Two Words

It ended with a "good night"...two simple words to cap off an evening full of peace, fun, and a pleasant escape. To say you thought it would end this way would be optimistic, at best, especially since company with this person had never been shared before..but after those two words, you couldn't wait for the next day to come, so you could do it some more.

Laughs, stories, quick anecdotes and the required silence to process each other's thoughts were all in the midst; if any nerves were present in the beginning, they were gone right away. The hands on the clock flew by so fast, which is what tends to happen when good times are being had; motives went out the window, which left neither party suspicious or mad.

After a while, you feel like you've heard it all and, in a way, this particular story has the usual parts, but it still has its own identity, its own feel, its own ingredients that make it singular and stand alone...and even though the words were said to end the night earlier and plans were made to do it again, you still want to pick up the cell and dial their number on your phone.

For now, those two words will do, along with the acts that preceded them, all of which were first-rate...and to think, the fun has only begun, because we have yet to go on our first ever date.

4/29/12 @ 10:54 A.M.

Observation

1. an act or instance of noticing or perceiving. 
2. an act or instance of regarding attentively or watching.

 The ability to observe or, when it comes to people, people-watch, is something that can be very valuable, when done properly. Now, people-watching is not to be confused with stalking, being a bug-a-boo, being worsesome, or anything like that. There's nothing tasteful about stalking someone or being stalked. There's nothing pleasant about being a bug-a-boo and there (arguably) isn't more of an indicator of a lack of self-respect than being worsesome.

 When you have the ability to people-watch, you can see what someone likes, doesn't like, take your time, chill in the distance and then make your move. Sometimes, it works out, sometimes it doesn't, and it takes an amount of patience that you may not want to exhibit.

Hell, that's one of the basis of people-watching; you watch. You don't participate, you don't join the party. You just observe and when the opportunity presents itself...it's on.

 4/24/12 9:19 P.M.

5:17 A.M.

While I was driving to work this morning, a collage of pictures, words and thoughts seem to pour out of my head. Since I wasn't listening to the radio, I was reciting them all out, and it was in an effort to remember them, so I could jot them down and write a poem.

I haven't written poetry in months, and this one was about as vivid as one I've had in a while. It just sucks that I can barely recall any of it now.

At least there's a memory of who it was about, so it's sure to come back; hopefully, I'll be in position to write about it all this time.

4/4/12 @ 9:26 A.M.

Insanity, New Reading Material and the Barbershop

Three more days.

Three more days until I'm done with Insanity. As much as I love the workout, I'm ready for it to be over with. Getting in the gym as early as 5:30 in the morning, six days a week, has been a grind. You would think I've been doing this so I can get healthy, or because I have some big redemption story or something like that, right? No. I've done it, so my abs will come out. That's literally the only reason why.

After reading Dr. Steve Perry's book, Push Has Come To Shove, (a damn good one, by the way), I have nothing to read right now...which sucks, because an idle mind is a devil's playground, or whatever the saying is.

Anyway, I ordered a book written by Mark Titus and one by Josh Luchs, and when they arrive, they'll serve as a healthy distraction from the usual day-to-day mumbo-jumbo.

Oh...with the end of Insanity comes....a return to the barbershop! I vowed not to get a haircut or shave until I finished this crap, and come Friday, it'll be a wrap and I'll be in the chair, gettin' faded up. Don't get it twisted; I've still been walking with my head held high and with the utmost amount of dignity a man can possess, but there's nothing like a fresh cut to make a man feel like a real man.