Women's Intuition

I was walking downtown today, minding my own business. It was very cold. Blustery, even. I had a hood on my head, and whenever I have it on, I feel as if I have tunnel vision. I looked up, straight ahead, just in time to see what looked like a fairly handsome man walking in front of me. He had on jeans that fit *ahem* very nicely. He had a nice derriere and great thick legs...well, what I could see through the jeans, anyway. He had on a nice t-shirt (is that possible) and trendy shoes.

As I'm writing this, I'm just realizing that he had no coat on. It was freezing outside!

Anyway, continuing to check him out, I noticed a ring on his right ring finger, and wondered if he was married. I made a mental note to check the other hand when I got close enough. I kept a fairly good distance behind him, as to enjoy the view a little longer. Looking at him from top to bottom, I noticed he had a banana hanging out of his left pocket.

Oh, man...imagine the set-up! I want to say something to him so bad! My first thought was, "You're wearin' them jeans!" I love to flirt with strangers. I mean, why not? My next thought, "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to meet me?" Would that not be the perfect pick-up line?? I mean, c'mon! He had a BANANA hanging out of his pocket!

Next thing I know, we're standing next to each other waiting for a cross walk. As I approached, he took a sip of his coffee in his left hand. BINGO! Left ring finger was naked! He was CUTE, too! Buzzed hair...blonde...if you know me...well, you just know me. I really, really wanted to speak to this man. But, something in my gut told me not to. I mean, I talk to strangers all the time. I flirt with strangers all the time. There was no good reason for me not to say any of these great things I wanted to say. But, yet, as I stood next to him, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I couldn't figure it out...it was so....unlike me.

As I walked toward the side entrance of the parole office that I support on an at least monthly basis, I noticed that he had turned the corner, and might be entering the front door of that same building...as a client. I walked into the lobby from the side door and, low and behold, guess who was going through the metal detector! You guessed it....banana boy. He had no badge on of any sort, so I knew he was, indeed, a client. A parolee, if you will.

I couldn't wait to get upstairs and tell Brian my story. I knew I shouldn't have flirted with him! Something in my gut had told me not to say a word.

Later I was helping someone on the 2nd floor, and as I turned the corner of the cube farm wall, I saw banana boy...IN HANDCUFFS, being arrested.

I'll never doubt my gut again!

Something Missing

I failed to mention some HUGE news in my last post. There could be multiple reasons for this, and you'll know all of them as soon as I finally spit it out.

I bought a brand new car on January 4, 2008. A 2008 Nissan Sentra, dark gray in color. It had FOUR (did you just see that?? FOUR!) miles on it when I bought it.

One of the main reasons I needed to get a new car, although, honestly not the only reason, was because I put close to, if not more than, 100 hundred miles per day on my car.

This past Saturday, while hanging out with Brian, my car hit the 1,000 mile mark. He told me that I HAD to blog it. So, check it out!

This WILL be my year, dammit!

I'm just noticing that I haven't blogged at all this year. Kinda feel like I have nothing to talk about. Or, maybe it's just that I'm avoiding talking about things. I dunno.

I could talk about in the past few months, I have been busy "falling in love" with a man from freakin' Minnesota. A friend once told me this about long-distance relationships, "You pine for them, which makes you feel all great and stuff, and then it just ends." Yep...that pretty much sums it up.

I could talk about my washer finally going tits-up in the middle of a load full of, ya' know, clothes and WATER. About how I had to load all my soggy clothes into a green garbage bag and spend most of one evening at a laundry facility this week.

Or, I could describe the array of colors on clothes from an additional load of clothes washed on said evening...from color crayons left in the pocket of my daughter's sweat jacket. And, mind you, I didn't noticed until AFTER the clothes were fully dried.

What else...what else...hmm....

I guess I could talk about how much fun I had on New Year's Eve. Man...that was fun. I'd better not talk about it in this forum. Hehehe.

I could talk about how much fun I had last weekend while attending a sing-along version of Grease. So fun! And, accompanying me were two of my besties....which only made it better. After that we went to a bar where we saw two live bands....Drunk on Power and Tragedy Andy. Both bands put on a great show!

So...apparently, I've been avoiding blogging. My sincere apologies.

More fun to come in 2008, kids...hold onto your hats!!