Right, so I'm "single" again. I swear, I really need to knock it off with these long-distance relationships. How I made this last one go for four years, I have NO idea.
You know how long it takes to drive 800 miles? A long fuckin time. And let's not even start talking about gas prices.
I'd date locally-- ugh, I hate that word, "date"-- but I think there's a memo out about me or something. Actually, the thruth is, I'm 6', 280 lbs, I walk with a lurch (gunshot wound in the right knee, torn meniscus in the left, and neuropathy in one foot from back surgery), and I have this deep voice... most women run screaming when I approach them. If I'm very lucky, they accept a cup of coffee, and we have pleasant small talk enveloped in the musky aroma of their frightened urine. What the hell, it ain't like I asked 'em to get in the van, or anything...
Which brings me back to the long-distance thing. It seems that, for all my efforts to the contrary, I'm somewhat charming and have a pretty decent personality. People just have a problem getting past the perpetual scowl. Add to that, the fact that I'm going to school online and I spend waaaaay too much of my life in internet chat rooms, and I guess it stands to reason that the only women I'm meeting are in other states. Or countries, as the case may be.
At least I'll have an excuse to travel to South Africa. I hear it's beautiful there, so hopefully I'll get a chance to shoot some film, and maybe do some plein air painting-- it's been a while.
Ah, well. In the meantime, I guess I'll head back up to the bookstore. I love it-- the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section is right next to the coffee shop, and I'm almost done reading Marcus Aurelius, anyway...
So, for both of you that read this, have a great night. I'm off to scare people again...
You know how long it takes to drive 800 miles? A long fuckin time. And let's not even start talking about gas prices.
I'd date locally-- ugh, I hate that word, "date"-- but I think there's a memo out about me or something. Actually, the thruth is, I'm 6', 280 lbs, I walk with a lurch (gunshot wound in the right knee, torn meniscus in the left, and neuropathy in one foot from back surgery), and I have this deep voice... most women run screaming when I approach them. If I'm very lucky, they accept a cup of coffee, and we have pleasant small talk enveloped in the musky aroma of their frightened urine. What the hell, it ain't like I asked 'em to get in the van, or anything...
Which brings me back to the long-distance thing. It seems that, for all my efforts to the contrary, I'm somewhat charming and have a pretty decent personality. People just have a problem getting past the perpetual scowl. Add to that, the fact that I'm going to school online and I spend waaaaay too much of my life in internet chat rooms, and I guess it stands to reason that the only women I'm meeting are in other states. Or countries, as the case may be.
At least I'll have an excuse to travel to South Africa. I hear it's beautiful there, so hopefully I'll get a chance to shoot some film, and maybe do some plein air painting-- it's been a while.
Ah, well. In the meantime, I guess I'll head back up to the bookstore. I love it-- the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section is right next to the coffee shop, and I'm almost done reading Marcus Aurelius, anyway...
So, for both of you that read this, have a great night. I'm off to scare people again...