Zee Art Of Staring

Why am I living in Chicago again? I couldn't believe the nightmare I had trying to leave work with the incliment weather. Traffic was horrible. Unfortunately it was bowling night. Of course my team members deserted me and I knew the ones that weren't on schedule wouldn't step up. I left at 4:30 in the afternoon and arrived at the alley at 6:15 PM, over 45 minutes late. The other team had two players and they already were almost done with Game 1, so our team had to forfeit that one. But I came back strong and singlehandedly won the last two games with the scores 188 and 153. Our team is currently tied for 1st.

Then it was hell getting home. But I'm definitely grateful for not being anywhere near Midway. That was a tragic situation indeed.

So Hemingway earlier yesterday before the winter mess I was having lunch with a co-employee friend. We were actually meeting to discuss coming up with training materials for the daycare/training center that I volunteered my time for back in early October. Yeah it looks like I may be a teacher. That's scary. I sorta got pushed into it. Said co-employee friend, let's call him Smooth (yeah real smooth...*LOL*), chirped during an afternoon conference call that 'E teached Junior Acheivement' (uhhh, four years ago and that doesn't mean I'm an expert). So of course I'm put on the spot. I guess at least Smooth volunteered himself too.

So we pretty much went over what we need to come up with. I have to do training slides for Microsoft Word and Excel. I guess it's cool.

Hemingway during our lunch at Steak N' Shake, Smooth's like check out that cute girl over there, she'd be perfect for you. Double life situation aside, I'm thinking we're sitting across from each other. The cute girl is sitting in a way that it's easy for him to view her. I, on the other hand, would have to turn around and make it obvious. That annoys my shit. Especially since I don't want her seeing me staring. That's not the first time that's happened either. Even the few times I hang out with gay guys, they're like check him out. Of course I have to make an effort to turn around and look. It's so irritating.

So Hemingway I kinda look but wind up looking at the wrong girl and I'm thinking wow, Smooth's taste sucks. But I'm nodding and smiling going 'oh ok'. I mean, it's not like I was gonna chat with her anyway. So then we get up to pay the bill and fortunately you can pretty much look where you want to look from the front of the restaurant. So I finally see the girl he was talking about. She did look better than the one I thought he was talking about.

So is there an art to staring without looking like you're staring, especially if you're not at an optimal vantage point? I'd like to know.

In other news, I got emailed on A4A this week by Vince. You remember, that bowling jerk I had two dates with earlier in the year. His exact words, I kid you not. "Sup, guy? How you felin'?" Aside from the fact that moron still can't remember my name, I'm wondering what possessed him to use the pictures he has now. He looks ugly as hell in his primary. I guess he was on a manhunt and thought I was desperate enough to jump on it. I didn't respond. I'm almost tempted to give away his username so you guys can check for yourselves, but I won't...:-)

I so want to play hooky from work today. But I won't. Besides I'm off Monday and Tuesday of next week. I can play hooky then...:-)