One Step Closer...

...to catching this wabbit.

I figured out what Roger has been eating around here. No, not that leafy weed I'm holding. But, plants! Dear God, plants! Uhm.. Sure, I suppose that makes sense. As I was walking along the side of my house this morning to get my garden hose, this gentleman was chewing quite happily on a plant.

Hmm. I don't get it. I thought rabbits are supposed to be eating vegetables? But here's the proof, Roger munching on my neighbors weeds.

And geez, are those weeds or what? My neighbor hasn't cut his grass in like.. Two months it looks like.

Anyways... I'm feeling lazy and uninspired as far as writing a blog entry goes, but I'll try and throw a few things in here.

Had a family come by this morning to look at the Ford I'm selling, for the low, LOW price of $2,880. I did a pretty good job wording the ad, and have had a few bites here and there, but this was the first time someone actually came to look at it.

It was for a sixteen year old girl, and.. hmm. Seeing this family get out of their car and come towards me, it felt..

I'm trying to figure out the right words to describe this.. but it felt like love, really. The mom was cheery and sensitive; the dad was skeptical and investigated my car inside and out, and the daughter was shy, wore braces and had a beautiful smile as I made the ladies laugh while watching dad go over everything with a fine-toothed comb (cliche alert!).

It did feel like love. There was something I felt briefly in the presence of, and this family made me think of how much I would enjoy being in the same dynamic as they were. I could see myself being the skeptical dad kicking at the tires, while my wife made conversation and my daughter (or son) is there with his hands in his pocket, being shy.

Pretty cheesy of me to be describing such a trivial event like this, and to attach some kind of profound realization, but.. hmph. I'm the type of person who is aware of stuff like this. I can sense things, sometimes. And it's not even sensing, really.. but more like reading.. reading into people and being able to figure out what makes them tick. I'm not always successful, and my poor track record with women speaks for that, but I can make sharp observations whenever something simple presents itself.

Anyways, they didn't buy the car, and I told them I appreciated their interest and wished them luck in finding something for the daughter. It was a nice 20 minute conversation with the ladies, telling them about my first car (a $500 Ford Tempo) and swapping stories, jokes, etc.

Later on, I figured I needed a birdhouse to attach to my tree, and possibly some wind chimes to spruce up the front entrance of the house. So, I headed over to Greenland, which is a massive greenhouse-ery place. Didn't see anything I liked, except for this:

A disgustingly cute little cat, who was waiting for me by my Jeep as I was about to leave. I really, REALLY wished I could have taken him home, put a bottle in his mouth and cradle him in my arms as I make cooing sounds. It was a really cute cat, who had this Ying-Yang sort of look with half his face a Tabby sort of color, and the other half black.

Petted him for a few minutes and made sure not to run him over as I reversed on the way out.

Mm, and later in the day, I was supposed to be meeting with this girl here, named Stephanie:

Hmm. That's not her, but it's a funny picture right? I'm too lazy to go through the motions of taking a screenshot. That picture will have to do. For now.

So, yeah.. Stephanie was supposed to come to the Fort (for the first time ever), and I suggested we could do the Downtown Diner and then give her a tour of some of the stuff around here. She said she was excited and couldn't wait to see me, and at around 530, I started getting myself ready.

Then she texts and says she's chickening out.

I was curious, I mean.. why? Seems like she was nervous. REALLY nervous. Which was odd, since talking on the phone with her earlier on, didn't seem to indicate anything was wrong. Plus, she swore like a sailor, dropping F-bombs in all of her sentences. Hrmph. There was some revealing photos of herself she sent me, and...

Eh, it doesn't matter. She said she was nervous and wasn't going to come. Upon further questioning, I began to figure out what she was so concerned about.

Apparently, I'm too handsome and smart and kind, and whatever.

Yeah. Me, this big dork, with the big nose, and a bit of a speech impediment, is TOO handsome and good for her.

Looking at her photos, she's really kind of attractive. Blond, green eyes, long hair, nice curvy figure. But she thinks she's "fat" and that I'm going to "run away" when I see her.

I tried everything to put her at ease. Made every suggestion I could think of, nothing worked. The last message I got from her was, "I'm hiding under the covers!" and there was these four scared looking emoticon faces following it.

At first, I thought her nervousness was just an act, and so was that statement about how handsome I apparently was. So, I didn't believe her. But the more I pressed on, the more it seemed like she was telling me the truth.

I don't get it. I AM NOT some kind of heartthrob. I play video games for fucks sake. I have teddy bears in my office. There's a rubber duck in my bathtub. I spent forty dollars on an E.T. figurine at the flea market. If anything, I'm worse than a dork. I'm a geek. A dorky geek.

But, whatever. I texted her advice on.. eh, it doesn't matter. Date didn't happen. And I don't know if it ever will. She's not writing me back and I think she fell asleep while under those covers.

Anyways, not much of a blog post today. I'd rather not be discussing my day-to-day life all the time, and I really should go back to doing essays on topics that I'm interested in. But I haven't had a whole lot of time to really think and ponder the big philosophical questions that I usually busy myself with. I've been pretty busy doing stuff around the house, hanging out with Justin or with my mom, doing shopping, writing blog entries, cooking, cleaning, etc. etc.

And yeah, that too.

Thinking about.

Yep.

Yeah.

New day, same old thoughts.