moonrabbit

For those of you who haven't already figured it out... I am a god. I turn water(and honey) In to wine, I shape metal with my hands, I communicate with the animals, and girls just plain dig me.

What has inspired this latest ego trip you ask? Well just the fact that random girls throw their email addresses at my feet on the daily commute to work. That's right. Davey made a bus-pickup.
It was all mysterious at first. She's all incognito with her plaid fatigue cap and sunglasses, glancing to the back of the bus with a smile. I can't tell if she's looking at me or what, but it's before noon, I'm too out of it to really put two and two together.
She stands up and steps towards the door of the bus to get off. Then spins around with a smile. I tilt my head curiously as she walks up and hands me a small piece of paper torn from an organizer.
She dashes through the doors, leaving me a little befuddled.
The note states her name, email address and the words " I'll Explain"
So here I am thinking this is shaping up to be an awesome day and the 'I'll explain' bit sure has sparked my imagination.
What could their possibly be to explain? You mean there's more to it than just wanting to hook up?
Knowing this town she probably wants me for some university research group or survey. Something horribly anti-climactic.
Maybe she wants to invite me to some sort of club, or militia or spy agency!
Maybe she knows that really really cute girl with the short hair and leather vest who gets off the bus around the same place, maybe she's the one with the crush on me and this is her friend who is now trying to set us up!!
What could possibly need explaining!?

Before I get two far, I should probably note that my girlfriend and I have officially broken it off.
She left to go back home last weekend. It was a civil breakup, she's going to come back for a visit in a couple weeks.

Ok so now that that's out of the way, back to the story,
So I'm at work. I tell the guys about this. They seem intrigued and we discuss weather or not someone who just wanted to hook up would note that an explanation was needed.

I get on a five hour call with a complete moron, trying to use a piece of equipment that only someone who knows what they're doing should use. That sucks the life out of my day.
It's way past my first break and even my lunch by the time I get off the call. As soon as it's done I take my break and walk over to the new Tim Horton's that opened across the street thank god.

I'm all grumbly, trying to cool down, when what do I see in the parking lot before me? A little garter snake with his guts hanging out. Poor thing. What's worse, as I go to walk past, he starts moving. Poor little guy's still alive! I think it's his heart hanging out of his body. I sit there trying to figure out if I could put it back in and patch him up, he's writhing in pain, mouth open in what I'm sure would have been a scream if he was capable of doing so.
I decide all I can do is put him out of his misery. I Tried to cover my eyes and stomp on his head. I fumbled. I don't think he's dead yet. I pull out my leatheman, position it over his brain and slice.
I'm shaking and quivering as I go in to get my coffee.
I get back to work and start eating my lunch but I feel like I'm going to throw it right back up. I can still feel the knife going through bone... As I type i can still feel that knife going through bone.
How many fish have I gutted? How many frogs have I killed, hooked and ripped apart to catch those fish? I want to go hunting. The thought of being covered in deer blood doesn't bother me. But this bothers me so much.
I'm starving by the time I get back home but I still don't feel I can eat much.

Grasping to hold on to that one happy thought of the day, I email this girl. I inform her that as a result of giving me such a cryptic note so early in the morning and leaving me to stew for eight hours, that she has built up a lot of hype that she must now live up to... No reply that night.

The next morning I check my mail... Nothing.
I take my shower, I eat my breakfast. I come back down to get a hair elastic and my wallet... Yes, there's an email.
Turns out it was just a bus ride crush. But she's really smart. She figured that if she didn't add the 'I'll Explain' bit, that I'd have tossed the note aside as some random email address... Yeah I don't understand what made her think that either.
Some random girl/guy hands you their email address on the bus, out of the blue. Would you throw it out without at least a little exploration? Yeah, if you're a girl, probably. But I'm a guy.

Apparently she saw me a long time ago on a dating site. She saw me on the bus last spring but was too shy to say anything, went back to look for my profile and I was gone.
I'd have been dating my most recent girlfriend by then.
She saw me on the bus this time and decided not to let this second chance pass her by.
So we've been chatting. Apparently I'm a poster-child for punky, all around nice guys and that's what attracted her to me.
She's looking to move out to BC as well, but I still don't rightly know what she looks like. I hope to meet up with her tomorrow. Or at least run in to her on the bus again on tuesday.

Lately I've had ambition enough to work on jewelery again. The other day I soldered a bunch of jump rings for a wheat chain, and today I'm working on my copper rose which I've been aching to do for ever.

I'm going to watch another episode of Dr. Who with my kitty.

Night all.