Epimetheus

Today I spent the day "bar hopping" kinda. I started at a GAR, moved on to TGIF and ended at a karaoke place, meeting (more like gathering) friends along the way. It was a good carefree day. But it started in a fun sort of way. I began the day spending time with a fair young lady. She was funny. We talked for a time, she decided to get me a drink before I ordered one. When she came back with the drink she asked me if that was what I wanted, "Because I (she) can get you (me) tea or water or beer or whatever, it's really no problem." Later she forcefully gave me a straw by reaching across the table as fast as she could nearly throwing the straw into my lap before I could respond to her question of whether or not I wanted one. She didn't throw it though, but rather placed it next to my glass. There was one other couple in the restaurant who she was attending to, so after a brief stop she whispered "I'll be right back after I get these people some wine." Later I caught the corner of her eye and she flashed a shy smile. But before it was over, she reached across the whole length of the table to take a pair of wrapped utensils and place them next to me way after I had begun eating without them (nachos and dip don't need utensils), but she said that she was "Just trying to help." It was just such an awkward form of help. Twice she almost sat down with me without thinking about it and even remarked on that, and how, at the place we used to see each other she would have. She is silly, and makes me smile. I guess its better than the last time we met and she hit me. Hahahaha. Ah, to be young and awkward. Truth is, the whole encounter was just plain fun. I enjoy her company and wish I could be graced by it more. But alas, the time is not yet right, and even then it may be wrong... But it would seem that she is trying to anticipate my needs and take care of me, though that may be looking WAY too deep into it all.

To that effect I almost wrote a letter which I did not in fact end up writing. An epimetheus if you will. See, I'm usually slow on the uptake for the perfect time for perfect words to be said to craft truly good jokes. And for some reason my mind subconsciously cranks away at words said and unsaid for hours after they are spoken. Honestly, I do not think about these things or obsess about them. I'll just be walking down the street and think randomly "I should have said X as that would have been funny." And to that effect almost wrote an awkward rambling letter about the whole sitting thing and comparing and contrasting that to a date which I have been dissuaded from in the past. It was bad, and so it was deleted. Although awkward rambling seems to be my forte (as seen in this blog) it is not what I'm often going for.

Oh well, I can't sleep and figured I'd share some about my day. It was a good day. :)