it’s been a busy/interesting few days.
i don’t really remember much about three days ago… they all seem to blend into one big pile of mush (ie. work). i hung out with Carolyn (i wrote about that).
yesterday i went back to work to drop off the company truck (i needed to use it since aaron was borrowing the Jeep)… when i got there, Steve (a shift ‘leader’) said he could really use my help. they were loading rail cars and someone earlier that week left the bottom hatch open.. which meant what they put in the top was just coming out on the ground, but they didn’t know until they tried to move the cars and it left a huge drag of feed all over the place. i stayed and helped them clean that up. got an extra 2hrs of ovetime for it.
last night, aaron (my roomate) and mark (coworker) went to a little bar by the house and got really drunk. on my way into the bar, i saw the back of one girl… she stood out. dressed really well (my taste).. had nice shoes.. really cute hair. i snuck a peak at her face and she was beautiful. very ‘artsy/trendy/alternative’ (if those things go together).
asked her (and the guy with her) if they wanted to play teams at pool. they said okay. mark found out from the guy that she was with that they WEREN’T dating… so i built up the courage to talk with her. long story short… before i became REALLY drunk, i got up the strength to ‘ask her out.’
me: “so i realize that by now we’re both pretty drunk but… you seem like a lot of fun. you’ve got a beautiful smile.. and i have to ask… were we sober.. would you like to maybe… um… get coffee sometime?”
her: *smiles* “nobody has ever asked me out for coffee…”
me: “oh. um.. is that a good thing? or.. no. i mean… it doesn’t have to be coffee… we can feed ducks. or… stare at a rock. so long as we’re doing it together.”
her: “nobody has ever asked me out for coffee.”
me: “you’re serious?! what do people ask you out for?”
her: “sex………….. okay i’m kidding. nobody ever asked me out for coffee though. that’s really cool. i love coffee. it’s one of my ‘things.’ i’d really like that.”
me: “really? i mean.. great. yeah. well. maybe should.. i get your number.. or.. i’ll give you mine.. or. something. i don’t really know how these things work.”
her: “well. i actually live with my mooooom… and she runs a business out of the house.. so i can’t really give you that number.”
me: “okay. well. i’ll give you mine. wait. shit. ‘hey aaron. whats my cell phone number’… hehe. i dont’ know my own phone number.” (aaron was also drunk. he wasn’t sure if it was the right number. i’m PRAYING TO GOD THAT IT WAS.”
me: “as nerdy as this is.. i’m going to give you my e-mail address too. i’m not going to lose the chance to get to know you better because i don’t know my own phone number.”
her: *laughs* “okay. cool. yeah. we’ll get coffee sometime” *smiles*
it was shortly after that.. that i got up.. .went to the parking lot.. and puked in front of my jeep.. three or four times (i had WAY too much to drink)
i didn’t want to go back inside and attempt to talk to her (with nasty breath) but.. after a shitload of water, some gum.. and a cigarette.. i went back inside and talked to her a little more before i left (i didn’t get close to her though)
sooooooooooo. i really hope she calls. or writes me. i really do. she’s got a (nearly) five year old son. she’s 27. she’s funny. she’s really pretty. and her smile is intoxicating. here’s to hoping *chink* i’m not sure anything substantial would come of it since she DOES have a son.. and i’m not ready to be the father figure of ‘not my child’ but.. she is someone that i THINK i would definitely like to get to know better.
oh. and she can SING. can she EVER. she sang some Fionna Apple. some Jewel. she locked her eyes on me through almost an entire song and i nearly died.
came home. puked a few more times (how attractive right?!) haha. and passed out.
worked today. i’m off. now i need to drive an hour to the farm that Marks aunt owns.. to help him dig up a tree and move it to her new place. it’s rainy. and cold. this is going to suck. but i said i would… so i’m going to.
more later when i think of what it was.
