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I made a few more calls first, the one to my mother was successful, the one for business not so much. I then headed in to town, for the maps. One of the maps was successfully created, the other wasn't. The woman working on the map will be trying to get the other map made and will contact me when it is done. She is a rather attractive woman. It seems she is single. After the maps have been made and business is done, I may ask her for a simple coffee date, or something. No, I don't think it will work. Mostly my wish for children and knowing she is near my age. However, occasional feminine company isn't bad. It's not fair for a woman to both attractive and handsome in a feminine way and all at once. Nice looking dame.
That took far longer, however, and as usual, than expected. The company of a pretty woman makes time fly. I did not have much left for shopping or visiting my friend. I did, however, stop and buy a few bottles of wine on my way home, something I want to have daily, remember. I noticed they do have Johnny Walker Blue, but at a $70 premium over the best prices I can find online. The wine I like they didn't have, but could order at double the cost of online prices. Yeah, it stinks. I'm going to have to figure something out. Anyway... Then to my favorite restaurant. I could have eaten it all, but I saved enough to bring home pretty much a whole extra meal (which I am about to dispose of in the proper way, perhaps with a glass of wine).
I was pretty much done after my doings. Not that it was all that much, just add in what I have been doing and it adds up, given that I have been sitting for three weeks. Tomorrow, a bike ride, early. Then a call to my friend to arrange a visit. And maybe back into town for the visit or at least groceries. And, of course, the map might end up being ready. Yes, I will ask her out. Nothing fancy like a steak dinner, something easy, breezy, public, and fun. Perhaps coffee at a local shop, one of the better coffee houses, maybe some snacks somewhere. I don't know how physically active she is, for a minor hike. Uhrm, no. That wouldn't work. I hate dawdling and women dawdle, even women who say they like to hike. I move when I get on a trail. Most women call it jogging, they just have short legs and too much hind weight. :)
Well, a bit of tinkering then it is time for bed. Yes, the race is back on. Good night.
Shoot. I never thought what a complication a coffee date could be in Mormon territory. It is such an innocuous and safe proposition elsewhere that it is hard for a woman who is even slightly interested to turn down. Being Mormon gives her that out.
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ReplyDeleteYep, and when on the offense, you have to keep problems in mind. Anything that gives her "No!"-machine a chance to work has to be considered. Remember... Bam, bam, bam... keep her in safe territory in spite of the fact you are very much taking her into danger, but work fast. *BAM* Think like when you are butchering a fresh kill or slaughter. Yeah, bad analogy, good analogy, eat me.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember doing any of this thinking when I was younger, but babes were just always around. Lose one, fuck it, go for her sister or mom, or both (and often get em' all anyway). I R a bastard. Or... was? Whatever.
Lord help me. Though I'm pretty sure he won't. He likes bulls just the way they are. Horny. Don't hate me, man. Serously. *sic*