Saturday, June 25, 2011

Dear Charlie:

Ya know, I don't usually get on here just to blah-blah about my day, but this has been a pretty good day. We got to tour our new office building today, and it's pretty sweet. It's not finished yet and has no furniture yet, so we're still looking at about two weeks before we can move in and get all settled, but hey. It was nice to see the tangible reality.

Then, I drove down to the hometown for the annual fireworks display. I didn't get to go last year and haven't been down nearly often enough lately, so I was determined to make it this year. They had it earlier than usual, but hey. I'm in.

So I made the drive, spent the evening with young'uns and my best friend from way back in kindergarten and her awesome husband, then drove on home with some rockin tunage to sing along with. That's always a good time.

And then, when I got home, I bumped into my downstairs neighbor again. Neither of us is usually out so late, so we kinda laughed about the coincidence and got to chatting. We're both kinda affiliated with both the hospitals in the area, so we got to talking about that and, if you know me at all, you know it went all over the place after that. My mom calls it "chasing rabbits", and that's as apt a description as any for how a conversation with me goes. Heh.

Anyway, all was good and well until he suddenly told me I was beautiful and asked when we were going out to dinner. Bless his heart. He had no idea, did he?

But I very politely declined and said I don't date. Then, of course, I had to explain why. Thankfully, this is one guy who actually listened to and respected that decision instead of trying to talk me out of it.

I did, of course, have to point out that, while his estimation of my looks was very flattering, I was in actuality all sweaty and gross from being out in the heat for hours before the fireworks, my hair was a blown-all-over-mess, and my t-shirt-and-jeans combo hardly counted as high fashion. Because I'm brutally honest like that.

He's a good sport and said I was beautiful anyway, to which I got all embarrassed and pled the late hour and that I needed to conk out. I hope it doesn't become a thing, because he's actually really nice to talk to. Most of my friends are guy friends, ya know, and I'm always open to a new one.

But not when there's flirting involved. I'm terrible with flirting. In fact, I'm emotionally retarded when it comes to flirting. No idea how to deal with it other than just cutting it off as efficiently (and hopefully as nicely) as possible. Yikes!

But still, a good day filled with explosive things, a surprisingly good buffalo burger (oddly enough, the quarter I got back in change was North Dakota, which has... ahem... buffalo grazing on the back), and kiddoes that think I'm rockin awesome sauce at some old-school Nintendo Super Mario Bros 3, man. I'm seriously.

Good times.

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