Monday, September 08, 2008

I Want That Trophy, So Dance Good...

When you little scamps get together, you're worse than a sewing circle...

Well. I'm glad to see that I gave you guys something to chew on over the weekend. But you're all just a wee bit off. I spent a lot of time with Beth on Saturday, and we had another lengthy conversation today, and the truth is, there is no problem. I'm not sad, depressed, rejected, or anything like that. And my collection of rum bottles still looks exactly the same way it did in that picture I posted.

For one thing, I'm not all wrapped up in her like I was with Kimmy. True, she is so attractive that it's almost to the point of distraction every time I talk to her, but that's not the issue. I call her my favorite gal, because, truthfully, there's just nobody else I'm interested in. And she makes it very easy to forget about Kimmy, although, the other problem is that they're damn near best friends, and so I took a few uncomfortable questions on Saturday. But that was just a small part of our conversation.

Anyhow, the bottom line, is that while we get along well, are quite compatible, and I make her laugh, I found out that she's kinda on-again off-again with her ex-husband. She admitted as much when pressed, which kinda put me in an awkward position. So I told her I didn't want to get in the way of that, especially since they have a child together (who would obviously be much happier if mommy and daddy got back together). But once that was out in the open, well, it was like a tension-breaker and it was much easier to just sit and talk about everything.

So no, there's no there there. But it feels like we're actually closer now. It doesn't make sense on the surface, but it's true. Unlike Kimmy, she still calls and texts me and still wants to hang out on occasion. Kimmy says she does, but she really doesn't. Hell, Beth called me this morning just to tell me about her day so far. Kimmy hasn't called in over two months.

Anyhow, that's the story as far as the wimmenfolk go. I figured it was too good to be true, but it was nice to live the dream for a couple of weeks. Just this morning I had to correct somebody at the casino who saw us together a couple of times, telling him, unfortunately, that no, she's not my girlfriend. She's just a smokin' hot girl I'm lucky enough to hang out with sometimes.

As far as work goes, it's been dead slow lately. Really slow. I'm scheduled every day, but I spend half my shift doing nothing, the other half dealing the old foga's limpfest game, and then I get sent home early. The money has been horrible this week, so I'm trying to make it up at the poker table.

I won a few bucks online this week, but not quite enough to retire on just yet. But I'm working on it.

Later on this evening I'll post some more nonsense, but I wanted to clear the air... All is well in the life of Mikey. I just wish I were a little busier at work, that's all.

Mikey

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