tell her not to go
i ain holding on no more...
*
we're still doing the Taste of Charlotte, despite not having any food ("no shepherds pie? what am i supposed to do?") and we are merely manning the booth to spread the word that we will be back...in four to six months.
but in the meantime, we spread the word, let people know what happened, and reconnect with our regulars and employees. and we had a lot of both tonite.
*
when i first got down here, literally a year ago this last week, another server had just started. short, long blonde hair, intelligent (Ph.D in psych!), we connected at first and even though i was trying to make sense of my world then, my AGM suggested that i should ask her out.
i balked, mainly because of the damaged goods excuse, which is a very good reason as i look back at it a year later. right person, wrong time. but i knew there was something else that didn't quite mesh.
*
she stopped by today, with a load of other employees, as well as her boyfriend of (i think) seven months. and it was seeing her outside of the confines of work that i finally understood that subconscious feeling that i had: she looks exactly like the woman i dated back in 2004 (with the three year old daughter).
at nearly the same time, in this reflection, epiphany, whatever you want to call it, i realized this: i don't listen to music anymore, i don't read. i've stagnated to the point that i prefer a decent rerun of SNL or Monk to just going out and simply trying to meet anyone.
i don't listen to anything because it still hurts. i brought a shitload of cds with me to NYC and never even brought out the cd player once. i brought three books with me (12 hour train, i'll make mincemeat of them) and didn't crack the spine of any of them. i was finally going to tackle Boswell's Life of Johnson...Ha! i shun these things because all they do is remind me of other lives, different places, possibly so-called happier times...we all have excuses, these are mine.
and of course this all happens in the shadow of the wedding i went to up in NYC three weeks ago. nothing puts it more in perspective when you attend the wedding of the one person you were sure was never going to get married. playboy days are over, time to get serious.
*
completely by happenstance a former server sat down next to me during the final minutes of game 4 last week. she's now a manager and banquet coordinator for a place just down the street from where i work.
we'll see.
*
tell her something in my mind, freezes up from time to time
*
we're still doing the Taste of Charlotte, despite not having any food ("no shepherds pie? what am i supposed to do?") and we are merely manning the booth to spread the word that we will be back...in four to six months.
but in the meantime, we spread the word, let people know what happened, and reconnect with our regulars and employees. and we had a lot of both tonite.
*
when i first got down here, literally a year ago this last week, another server had just started. short, long blonde hair, intelligent (Ph.D in psych!), we connected at first and even though i was trying to make sense of my world then, my AGM suggested that i should ask her out.
i balked, mainly because of the damaged goods excuse, which is a very good reason as i look back at it a year later. right person, wrong time. but i knew there was something else that didn't quite mesh.
*
she stopped by today, with a load of other employees, as well as her boyfriend of (i think) seven months. and it was seeing her outside of the confines of work that i finally understood that subconscious feeling that i had: she looks exactly like the woman i dated back in 2004 (with the three year old daughter).
at nearly the same time, in this reflection, epiphany, whatever you want to call it, i realized this: i don't listen to music anymore, i don't read. i've stagnated to the point that i prefer a decent rerun of SNL or Monk to just going out and simply trying to meet anyone.
i don't listen to anything because it still hurts. i brought a shitload of cds with me to NYC and never even brought out the cd player once. i brought three books with me (12 hour train, i'll make mincemeat of them) and didn't crack the spine of any of them. i was finally going to tackle Boswell's Life of Johnson...Ha! i shun these things because all they do is remind me of other lives, different places, possibly so-called happier times...we all have excuses, these are mine.
and of course this all happens in the shadow of the wedding i went to up in NYC three weeks ago. nothing puts it more in perspective when you attend the wedding of the one person you were sure was never going to get married. playboy days are over, time to get serious.
*
completely by happenstance a former server sat down next to me during the final minutes of game 4 last week. she's now a manager and banquet coordinator for a place just down the street from where i work.
we'll see.
*
tell her something in my mind, freezes up from time to time
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