Slack and Unproductive

Yeah, I’ve been slack in my writing. I originally started this blog to get myself into a habit of writing more often, but it seems I update this page as often as I update my super-secret-notebook-of-poetry. (Are guys allowed to have those and not be stigmatized?) On top of sheer laziness, I was also fighting off some nasty freaking cold last week, which has reduced itself to a dry cough. So I feel much better now, but I sound like someone who has been smoking for 50 years. It’s far less attractive than it sounds, honest.
To bring you up to speed, I still haven’t dialed that magic number. In fact… I didn’t even manage to GET the number until last Wednesday, when I was facing the full-on worst of bed-ridden fever. I figure the girl has probably written me off by now, so I may not even call her. Besides, she same friend who gave me the number has already given me the email address of some NEW person, claiming this girl simply overheard my name in random conversation and absolutely wanted to meet me.
Uh huh. I don’t know a lot about women, (Okay, that’s entirely untrue, but we men must maintain this appearance that we’re clueless as to how you ladies think, lest your expectations be raised.) but I’m pretty sure that this girl didn’t jump at the chance to meet me based solely on my name being dropped. So my friend is probably talking me up a bit, which increases the pressure of a first meeting because there will already be some expectation of who I am.
On the bright side, I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t need to be with someone to be happy. This isn’t the self-comforting lie that we often tell ourselves when we’ve given up hope, either. I mean I’m doing pretty damn well with my life and I haven’t had a real steady girlfriend in awhile. My job sucks, but I’ll find a new one. I have a social life. I pay a mortgage instead of rent. Hell, I’m a responsible adult. (And, having said that, I suddenly feel saddened. I think I’ll go play with my toy trucks after this! That should cheer me up.)
Coming up in the life of Stuckey Growing Up:
1) Install a new light fixture in the garage and pray to God that I don’t get electrocuted.
2) Assemble weight bench in the garage and use it at least three times a week.
3) Start packing lunches to take to work. (This is far more complicated than I thought it would be. I had to add it to a to-do list.)
4) Recap of my impeding toy-truck-playing session

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