crazy. A girl I will never date. But a fun girl nevertheless. She too gets smashed, meets a random guy, and is prepared to go home with him. Nichole, strange as it may seem, showed sense. She didn't. She got into the car. She got home safe. How do I know? Because I took her home. I watched her walk in her house.

Do I have to explain how disappointed I was in the other two? Sarah knows. I told her Monday. She knew it just by how I wasn't talking to her the first hour of the day.

In the meantime, I'm moving on with things. I'll still go out with Sarah and them, but I'm not interested in hooking up with anyone. If anything, I want to focus on the girl I just started talking to last night. I won't get into it though. I've learned too often that everytime I get ahead of myself, something happens to show me that I was being naive.

This girl is very sweet, very pretty, and lives relatively close. We're set to meet over the weekend. She seems to like me a lot and I like her too. We'll see how things go.

Anyone else who was interested had their chance. If this girl works out, and I think she will, then being patient will have paid off for me. I have been patient. I've talked to a number of girls. I've given a number of them a chance to get know me. Very few have really jumped at that chance. This girl has.

One of the most telling signs? I told her about how I keep journals. She said she would want to read them, see what I wrote. And I'll let her read them. I will. The thing is, the last time any girl was that interested in me to where she wanted to read my personal writing, it was last year and it was Megan. She used to read my stuff all the time.

There is hope. I just don't want to get too high yet. What will happen between us will be determined by how well things go when we meet. If we have a good time and she seems to really be into me still, we'll go to the next step. If not, then I have to figure out what's wrong with me.

This has the potential to be very good.

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Megan has been back in town since Monday evening. Good God did I miss that girl.

Of course, the first thing I told her was that weight watchers could work wonders on her. She laughed, then smacked the shit out of me. Gotta love being abused by the pregnant one.

I started calling her prego too. She didn't like that.

It was nice to see her again Monday and last night. I had forgotten how much fun we have together. I had almost forgotten what she looked like for crying out loud.

She's really anxious to have her baby girl though. She's tired of the pregnancy right now. She just wants to get to being a mother, especially after she was over Monday and watched Evin run wild through my sister's room.

Monday was a night for getting accustomed to each other again. We drove to my house eventually where she sat upstairs in my mom's room and talked with my mom for a while, then we went down to Teresa's room and she asked Teresa all kinds of questions. I think my sister really enjoyed talking about her experience though, especially since Megan seemed really interested in what was being said. Meanwhile, Evin was going after everything, even getting his hands on Megan's tea bottle.

Last night, we went to Target so she could find a present for her mom's birthday. Before we got out of there, she of course found her way into the baby section and started looking at the bottles. She finally settled on one and we were able to leave.

Next up was Old Navy so she could find her husband Ben a hoodie that he wanted. She found it and we went to get rung out. The girl at the counter was something else.

Let me tell you, there is such a thing as way too much make-up. She went beyond that. It was absolutely ridiculous. She looked like she was caked in make-up three times over. I thought she was going to start melting underneath the lights in the store, especially right above the checkout counters.

I asked Megan if she had noticed and she just started laughing. She said she had been waiting for me to say something the whole time we were in the store.

It's great to have you back Megan, even if it's just for a week.

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I have a hard time understanding people. I have a hard time understanding a lot of things period. I read in another journal online how this one guy was tired of listening to people yell at him for expressing his opinions. I read this entry and understood exactly what he was saying.

Too often people do not respect the opinion of those who disagree with another point of view. How many times have you gotten into an argument over something stupid? How many times have you refused to listen to what someone had to say? We've all done it. Some are just worse than others.

What it is is there are a lot of people who have closed minds. They can't see any other point of view but their own. They can't accept that someone would disagree with them. If you do, you're the enemy and you are to be shunned. It's my way or the highway with these kind of people and it's very hard to deal with.

There are plenty of people who have open minds, who can look at things from a different point of view. Keep in mind that not once I have said "agree" with the different points of view. You can disagree with someone and still respect what they say.

An opinion is just what it is. It's not necessarily fact, nor is it necessarily wrong. It's what you think. No one is ever going to always think alike. But to able to respect another's opinion, that's important.

Which is why I give my pharmacist-in-charge, Keith, credit. We haven't always seen eye to eye. We haven't always gotten along. Hell, we've had days where we didn't say a thing to each other. But we respect the other's opinion whether we agree with each other or not.

This was made clear while the election was still coming up. He's dead behind Bush. I was behind Kerry (but mostly because I was scared to death of four more years of Bush). We argued about things. We stated our cases, but at the end of the day, he came up to me and said he respected my opinion, not just because he respects me, but because I had formed an opinion and was sticking with it.

I think it also helped that I didn't make fun of him for his opinion, that I told him I respected his opinion as well.

That's just how it should be. People are different. We're going to think differently. There's no reason to go into someone's journal and call them an idiot because they believe something you don't. That's not being opinionated, that's being a fucknut.

There's a world of difference between the two.

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I think Butch Davis is done as soon as the season is over. The team is doing poorly and I think it's not necessarily fair given the injuries he's dealt with, it's how it goes. Bottom line is the team has stunk for two years in a row now and the biggest need on the team, the offensive line, has not been addressed.

The team is in disarray and I wouldn't be surprised if there's a lot of changes in the offseason.

Meanwhile, I'm loving what's going on with the Cavaliers. They lost their last game, but they won six in a row before that and it seems like they finally found some flow to their game. Watching LeBron James has been great. He's not only improved, but he's dramatically improved. A real joy to watch.

And think, it's not too long before baseball gets going again.

Ah, the life of a sports nut. Gotta love it.