Sorry for not posting the last few days. I've been kinda busy working on a short story for a writing contest. I had some sort of epiphany, and decided that I had to enter the contest, and started writing. So I've been lost in a sea of papers and books, writing all day. Many times I've been urged by friends to enter this sort of competition, but I've really never believed that I have some sort of talent for this. But who knows, as American Beauty taught me: It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.
First dates aren't usually remembered for how well they went. But at some point you have to have a first to get a second.
So I decided to get it over with, and take my fate girl to a movie. Things started the wrong way, when halfway to her home, and already a little late, I realized I was driving without my driver's license. So i had to go back, find it, and start all over again. We got to the movie about 15 minutes late, and as I went to buy tickets, she went to buy something to drink. She returned with a large Coke, and I returned empty handed, because the movie was sold out. I apologized again for being late, and now for having left us without movie tickets, but she said she didn't mind. So we sat down at a really small table, and talked for a long time. Things seemed to be going pretty well, until I decided I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to stand up, and while doing that, I hit the large Coke, and spilled every drop of what was left in it, on her brand new white pants. I forgot about my bathroom needs, and decided to take her home and end the suffering quickly. All the way to her house, she just stared at her new pants. I felt terrible. And we didn't speak. I parked in front of her house, and couldn't speak, so she finally did:
Girl: I should probably go change.
Me: Wait. I'm just so sorry. I'll understand if you don't want to go out with me again. But please believe me, this is the worst I can get.
Suddenly, she kissed me. Girl: Don't worry. I'm sure next time we'll do better.
She got out of the car, and I started the drive back home. I drove, lost in the smell of her perfume and Coke. I had survived round one, and could hardly wait for the second one to begin.
And now back to our regular stuff.
I admit proudly that I would love this stupid gadget. Could it be any cooler? Not at all. It's The Simpsons Talking Beer Opener.
Homer actually speaks while you open a beer. Words fail me trying to describe such a gift to humankind. I need it. Now.