Jun
2
2007 |
It was a side affect of Tom's dragging me out on a Wednesday night. One I neither expected nor wanted to experience. There was nothing to say about it really, so I didn't say anything and Tom was saved one of my rambling conversations. It's all about him anyway, right pumpkin? ;-)
While consulting to a large regional insurer last summer, one of those regrettable assignments where the work was dull, the client environment even duller, there it was. I never discourage myself from noticing something or someone particularly attractive but in this particular circumstance, it was something more. Sweet and funny and with a sardonic sense of humor, I spent nearly six months daydreaming about "R". Handsome and a bit of a klutz. Likeable, intelligent, articulate, loved to make jokes. I would mention R in notes to friends, trying to pick-up hints for which team it is he plays. It was a hard figure. It could be either side. Or, God forbid, both! Eventually I had to let it go but I've never forgotten R for some odd reason.
Yet on Wednesday, 9:58pm, there he stood. Apparently fresh out of his weekly bowling league game. My best suspicions obviously confirmed by way of the very place we stood.. I had lumps in my stomach and chest. Should I approach? Say something? I didn't, and R never even noticed I was there which was a good thing. At least now I know the answer to my biggest question, and I know where the local bowling guys go after their Wednesday night games. I have a feeling Wednesday night beer could be in my not so distant future.
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