a reply to: cody599
Well, regarding the young lady in question, I did not see her in the bar last night (and had she been there, I certainly would have). However, as
with last weeks attempt, I did gain some information about her. She is known by several people with whom I was sitting during what I will now refer to
as Hour 1, the first time I met her. Those people were all in the bar last night, and had within their mobile telecoms devices, several had hilarious
pictures of me with my arms uncharacteristically around the shoulders of two women, one of whom was the lady in question, not to mention other
pictures of me basically being an example of your typical drunken metalhead.
However, one of the people who was there, when questioned, reported (in company who would have protested had he borne false witness), that he, the
lady in question, and another woman, had shared a three way snog directly after I left. Also, upon seeing the photographs of the lady in question,
things have become obvious, which had eluded my drunken memory of her.
One should not, from that statement, assume that I was incorrect in thinking that her eyes contain all the light of a thousand galaxies, or indeed
that her face is of such stunning form that one could be forgiven for thinking that she must charm the birds from the trees with a mere wink. Those
aspects of my recollection are PERFECT. However, what did not seem obvious on the night in question, nor indeed upon my recollection of that night,
what I learned from the photographs, is that she is clearly MUCH younger than I am. This was confirmed by another of her acquaintences, who told me
that she was "Oh...Hell I don't know exactly, but somewhere between eighteen and twenty". So at best there are nine years between us, and at worst
thirteen years between us.
This information, coupled with the fact that she aparantly involves herself in random three way snogfests, leads me to believe that as stunning as
she is, and as sweet as she can be, she may be too young for me in several important respects, chronologically, and indeed psychologically. People
offered me her number last night, but given the data I accumulated over the course of the evening, I think I was right to refuse on at least two
grounds. First of all, a persons contact details should only be shared by that person, and I would have felt creepy getting her number from someone
and just calling her up, even if I was not concerned that the age and behavioural differences between us would create serious conflicts of interest.
Second, the more I think about it, the more I come to the conclusion that her interest in me was purely a product of a chemically induced need to
physically interact with someone, and temporary at that. That would explain the sheer absurdity of such a beautiful woman deeming it a good idea to
approach me, of all people, and the fact that no sooner had I left, than she had her tongue down at least two throats at near enough one time.
So in short, hope is a toxic thing, and I am seriously considering giving it up before it kills me.
The driving however, is coming along quite nicely. At some point over the next couple of months, if I continue to improve, my instructor tells me
that he would like for us to do a little road trip to London, take in some sights, get a bite to eat, and generally have a right old time of it. Hes a
bloody maniac as well, so that should be a laugh and a half!