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As far as this morning's "music", either I tell you I'm listening to Rush, or I admit I just downloaded a bunch of Mariah Carey songs that I've missed since some of my CD's were destroyed by accident LOL.
The date of dates, that's now... 19 full days, working on 20 days long, is perfect.
Some people could say, "honeymoon phase", and explain away what's happening. If it was all smiles, happiness, no pain, no memories, excluding thoughts and discussions of the past... Sure, if that were the case perhaps this is just two people seeing the best and brightest side of each other. However, that’s not the case. In addition to the great times, we've talked about everything that we've done (and I mean everything), including the things we find to be the worst qualities inside us, and poor, hurtful actions of our past. No secrets.
And that was just the first day.
So, who is Michelle (Kate)...? She's a PhD candidate at GTU in Berkeley, about 5 foot 8 inches, 140 and hot i.e. perfect EVERYTHING and my god I mean PERFECT ;) beautiful curls in her brown hair, green to blue eyes that I just feel silly-happy looking at, not at all perfect in her life or ways (and she's a liberal, so obviously not perfect ;) ), kind and loyal to a fault, sensible but still has the ability to be reckless if she chooses, sensual, Kate has the most sensitive skin... ever, she can swing a softball bat and over the next year I bet will play catch with me until she can throw a ball 150 feet with authority, and she makes sure I know I'm good despite my faults.
There's so much more, but I thought I'd at least put up some of the majors...
Tonight is softball followed by San Francisco, the Mint... during Pride weekend. OH BOY, it's going to be a MADHOUSE. I hope Stacey can somehow save some room for us since she's going to get there well ahead of our arrival time.
Kate has a massive bruise on her left arm thanks to my bat... I know that sounds like abuse at first but it actually was the result of her swinging my bat that it way too long and heavy for her, while I pitched her some softballs back on... Wednesday I believe? It appears tat the handle of the bat was hitting her arms because she choked way up on the bat, and she had a bracelet that was in the same area, and OUCH, repeated impacts to the forearm... Nice war-wounds. Like I told her a couple days ago on facebook, softball wounds are hot. LOL
And my big toe on my left foot... still hasn't shed it's nail. It's still purple from being stepped on by Ben during week one of the softball practice run-up. How'd it happen you ask? We were playing football after softball practice, and during a crossing route his cleat mashed my toe. 'nuff said.
What else has been going on since my last posts...? I was really depressed on Mother's day. Obviously. Before that I was dating a girl (and I mean girl) named Heather. She was great in a lot of ways but still didn't have an emotionally intelligent cell in her brain or heart, so in the end she ran away in a really chickenshit way. But hey, life goes on. Before her departure from my life we went to San Diego, enjoyed the Wild Animal Park, Body World 2 at Balboa Park, and of course, some Padre Games. I met her family. She met mine. It was a good practice run for a dating life going forward, but it had to end in order to meet Michelle.
I'm ok with that!
I'm remembering that all relationships before you find "the one" will fail in the end. You may go 1 for 4, or 1 for 20, but this isn't baseball. Finding your perfect partner after 19 failed relationships is totally OK, even if that means you're batting .050. Finding them in high school, they're your first relationship, that's ok too. This is one of the few times you'll catch me saying baseball may not apply to this situation... I'll have to think about that one and find a baseball metaphor. Baseball is life, don'tcha know?
The date of dates, that's now... 19 full days, working on 20 days long, is perfect.
Some people could say, "honeymoon phase", and explain away what's happening. If it was all smiles, happiness, no pain, no memories, excluding thoughts and discussions of the past... Sure, if that were the case perhaps this is just two people seeing the best and brightest side of each other. However, that’s not the case. In addition to the great times, we've talked about everything that we've done (and I mean everything), including the things we find to be the worst qualities inside us, and poor, hurtful actions of our past. No secrets.
And that was just the first day.
So, who is Michelle (Kate)...? She's a PhD candidate at GTU in Berkeley, about 5 foot 8 inches, 140 and hot i.e. perfect EVERYTHING and my god I mean PERFECT ;) beautiful curls in her brown hair, green to blue eyes that I just feel silly-happy looking at, not at all perfect in her life or ways (and she's a liberal, so obviously not perfect ;) ), kind and loyal to a fault, sensible but still has the ability to be reckless if she chooses, sensual, Kate has the most sensitive skin... ever, she can swing a softball bat and over the next year I bet will play catch with me until she can throw a ball 150 feet with authority, and she makes sure I know I'm good despite my faults.
There's so much more, but I thought I'd at least put up some of the majors...
Tonight is softball followed by San Francisco, the Mint... during Pride weekend. OH BOY, it's going to be a MADHOUSE. I hope Stacey can somehow save some room for us since she's going to get there well ahead of our arrival time.
Kate has a massive bruise on her left arm thanks to my bat... I know that sounds like abuse at first but it actually was the result of her swinging my bat that it way too long and heavy for her, while I pitched her some softballs back on... Wednesday I believe? It appears tat the handle of the bat was hitting her arms because she choked way up on the bat, and she had a bracelet that was in the same area, and OUCH, repeated impacts to the forearm... Nice war-wounds. Like I told her a couple days ago on facebook, softball wounds are hot. LOL
And my big toe on my left foot... still hasn't shed it's nail. It's still purple from being stepped on by Ben during week one of the softball practice run-up. How'd it happen you ask? We were playing football after softball practice, and during a crossing route his cleat mashed my toe. 'nuff said.
What else has been going on since my last posts...? I was really depressed on Mother's day. Obviously. Before that I was dating a girl (and I mean girl) named Heather. She was great in a lot of ways but still didn't have an emotionally intelligent cell in her brain or heart, so in the end she ran away in a really chickenshit way. But hey, life goes on. Before her departure from my life we went to San Diego, enjoyed the Wild Animal Park, Body World 2 at Balboa Park, and of course, some Padre Games. I met her family. She met mine. It was a good practice run for a dating life going forward, but it had to end in order to meet Michelle.
I'm ok with that!
I'm remembering that all relationships before you find "the one" will fail in the end. You may go 1 for 4, or 1 for 20, but this isn't baseball. Finding your perfect partner after 19 failed relationships is totally OK, even if that means you're batting .050. Finding them in high school, they're your first relationship, that's ok too. This is one of the few times you'll catch me saying baseball may not apply to this situation... I'll have to think about that one and find a baseball metaphor. Baseball is life, don'tcha know?
