Journal mcgrew's Journal: -- Not another one... 10
My attempts at appearing less nerdy seem to be starting to pay off. It was like magic this weekend -- and of course, my daughter had to be in town.
Tami had broken up with her boyfriend a month and a half ago, and although I was still alone, at least I didn't have to be alone by myself, and she was sure to get horny sooner or later and...
Pick up some random stranger at the bar, damn her! It was especially galling, since I took her there and was buying her beer. So Tami has a new boyfriend now. And I wound up getting punched, hard, later that afternoon when Billie the Redneck took offense at something I said. That was two weeks ago and my jaw still hurts.
And I had the blues, too -- Tami having the new boyfriend reminded my how alone I was every time I went to Felber's and they were there.
Patty came into town Friday and visited for a few minutes before going to see her mother, whose birthday it was. The next morning there was a text on my phone, "drank some last night so I'm crashing at Ella's." She showed up about noon, and I asked her if she wanted to go to McDonald's with me and her sister, and she said she just ate. "Maybe later on," and took off. I got bored and went to Felber's. So now I was bored and blue, since Tami was there with Robert. I had a little too much to drink and walked home, leaving my car at the bar. Patty and Leila came by, and instead of going to McDonalds they brought McDonald's home, and both of them bitched at me for being drunk. They left and I walked back up to Felber's, for a much better time, since Tami and Robert were gone.
I drank way too much and started staggering home. Some how or another on the way there, I met a woman who was as drunk as me, and wound up with her at my place drinking beer. She wasn't very good looking but her body wasn't bad and she had huge knockers. Then things sort of happened and our clothes were on the floor and we were making out, went into the bedroom and laid down and...
Patty came home. Saw the big double-D bra, assumed it was Tami and went off. "WHO IS SHE DAD!?! WHO'S THE WOMAN??"
I put my robe on and collected our clothing, Patty screaming at me the whole time. Michelle got dressed, and when Patty saw her she made more stupid assumptions. Just because Michelle was black, Patty assumed she was a prostitute.
"A whore! You brought a whore into our house! God damn it Dad, how could you?"
"She's not a whore, goddamn it."
"How much did you pay her???"
By then Michelle was walking down the street. Patty stomped out, got in her car and left. I went back to bed... alone and lonely.
She had planned on spending Father's Day with her old dad, but never showed back up. I straightened up the house, put the beer cans in the recycle bag, puttered around and watched TV. Patty had brought season two of The Big Bang Theory and the first two seasons of Three and a Half Men. By five I gave up and went to the bar to retrieve my car, which was still sitting there.
The walk was hellishly hot, in the nineties and very humid. The place was busy, which is unusual on a Sunday. I got a cold beer and started drinking. And noticed a very pretty woman three stools down. Too bad she was a crack whore; she had to be, she was skin and bones, as skinny as "Snake". Odd that a crackhead would have such a pretty face, most of the ones in their thirties look older than me, and this woman's bone structure suggested forties but her face seemed complety unlined. And she had the prettiest eyes... The only things unattractive about her was her extreme thinness, and the way she talked reminded me of the late Buddy Hackett.
I met him once when I worked at Disney. He was a really personable fellow, not all full of himself like a lot of famous people were. I'd recognized him and asked him if he was an employee, "If you work for Disney I can give you a discount."
"I don't now, but I used to. I'm probably going to work for them again, that's why I'me here, to talk to them." I told him "yeah, I recognized you and know you'd done Disney pictures before. I loved Mad Mad World."
"Oh God," he said, "I hated that movie. It was hot as hell and a lot of the people working on it were real assholes. Now The Love Bug, I loved that one, it was really fun making it."
Apparently he did work for Disney again, because he was the voice of the pelican in The Little Mermaid. It's too bad he never played a nerd, considering his name.
The incredibly attractive woman who was too thin and talked like Buddy Hackett kept looking my way, and finally said "Do I know you?"
Well, she really didn't look familiar to me so I lied. "I don't know, I've been wondering the same thing."
"I wonder where I've seen you?"
"Um, George Ranks maybe?" Ranks was closed for a couple of years, it recently reopened with a new name.
"Maybe... Wait! You used to go to Doc's all the time! I tended bar there!"
She did recognise me, despite my goatee. I hadn't recognized her because it had been years since I'd seen her, and she was skeletally thin.
We started chatting, it it became apparent that she was kind of into me, as she was all compliments, telling the woman she was there with what a great guy I was, and telling me how much she liked my goatee. And started telling me about how she'd been in the hospital for the last two years with cancer. They'd taken most of her right lung and three ribs, she'd gone through chemo and radiation and her hair was just starting to grow back, and proudly said she'd gained twenty pounds in the last two months. "I was down to sixty seven pounds at one point. I almost died twice, but I talked the doctor into letting me go back to work, but he says I can only work three days a week and no two days together. It'll be a year before I can go back full time; I've been teaching grade school as a substitute teacher."
I told her how I'd lost Linda a while back.
She mentioned again how good I looked, and I said "you look really good yourself, especially since what you've been through. I might even ask you out some time!"
"I'd like that!" she said, and we exchanged phone numbers and she sat back down with her friend. When they left, she gave me a hug and kiss... maybe I'll have a girlfriend at last.
Too bad she's probably not going to live long.
Good stuff (Score:2)
You don't know that she won't live long, no need to be so negative! I hope things work out dude :)
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Oh, I'm still going to pursue it, but with much trepidation. There are a lot of negatives to the situation. One, I don't know what her prognosis is but she had most of a lung removed, and I don't know anyone who ever beat lung cancer. Maybe it happens, I don't know, but I've never seen it. She said the name of the cancer but I don't remember it, but it doesn't stay in one place -- she had ribs removed as well as lung.
She's still delicate, the doc won't let her work full-time for another year so there's be q
Man (Score:2)
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She's Evil-X's daughter, too. Evil-X would have acted the same way.
PS (Score:2)
If the bra had been smaller I think her reaction might have been different. Both Michelle and Tami have very large boobs, and I'm sure what really got her goat was that she thought I was in there with Tami. She REALLY hates Tami's guts.
If anybody's wondering... (Score:2)
The title comes from two previous diaries, this one [slashdot.org] (obviously) and this one. [slashdot.org]
Cockblocked (Score:2)
Damn, you got cockblocked by your own daughter. On Father's Day, no less.
There must be a country western song theme in there somewhere.
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This makes twice; I linked the other time in the comment above yours (the title was "Cockblocked by a nice surprise"). Once my 4th amendment rights were violated on Memorial day. Probably a rock song in that one.
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Were you unreasonably searched or seized?
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Yes [slashdot.org].