Has to be a Record

So I went from single, with nothing to lose or gain at all, to two very real potential matches. A girl a friend of mine introduced me to, and a friend from high school who kind of popped into my life out of the blue. Literally, out of nowhere.

In all honesty, I wasn't entirely sure which direction I intended to go, which kind of irked me when my good friend and brother Gerry made the choice for me and I ended up less then upset to have a date lined up with Trina.

I've known her since high school, and have liked her since then as well. It was a pretty decent set up, and a chance at a relationship I was more then happy to run with and go for.

Little did I know, as easily as the fates conspired for me, to give me a chance, they also conspired against me to flick the teasing morsel from my grasp as well. So I went out of my way to find one of the better sushi resteraunts in the city for the date, arranged for everything to be done without flaw...

And without my knowledge, apparently missed a number of texts from Trina in the past several days. In her thoughts that I was ignoring her (as I find out today that Gerry's texts weren't going through to me, and that some of Jenn's apparently hit the same wall), and if I was ignoring her, then I must have moved on and changed my mind about her. She is now in a relationship with an old ex who asked for a second chance.

*chuckles*

I find it amusing. I was dumped four days before the first date even took place. It has to be a record of some sort. Though I'm not really upset, or hurt by it. I kind of skipped the inbetween on this run, however it could have been worse. Suppose it is better to be left before I put in the time and energy, then after I put forth the effort. Tends to burn a lil more when the effort is put into it.

On another note...This past weekend was interesting. Went out drinking with a few friends. We each got a 26'er a piece. Vodka for my two friends, Whiskey for myself. We ended up at a friends place with said beverages. Turns out that whiskey is a pretty bad drink in some people, and for once, it wasn't me.

A friend ended up carried out on a stretcher, totally incoherent. After the dust starts to settle, what happens? Bret, a friend of my buddy Shaun, walks in and says, "This may be inappropriate right now...but where the hell is my beer??" My jaw almost dropped. Granted, he just said what I was thinking. So I pointed him in the direction of his drink, and he pointed me in the direction of mine. We stayed up chatting and drinking until around 3:00am when Shaun was put to bed, and I staggered on home.

So now I have a free weekend. Suppose I could see if I can get a date, I have a few people who would likely be willing, or I can simply roleplay with my friends. I think the latter may be the more likely. Not entirely sure if I feel like heading out for romance at the moment.

Though, at the same time, there may be one looking to learn of Gor from me. Its been a long time since I've trained. I casually wonder if I still have it, and am sure, aside from the philosophical points of what Gor can be, I really do still have the skill that trained several women over the years.

Will toss that one in the air and let it land where it may. The girl seems to have a busy work life. So will take it as it comes and watch the chips as they fall.

Laid back, calm, and precise. I happen to enjoy being untouchable emotionally in many respects.
In any event, stay safe, and enjoy your week, everyone.

Peace out,

Zodiak.