It was like listening to two forty-something frat boys trying to one up each other.
All in Dating
It was like listening to two forty-something frat boys trying to one up each other.
Author’s note: By the end of this post, I come off as the bad guy (for good reason).
I was exhausted. I went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I stared ahead and it looked like the walls were breathing. I fell back, but was too tired to sleep. This was a horrible day.
The funny thing is, looking back at that weekend now, this would be the good day.
I am often asked where I get the ideas for my blog. Usually, I answer its the stuff that happens with my kids, ex-wife, family, and just every day life.
As we headed up the mountain on the lift, I fixated on how I would get off that thing. As we climbed skyward I was terrified, not of skiing down this mountain, but of the small little slope of snow that awaited me at the end of that ride. With all that, the small voice in my head just kept repeating, “don’t fall off the chair — don’t fall off the chair.”
There is a scene in The Godfather, when Michael Corleone, exiled in Sicily, where he and his two body guards walk along a country road. Suddenly, Michael stops dead in his tracks when he sees a young woman approach. His two bodyguards, on seeing the expression on his face, laugh.
I knew her flight and arrival time, but for some reason all the Arrival/Departure screens were not working.
At one point, after being asked for the umpteenth time if I was ‘OK’ I thought that at least if it looked like I was waiting for someone, I wouldn’t appear so suicidal. That’s when it hit me.
When I say dates, these were Groundhog’s Day dates where I repeated the same lines every night. The only difference was the audience of one to whom I delivered those lines.