Strangeness in Florida
Friday night was wierd. Went out with a girl that is a friend of mine. We were supposed to meat up with Coke Dealer Eddie but he got tired and went to bed early. When we found this out we were up at the Quarterdeck, where I would suspect that we would all meet up before heading up to Cheetah's.
Jen and I got to talking, and she told me about another place down here I'd never been to, The Poor House. Went there and it was tight; man, I haven't heard anybody playing blues since I lived in Chicago. The place is a dive and it smells like a urinal, so I love it. Plus, there were about 5 greasers standing outside, letting me know that this would be the place for me. Inside, all kinds of dudes who have NEVER cut their hair, all kinds of tattoos, and even a few Bettie Page lookalikes. Crazy wild energy, and hot blues, this is a freak scene and I dig it.
So, Jen...this is a girl that I know that works at this place that I go to play pool. She's cool and she's very cute, but she's got all sorts of issues with this dude she's been with for 10 years who was a dick and now he's cool because she started dating someone else and it made him come to his senses so he wants her back blah blah you know the story. I am just a friend, so I know the whole story, although I really don't know the dude. I talk to her all the time, but we never really hang out because she's got this dude and she has no car and she works until 4 AM, but we are good like that; she helped me out and was my friend when I was down a few months ago, and I was able to do the same for her. It just so happened that Friday was a good night to go out, neither one of us really wanted to be around our other friends that evening.
Something happened, though, that was unexpected. She came out of the restroom and like put her arm around me and put her little head on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. I nearly fell over. Don't get me wrong, I know that it was just affection, but I have been STARVED for it for a long time, and I really miss simple stuff like that. It felt nice.
The rest of the night was holding hands, window shopping at 4 AM, peeing behind bushes at the art center...something as simple as holding hands just made me so damn happy I could burst; it felt so good and just nice...
See, the last one (Jenny...don't get them confused, I have dated like 9 girls named Jennifer in my life, haha) was cold, unless she wanted sex...never what I wanted, but what she wanted...no hugging, no kissing, always had to be a secret from everybody, real fucked up.
So, this was surreal. Something that simple. It was nothing more than what it was, and I am sure I could have pressed the issue, but I am not that way. I didn't want anything more anyway.
Then Denny's of course before I took her home. a nice little hug in my car. Seeing them playing blues made me want to go out and get a new guitar, though. Haven't played in years.
Saturday I spent doing crap around here and just thinking, which is dangerous. It was the day of the company picnic, but there is no way I would go knowing that my shitbag of a boss would be there, and of course Jenny the psycho.
See, I don't call her, I don't talk to her, I really don't go out of my way to avoid her; I kust don't want her in my life. However, people INSIST on telling me everything whenever they see her.
So, I got to hear about her at the picnic...she has changed. Turned into someone that I wouldn't like anyway. Cold, haughty, elitist, vain, self-absorbed...Jenny is dead; I don't know who this person is, but I don't like her anymore.
Didn't go out on Saturday, though. The little Peruvian girls didn't call and I was pretty tired anyway.
Good morning Florida. My pasty ass needs to go to the beach...oh hell it's Spring Break and I live in Fort Lauderdale.
haha life is good.
Friday night was wierd. Went out with a girl that is a friend of mine. We were supposed to meat up with Coke Dealer Eddie but he got tired and went to bed early. When we found this out we were up at the Quarterdeck, where I would suspect that we would all meet up before heading up to Cheetah's.
Jen and I got to talking, and she told me about another place down here I'd never been to, The Poor House. Went there and it was tight; man, I haven't heard anybody playing blues since I lived in Chicago. The place is a dive and it smells like a urinal, so I love it. Plus, there were about 5 greasers standing outside, letting me know that this would be the place for me. Inside, all kinds of dudes who have NEVER cut their hair, all kinds of tattoos, and even a few Bettie Page lookalikes. Crazy wild energy, and hot blues, this is a freak scene and I dig it.
So, Jen...this is a girl that I know that works at this place that I go to play pool. She's cool and she's very cute, but she's got all sorts of issues with this dude she's been with for 10 years who was a dick and now he's cool because she started dating someone else and it made him come to his senses so he wants her back blah blah you know the story. I am just a friend, so I know the whole story, although I really don't know the dude. I talk to her all the time, but we never really hang out because she's got this dude and she has no car and she works until 4 AM, but we are good like that; she helped me out and was my friend when I was down a few months ago, and I was able to do the same for her. It just so happened that Friday was a good night to go out, neither one of us really wanted to be around our other friends that evening.
Something happened, though, that was unexpected. She came out of the restroom and like put her arm around me and put her little head on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. I nearly fell over. Don't get me wrong, I know that it was just affection, but I have been STARVED for it for a long time, and I really miss simple stuff like that. It felt nice.
The rest of the night was holding hands, window shopping at 4 AM, peeing behind bushes at the art center...something as simple as holding hands just made me so damn happy I could burst; it felt so good and just nice...
See, the last one (Jenny...don't get them confused, I have dated like 9 girls named Jennifer in my life, haha) was cold, unless she wanted sex...never what I wanted, but what she wanted...no hugging, no kissing, always had to be a secret from everybody, real fucked up.
So, this was surreal. Something that simple. It was nothing more than what it was, and I am sure I could have pressed the issue, but I am not that way. I didn't want anything more anyway.
Then Denny's of course before I took her home. a nice little hug in my car. Seeing them playing blues made me want to go out and get a new guitar, though. Haven't played in years.
Saturday I spent doing crap around here and just thinking, which is dangerous. It was the day of the company picnic, but there is no way I would go knowing that my shitbag of a boss would be there, and of course Jenny the psycho.
See, I don't call her, I don't talk to her, I really don't go out of my way to avoid her; I kust don't want her in my life. However, people INSIST on telling me everything whenever they see her.
So, I got to hear about her at the picnic...she has changed. Turned into someone that I wouldn't like anyway. Cold, haughty, elitist, vain, self-absorbed...Jenny is dead; I don't know who this person is, but I don't like her anymore.
Didn't go out on Saturday, though. The little Peruvian girls didn't call and I was pretty tired anyway.
Good morning Florida. My pasty ass needs to go to the beach...oh hell it's Spring Break and I live in Fort Lauderdale.
haha life is good.
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and i know what you mean as far as the affection thing, something so simple. My ex boyfriend/great friend of years back stopped by for 1/2 hour since he was in the neighborhood. We watched the last 20 minutes of dumb and dumber and just sat on the couch me laying my head on his shoulder. There was no sexualness to it, no kissing, no touching, no nothing and it was soo simple- but really nice.
[Edited on Mar 13, 2005 8:13PM]
I'm glad you dig the bands that I have on my list.