Just meant to be, eh?
Good day, Good day,
I know it has been a long hiatus since the last blog. How long? I was just getting started coaching the current youth soccer season and now it will be over in a week! I've been busy, very busy and sometimes in the bustle of life we all just push forward to get things done. In that push, well, for me anyway, I may not pause to look in the mirror, just keep going and say "Forget it! I don't care how I look, I don't have time right now." Haha! Deciding to just go out and make the world accept you the way you are usually doesn't matter.
Hey, Answerman is a man. I have fairly short hair and as a dude, I don't wear makeup. There's not the same concern that some women have of being seen in my morning state as one of my female friends described. Men are lucky in that regard. Generally speaking I run into all kinds of people I know at the local supermarket. I'm normally in a presentable state.
Well, in my rush this past weekend I didn't realize that I looked hmmm, hmmm - I looked like a used mop. I hadn't showered or shaved, my hair was somewhere between Einstein and the Heat Miser from Santa Clause is coming to Town. I was prepping food for an event and cleaning so I had actual dirt maybe some grease on me but needed to get a few things at the store for the aforementioned event. I just ran out. Whoops!
I will wind this back since it has been a long time since I blogged or mentioned anything. Answerman is single, or single by way of divorce. Whatever you want to call it. I have an admitted knack for forgetting simple things like- "Hey what's your phone number?" I suffer from poor timing too. Example; A couple weeks back I volunteered at an adoption event for the pet rescue where I got one of my dogs. I was the only male volunteer. Good news. I had great conversations with a woman well within the Carmit scale- my dating range. Her name is Jenna. No rings and she didn't put any defensive statements out about her guy/boyfriend etc. We were there for about four hours together. The ladies decided that the one dog was too much for them to handle so I should get him. He was a handful and had to be walked or run outside the park venue several times.
I decided I would ask Jenna out before we left for the day. She was dancing around with a puppy and the nitwit I had needed to go for a run around the block again. (It's y'know bad for adoption prospects if the dog is a leg-humper.) Anyway, when I got back, the lady of my interest had left for the day. I didn't realize it right away since we were in a large park. I had volunteered to stay until the event ended and load up - it sucked. I had to stay an additional hour. I mean- I was presentable and she had even complimented me.
So....back to this past weekend, in the aisle of the supermarket was what I believe the largest array of attractive women within the Carmit scale that I have ever seen at the market. Many were single...and there I was looking like I had just cleaned the floor with every part of my body and clothes. I may have passed for one of the homeless I see in the city. I wanted to strike up a conversation but I had caught a glimpse of myself in the front door. It wasn't going to happen.
When I got home I mentioned it to my older daughter. The deadpan response was "You go to the supermarket to buy groceries, not pick up women." I said "Hey, my clock is ticking I will strike up a conversation in a supermarket aisle." I got this time is standing still retort "Some people are just meant to be alone, or by themselves. I truly believe that...I think you're one of them." Well, I am unattached by choice. Meant to be....meant... to...be, eh? Well that sucked worse that forgetting to ask for a phone number, wrestling with a 50 lb, one year old dog in between handling a 65lb dog with social issues - then realizing the most interesting person I had met in some time punched out and disappeared.
In full disclosure, older daughter stated that she also believes that she is meant to be unattached too. Hmmm. Answerman says "I don't think that we must be attached to someone to be happy. I do believe that anyone can be happy without being in a qualified relationship. However, I don't believe it is merely meant to be. Jumping Jesus, crying out loud, it's predetermined that you're just meant to be alone. The amateur psychologist in me says no. Just no."
Be well,
Answerman
I know it has been a long hiatus since the last blog. How long? I was just getting started coaching the current youth soccer season and now it will be over in a week! I've been busy, very busy and sometimes in the bustle of life we all just push forward to get things done. In that push, well, for me anyway, I may not pause to look in the mirror, just keep going and say "Forget it! I don't care how I look, I don't have time right now." Haha! Deciding to just go out and make the world accept you the way you are usually doesn't matter.
Hey, Answerman is a man. I have fairly short hair and as a dude, I don't wear makeup. There's not the same concern that some women have of being seen in my morning state as one of my female friends described. Men are lucky in that regard. Generally speaking I run into all kinds of people I know at the local supermarket. I'm normally in a presentable state.
Well, in my rush this past weekend I didn't realize that I looked hmmm, hmmm - I looked like a used mop. I hadn't showered or shaved, my hair was somewhere between Einstein and the Heat Miser from Santa Clause is coming to Town. I was prepping food for an event and cleaning so I had actual dirt maybe some grease on me but needed to get a few things at the store for the aforementioned event. I just ran out. Whoops!
I will wind this back since it has been a long time since I blogged or mentioned anything. Answerman is single, or single by way of divorce. Whatever you want to call it. I have an admitted knack for forgetting simple things like- "Hey what's your phone number?" I suffer from poor timing too. Example; A couple weeks back I volunteered at an adoption event for the pet rescue where I got one of my dogs. I was the only male volunteer. Good news. I had great conversations with a woman well within the Carmit scale- my dating range. Her name is Jenna. No rings and she didn't put any defensive statements out about her guy/boyfriend etc. We were there for about four hours together. The ladies decided that the one dog was too much for them to handle so I should get him. He was a handful and had to be walked or run outside the park venue several times.
I decided I would ask Jenna out before we left for the day. She was dancing around with a puppy and the nitwit I had needed to go for a run around the block again. (It's y'know bad for adoption prospects if the dog is a leg-humper.) Anyway, when I got back, the lady of my interest had left for the day. I didn't realize it right away since we were in a large park. I had volunteered to stay until the event ended and load up - it sucked. I had to stay an additional hour. I mean- I was presentable and she had even complimented me.
So....back to this past weekend, in the aisle of the supermarket was what I believe the largest array of attractive women within the Carmit scale that I have ever seen at the market. Many were single...and there I was looking like I had just cleaned the floor with every part of my body and clothes. I may have passed for one of the homeless I see in the city. I wanted to strike up a conversation but I had caught a glimpse of myself in the front door. It wasn't going to happen.
When I got home I mentioned it to my older daughter. The deadpan response was "You go to the supermarket to buy groceries, not pick up women." I said "Hey, my clock is ticking I will strike up a conversation in a supermarket aisle." I got this time is standing still retort "Some people are just meant to be alone, or by themselves. I truly believe that...I think you're one of them." Well, I am unattached by choice. Meant to be....meant... to...be, eh? Well that sucked worse that forgetting to ask for a phone number, wrestling with a 50 lb, one year old dog in between handling a 65lb dog with social issues - then realizing the most interesting person I had met in some time punched out and disappeared.
In full disclosure, older daughter stated that she also believes that she is meant to be unattached too. Hmmm. Answerman says "I don't think that we must be attached to someone to be happy. I do believe that anyone can be happy without being in a qualified relationship. However, I don't believe it is merely meant to be. Jumping Jesus, crying out loud, it's predetermined that you're just meant to be alone. The amateur psychologist in me says no. Just no."
Be well,
Answerman
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