So I am now back to reality from my vacation to the mormon state where I did a couple of new things and remembered some of the old. Vacations take alot out of me...I always try to do as much as possible which makes me exhausted when I get home. I did learn more about my brother, how strong he is, how he's handling situations that have been presented to him. It makes me proud to know that he's going to be ok, and that he is going to make a good impression on this world. Also I learned, in his drunken state, that he loves me just as much as I do him. ( I know hallmark moment) he told me that i've made him the person he is today and that he loves me more than anything, and also followed with something about style and music. Don't get me wrong, i love talking to people about both of these things, it's just I thought maybe I could have a better influence. Maybe with morals and goals. I will just take what I can. He's so silly.
As far as men in the great salt lake, I have to say I was more impressed with the ones I cam across than I would have thought. There are two that stick out more than the others. One was a friend of my sisters. "unfortunately" I met him when he was drunk. Introductions were said and before my name left my sisters mouth, he had his hands on my shoulders. You know the creepy, touchy guy. Well that was him...he proceeded to start whispering in my ear. what? I wasn't paying attention, I was slowly easing myself towards the ground with my ear falling away from his mouth. I was hoping that he would realized the awkward tilt of my body, with my sister laughing. But no. So I straightened up, a few more wo feely rds were said and then something along the lines of" would you like to f*ck" poured out of his mouth. (and yes, I think he was serious) I warned him about my slapping capabilities then walked away to hide near my big little bother. To be honest I was laughing but it gave me that sick feeling in my stomach when you know something is wrong but can't really react the way you would like to. Apparently no one sent him the memo about sleazy bar talk isn't the greatest way to send of a good impression.
The other guy was much more memorable. I met him at the tattoo shop. When he first came over It felt like my jaw had dropped for a second when he asked if my brother and I had any questions. That just doesn't happen to me, so I was a little put off guard. he was cute and charming in a weird way. It turned out that he knew a friend of mine from high school. Very strange coincidence. We made small talk as I made an appointment for the following day. As i was leaving I invited him to hang out ( which surprised myself). But he had painting to do that night, which was the weirdest blow off, but whatever. As my brother and I were pulling away he called back to give me the shops email and say that he was sorry he couldn't hang, but he really had to work on a painting for his class. Cool deal. I woke up the next morning to realize that he was in my dream. Not fair I say. Not fair at all. ( why do dreams do that, lead you on and then the next thing you know you are waking up to reality.) Well it was a good day, painful but good. We got a chance to talk more about life's lovely jokes...me mowing a lawn in a dress, relationships. Then I said goodbye and that was it. It's unfortunate that he lives in another state, because he was a pretty cool guy, with interesting quirks, like being a vegan and all. bad timing and thousands of miles away. It always seems to get me.
Back for now, Jaime
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