Sunday, October 04, 2009

Dream on Dreamer

OM freaking G!! Autumn is easily the sexiest season. First ol' girl in Minneapolis, then the wildly sexy brilliant assistant principal at one of the school's I work with. Um me and that chick hooked up last Friday, then proceeded to have a 3 day hang out that by turns was unnerving, sweet, drunken, shy, but never forced. Too much really. I mean, I had to have the bartender unhinge the god damned bathroom door to get her passed out person out of there. Frankly, it was completely bananas and just the sort of horseshit I find comfort in. I saw her at a really raw moment and took care of her. That's me. That said, she put herself out there saying that she liked me and wanted to hang, got WAY sloshed day 2, and then wakes up day 3 only to reminded by a very annoyed Bff/roommate that some strange trick put her drunk pukey tail in bed and woke her up because you wouldn't get out of those cold wet puked on clothes. For all of the bravado, no one is feeling thrilled with them self after some shit like that. I can completely dig why she may have run for the hills this week. But fuck it, shit like that happens all the time on this planet, and certainly in my world. I like her. She has everything I want in a girl and more. She loves college football. Not as maniacally as I do, but she loves Ohio St. She's very smart, charming, beautiful, complex, funny, messy, and cool as fuck.

I got drunk one night and wrote this:

I am looking for an unutterably compelling, complex,
hilarious, deeply sexy someone to endure my company, share a
laugh, a bottle, some great food, and maybe a legendary romp
in the sack. I'm kind of particular about the order these
days, so no legendary romp action until I've known you for
atleast 30 days. Not for nothin', but it would be
smashing if you were into say, three of the
following: Joseph Campbell International
Affairs History Conspiracy Theories Books Cycling Lord
of the Rings Dive bars Runnin' the streets Rich
Medina/DJ Spinna/Cinematic Orchestra Wild At Heart Madden

We'll see...we shall see...

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