I Never Heard That One Before

I've been trying to find a cute humorous way of posting a couple of comments I got this weekend. I give up. I will just lay out the situations and let the words fly where they will...

So, Friday night after going to a haunted house with some friends, I decided to head out to a local dance club. After walking around for a bit I noticed this woman kept looking at me. Now there isn't anything wrong with that - kinda flattering to tell you the truth. But, when I walked up to talk to her, she actually asked me "What's a guy like you doing here?" WHAT? It's a bar on Friday night that plays decent music. Well, after I tried to explain why she wasn't convinced. She really didn't get the music part. She, apparently, is a die hard country music fan and was in a dance club - I should have asked what she was doing there. Anyway, I tried to convince her they would play about anything and to prove it I requested the DJ play a country song (I asked for George Jones, but he didn't have any). As requested, a slow country song played and this girl brightened up. Her friends went to dance. And I approached and asked if she wanted to dance... now, I have rambled on to get to what she said here. She said, "No thank you, you're too nice a guy for me." OK?!?

Now we move on to Saturday night. As I was putting on my shoes to head out to a local Martini bar, one of my ex-girlfriends called to see what I was up to. I told her where I was heading and apparently she and some friends where heading that way to. I met up with them at O'Charley's while they finished dinner and we went to the bar as a group. Now I may do a post later on the weirdness of Saturday night itself but for now I will flash forward to a conversation some hours later between me and the ex. Let me say first that I know things would never have worked out between us. The more I have dealt with her over the past couple of years since the break up the more I have realized I must have been suffering from temporary insanity when I started dating her. Good friend but not compatible in the least. Her take on it was a bit more interesting given the previous nights events though. She told me it never would have worked out because "You are too nice a guy." No kidding - her exact words.

There are so many snippets of things I could say but they just won't form into complete thoughts. Those words keep repeating in my head "You are too nice a guy" and all I can do is smirk and chuckle and wonder...

A look back to the beginning...

I have been re-reading comments and posts recently had have been appalled at some of my screw ups. So I ask that anyone who is new to my blog please read my first post and note that I am not editing myself, unless, I catch it while I am typing. I am writing and moving on to the next hatchet job.

Thank you for your patience and support.

Ya'll come now, ya'hear!

This is Inga from Sweeden

It is funny that I found myself checking my Facebook on my phone while out at a club on Friday night. Kinda sad actually, when you think about it. But checking my Facebook led to an interesting night.

An old friend from college had posted a status update bemoaning her male friends who couldn't be satisfied with just being friends and wanting to know why. My reply was for her to call me. I posted my reply and sat back with my drink, watched the "dancers" and listened to the music just like any other Friday night.

About 1:30am my phone rang from a long distance number. I didn't really look at the number before I answered and headed out the door to be able to hear... "This is Inga, from Sweden." That began an odd exchange about guys and friends and how do I know you and... well a bunch of "ands."

Then it hit me - well then it sunk into my slightly buzzed head. "Bean, is that you?" My friend, who lives in San Fransisco now, had taken me up on my post and called. I haven't heard from Bean in 16 or 17 years and so began the catching up. We talked about everything from her ex-husband to old rommies. When I noticed everyone leaving the bar I asked to call her back, so I could go close my tab.

We talked till I went to bed about 5am. She told me I need to move to San Fran or at least visit. I will visit as soon as I can. But it was good to hear her voice again after all these years... I think though I will have to start calling her Inga though - I think it would be funny calling a girl from India, living in San Fransisco, a name from Sweden.

It was bound to happen...

I had a good track record until last night/this morning...

Last year for my 39th birthday, my girlfriend - now Ex :( - gave me the best present. I'm not referring to the birthday itself or any activities but the present she gave me almost a month late. She gave me a Mr Coffee with delayed brewing. I know that doesn't sound too exciting but I consider it one of the best presents I have ever gotten for my birthday. Till then I was brewing coffee using an old tin camp coffee pot that required me to heat the water separately then pour in to brew.

The delay brew has been a life/time savor for me. I set it before I go to bed and have fresh hot coffee when I get up. In my recent bouts with insomnia this has been very handy as I haven't been getting up in time to stop and brew coffee when I finally get out of bed... now it is just there for me waiting.

Last night I set the delay and went to bed as usual (earlier than normally actually). I slept well, YEAH!!!! I got up, went to the kitchen and there on the floor was a pool of coffee. Actually it took me a minute to realize it was coffee. After looking at it, the dishwasher, the sink and then the coffee maker itself I realized what happened. I had forgotten to empty and wash out the coffee decanter last night when I set the coffee maker up. Apparently the system doesn't recognize when the decanter is full and the fresh brewed coffee escaped to the counter and then the floor since it had no where else to go. So, this morning was spent cleaning the kitchen counter and floor before breakfast. It could have been worse - the coffee could have run off the other side of the counter onto the carpet!

I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Blog Hopping

I think I am endanger of trying to follow too many blogs at once, if that is possible. Every blog I go to seems to lead me to another and then another... while I don't click to follow everyone I seem to add one or two new blogs to follow each day.

I hope I don't get to the point that I have more to read than time to write...

A Public Service Announcement

Imagine you are standing side by side with your brothers, sisters, cousins and friends watching as a large machine rolls over your family chewing them up and spitting them out the back as you scream for mercy... only to realize no one can hear you, no one understands.

Sounds horrible but it happens every day as farmers across the country harvest fields of grain, corn and other defenseless edible plants. These plants have done nothing to us and yet we thoughtlessly slaughter them.

Who will speak for these living plants... P.E.T.E.P. People for the Ethical Treatment of Edible Plants.

***Note: I wish I could take credit for this "Group" but it is the brainchild of a wonderful blogger, Hillbilly Duhn. Here is the story: P.E.T.E.P. (on a more serious note)

Focus

I have been reading the blogs I follow and some new ones over the past few days, but not posting anything myself. The reason is focus. I have been suffering from insomnia for a little over a month now and have had difficulty focusing my thoughts. When I find a topic I want to share, and try a to develop it in my head, I find it going off in unusual and undesired directions. In the end I scrap the idea or file it away in that part of my mind that will forget it is there till some external sight, sound, smell or experience pulls it back front and center.

One thing I am trying to avoid is brooding over my social life. But my mind almost always wanders back to it no matter what subject I want to start. I will get around this either with some sleep, which I know will come eventually, or with a topic that overpowers my self-absorbed need to gripe and moan about my single man's mid-life crises (actually, I am trying to come up with a thought provoking and hopefully humorous blog about that...)

So, for now, I must leave you with this - Thank you for reading my posts and for your comments. I hope to have better material for you soon!