May 3, 2010

• The dinner on Thursday went alright.  How is it supposed to go when you have a meal with someone that you don’t mind having a meal with, but aren’t necessarily enamored with either?  The past pissed offedness still resided but subsided as much as 18 months can do.  It’s not like I’d ever invite her to any sort of event ever again.   If you give people a torch and they try to light you on fire with it, you don’t give them another torch right?  So no, I’m not going to get burned again, I maybe be dumb, but I’m not stupid.

  “I always pick the wrong ones!” 

  That was what she said when I asked about her dating life.  I think for the past 10 years, the answer has always been the same… she always meets the kooks, and the cocks, and the nots.  Are all of our exes assholes, bitches or jerks?  No.  Some of them were self-centered, greedy or moody, but others weren’t.  I have a hard time believing they were all asses.  Sometimes we date witches, other times we date nice girls or guys that just aren’t a match for us.  I haven’t once heard her ever admit that she was at fault in those relationships.  Either she knows how to pick ‘em, or she is just not good at acknowledging her shortcomings when it comes to being in a relationship.  I would put all my money on the latter. 

  Travel talk came up and I know she likes to travel, as do I.  

  “We should go to London!” 

  A chill went up and down my spine as fast as Jerry Lee Lewis flies his hands up and down a piano keyboard on “Great Balls of Fire.”   I quickly laughed it off and said, “It’s so expensive!  My friend lives/lived there and I already visited her a few years ago…”  Way to avoid the volley How! 

  What guy can’t resist traveling with a beautiful girl?  Unfortunately, I might have to decline for my sanity.  My great travel fear is traveling with someone who places too many restrictions on things.  One who’s too picky or fussy.  I want to blend in with the country, not stick out.   I can’t risk going on a $1000-$2000 vacation for a week, worrying if I’m going to be annoyed with the person.  Sure we are bound to bug each other a little if we are together for days, that’s not what I’m worried about, it’s the bigger things. 

  I want to munch on pistachio macaroons in Paris with someone.  I want to try on shirts in London at Topshop with a gorgeous gal.  I want to share fresh hot soybean milk out of a plastic baggie while walking a night market in Taiwan, want to roll craps in Vegas, want to fix a flat tire in the middle of the desert, want to elevator up to the top of the Empire State Building, want to do all of that with someone I’m friends with and care about, not someone who always places the blame on others, who gets in fusses and can’t reconcile with her family, her exes, or her friends. 

  The night ended easily with a film.  I can travel to movie fantasyland with you for a night, I just can’t take a flight anywhere with you.   

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