Diary of an Aging Pervert: September 2006

Diary of an Aging Pervert

ADULT CONTENT WITHIN. People describe me as a really nice guy. Fuck that shit.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Ok, this was a fun conversation.

BUZZ!!!
BUZZ!!!
bjmaple1966: hello! a/s/l?
SumOne6246: 48/m/md
SumOne6246: was that all you wanted?
bjmaple1966: wanna chat?
SumOne6246: bout what?
bjmaple1966: anything? U sound so uptight!
bjmaple1966: GRUMPY are u
SumOne6246: rough day. I'm ready for it to be over.
bjmaple1966: r u @ work?
SumOne6246: Yep
SumOne6246: what about you?
bjmaple1966: @ home just relaxin'
bjmaple1966: wut do u do?
SumOne6246: Lucky. Where's home for you?
bjmaple1966: manitoba, canada and u?
SumOne6246: Baltimore, Maryland
bjmaple1966: cool
SumOne6246: yeah, it's a nice place to call home
bjmaple1966: diddo
SumOne6246: I've never been to canada. But hope to get there some day.
bjmaple1966: its a nice place. Wanna come for coffee? LOL
SumOne6246: I'd love to.
bjmaple1966: see ya in a few minutes then?
SumOne6246: I'll have to drive fast.
SumOne6246: how old are you?
brown eyes: 40 and u?
SumOne6246: 48.
brown eyes: cool
SumOne6246: cute puppy there
brown eyes: thanks! I'm hoping to get a pomeranian though
brown eyes: so wut do you look like?
SumOne6246: hold on, I'll show you
brown eyes: okay
brown eyes: r u married?
SumOne6246: Yes. with two kids
brown eyes: wut r u doin' chattin' then
SumOne6246: making new friends.
brown eyes: is that all?
SumOne6246: That's what I look like.
brown eyes: thats wat they all say. Have a nice day.
SumOne6246: um... what's what they all say?
brown eyes: I don't appreciate a man who cheats! See Ya!
SumOne6246: Hey, doll. Just because you're here trying to get laid, doesn't mean every one is. You have to learn not to be so judgmental!
SumOne6246: especially since you're the one who approached me.
brown eyes: yeah but u didn't tell me u were married! U obviously aren't happy with ur relationship why ur talkin' to other women!
SumOne6246: It's a "parenting" room. It's where people come to talk about their children.
brown eyes: don't wanna get CAUGHT huh!!!
SumOne6246: You're quite a piece of work. you come into the wrong room and start throwing around accuzations.

She stopped responding after that.

If some one could fill me in on this "married people aren't allowed to chat online" rule, I'd much appreciate it.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

A jolt of reality

One of the things that helps us through grief is the intrusion of reality. We seclude ourselves both mentally and physically to deal with, work through, process our thoughts and emotions, but it's not until real life comes knocking on the door to drag us back with it that we're able to really get past the grief. First we see the world around us carrying on normally and we think "don't you know what's happened?" or "if you only knew what I've just been through." But the world goes on and eventually we join it.

The funeral was Monday. The deceased was an infant (pre-infant, really), discovered dead by the doctor at the mother's last pre-natal exam on her due date. She and Mrs. A. are friends. I was there as moral support. Tragic circumstances. I felt grief for the family and the lost child. And although I lothe even trying to compare or quantify such matters, one can, I'm sure, understand that while what I felt was sincere, it was by no means deep, and intense. Reality, or to use a better word, "Normallity" for me was a mere step away. In fact, while others were absorbed in the moment, walled off from every earthly thing by their grief and sorrow, I was straddling both both worlds. Empathising. Feeling their sadness. But also hearing the traffic. Watching the people in the surrounding neighborhoods. Wondering how I was going to get my work done the next day when I returned to my office.

The jolt came as we were all leaving. I was still feeling the moment, but mentally looking for the opportunity to take that mere step back. Walking along the line of cars parked alongside the road. The hearse was gone. I was taking note of my surroundings. Looking at the types of vehicles people were driving (the minister arrived in a pick-up truck). Reading bumper stickers. That's when I saw it...

"I (heart) Road Head."