EveryDayAmnesiac
I guess I just wasn't made for these times.
Well ol' EDA was an awesome boyfriend today. And made a friend in the process.
So lady friend wants ice cream AGAIN. And yeah, it's great ice cream made fresh regularly and if you have half a brain cell still firing you can taste the difference. But she wants it every damn day. Always gets the strawberry.
"Why don't you try a different flavor today?"
"I don't want a different flavor. I want strawberry."
Sigh. Whatever.
So we're sitting next to this group of nerds - 4 girls and one guy. And I don't care that they were nerds as I'm a nerd myself but I don't look like one. I look like a dude who's been living out in the woods foraging for magic mushrooms for the past 5 years. The sunglasses help too.
This ... was a group of nerds. And they were clearly comfortable with that. So lady friend goes over to the table and she has this ability to make nearly everyone want to be friends with her. After maybe a minute they're all giggling together and exchanging numbers and taking pictures and ... fucking hell.
So the dude of the group decides he's had enough of that and comes over and sits next to me. He notices my Watchmen pin, which I almost always wear. And then it was Watchmen talk - the comics, the movie, the TV show, all of it.
So we have to leave before the Post Office closes. And I had ordered something for lady friend - the first 3 volumes of the original run of comics of Suicide Squad.
I read them back in the day because my former brother in law had an incredible comic collection. It was like walking into the collection of records that DJ Shadow owns.
I hand her the box in the car and ask her to open it because there might be something for her in it.
Her face lights up and she tears into it like a little girl at Christmas. She loves presents.
After she was done crying, she made it perfectly clear how pleased she was with me.
So lady friend wants ice cream AGAIN. And yeah, it's great ice cream made fresh regularly and if you have half a brain cell still firing you can taste the difference. But she wants it every damn day. Always gets the strawberry.
"Why don't you try a different flavor today?"
"I don't want a different flavor. I want strawberry."
Sigh. Whatever.
So we're sitting next to this group of nerds - 4 girls and one guy. And I don't care that they were nerds as I'm a nerd myself but I don't look like one. I look like a dude who's been living out in the woods foraging for magic mushrooms for the past 5 years. The sunglasses help too.
This ... was a group of nerds. And they were clearly comfortable with that. So lady friend goes over to the table and she has this ability to make nearly everyone want to be friends with her. After maybe a minute they're all giggling together and exchanging numbers and taking pictures and ... fucking hell.
So the dude of the group decides he's had enough of that and comes over and sits next to me. He notices my Watchmen pin, which I almost always wear. And then it was Watchmen talk - the comics, the movie, the TV show, all of it.
So we have to leave before the Post Office closes. And I had ordered something for lady friend - the first 3 volumes of the original run of comics of Suicide Squad.
I read them back in the day because my former brother in law had an incredible comic collection. It was like walking into the collection of records that DJ Shadow owns.
I hand her the box in the car and ask her to open it because there might be something for her in it.
Her face lights up and she tears into it like a little girl at Christmas. She loves presents.
After she was done crying, she made it perfectly clear how pleased she was with me.