this morning, I was sort of out of sorts for whatever reason and put off taking a shower (this plays into my tale later)
and when I finally got around to it, I decided to skip shaving
which was interesting -- in that all morning, I kept having "the thought" that I was going to meet a girl and I should look nice
I thought, though -- this is "unlikely" so in some twisted logic I went the opposite direction
didn't shave and dressed in the most haphazzard whatever crossed my path first way possible
hold that picture
also this morning, all of a sudden, out of nowhere (drive-by psychic impression #234,908 -- because I have literally had thousands upon thousands of these)
I started hearing in my head an old Chuck Berry song "No Particular Place to Go"
soooo, morning ritual of sorts 3 or 4 days a week is to walk next door to McDonald's and use my laptop and drink diet pepsi (yes, I can hear what you're saying but that is what I do)
and typically when the power on my laptop runs out, I leave
but today, I took my KIndle with me and when the power ran out, I turned on the kindle and went to Scribd and did a browse and found Theresa Caputo -- the Long Island Medium's book
and as soon as I started reading it, and usually when I am reading I tune out background noise, I stopped for a second to adjust the way I was holding it and poof . . . "No particular place to go so we . . . etc etc etc"
the Chuck Berry song, probably from around 1964, that I heard this morning
ok, this happens all the time but it was interesting
this is around 2 pm and usually by now if I go to McDonald's I am long since gone; however, with late start and Kindle Fire HD in hand, I am still there
anyway, I am reading the kindle and I look out the window and see this girl in the parking lot -- not the "typical girl" one sees in Hamilton, Ohio
she has tatts and is dressed more like an artist wild child than what you normally see "here"
short skirt, lots of cleavage . . . definitely not conservative, at all
where typically everyone here "is"
and I thought "that girl is kind of hott -- I wonder who she is?"
which really translates to "I wonder where she CAME FROM ??"
this, again, normally DOES NOT happen here in my Ohio Bat Cave
fast forward a couple of minutes when behind me with her food in hand who shows up but the girl from the parking lot
and she promptly pulls up a chair, sits down and starts talking like 300 miles an hour . . . translation, she's (likely) on speed
and she is telling me her life story and while she's waiting for her friend to pick her up she just is rambling like a runaway freight
she asks me if I have children and if I am married blah de blah and tells me "I have a 7 and 9 year old and I'm 30"
to which I respond "I'm 60" which elicited "damn you look GOOD for 60"
and we're just talking away -- and this girl has "issues" but she is entertaining me and she is pretty in a rode hard put up wet kind of way
but still a really attractive woman
and all the people in McDonald's are giving her "the look"
the disdainful look
which keeps circling around to include me, too hahahhaha
anyway her friend finally shows up and she proceeds to tell her "he's 60 -- doesn't he look good ??"
and so after a few minutes they wander off
it was tempting to sort of "continue this" but at the same time I thought "oh dude, this girl is com plu ca tid"
and I decided "bad plan"
. . . anyway, the moral of this story is that even though I discounted the crazee idea that I should shave because I was going to meet a girl today and should look good
that was, in reality, just what happened
and yes, that's my story