I am tempted to share the unfiltered thoughts running through my head but it is more fun to hint at it and not because the firm of Spaner, Schlatter and Ripper are under my employ.
So as you dance through the sea of junkies, hicks from Arkansas and ignorance here are things to read or not read.
Got to say this old blog is doing a tremendous job of driving traffic, not too shabby. Maybe it is not old and broken.
Fragments Of a Tale
She said we were only friends and that I shouldn't expect anything more to come from it but I didn't know whether to believe her or not.
You can blame my confusion upon our having slept together on a number of different occasions. The first time it happened was a surprise to both of us or so I had thought. Conversation with a dear friend of the fairer sex suggested that there might have been more planning involved than I knew.
"We know within moments of meeting you whether you might have the right stuff to end up in our beds. But there are a million different things that can make or break that for you."
I laughed and told her I thought the million different things was the biggest crock I have ever heard of but admitted I had learned to be relatively silent.
"Silence can be your friend. You don't want to be too quiet because that can wreck your chances, but too much talking can kill it for you too. There was a guy in my physics class I was really hot for. One night I was determined to make things happen and then he just killed my mood with stupid comments."
Well I must not have said anything really stupid nor done anything really offensive on the day in question because two hours of studying for a history midterm led to the best seven minutes of her life..
Ok, I can't say for certain that it was the best seven minutes of her life but the moment we share was short enough to me to be somewhat embarrassed and obvious enough for her to smile and say it was ok.
A quick nap followed and redemption was earned later but that wasn't enough to keep us from going our separate ways. It wasn't for lack of effort on my part, she just wasn't interested. I chased and pursued for a while and then gave up because I wasn't getting anywhere.
Lack of pursuit led to more interest and another moment shared in the blankets. This time was far different.I was much more comfortable but she seemed far more distant and I wondered if I was pinch hitting for someone else.
Time passed again and there were a few shared moments but nothing to write home about. Graduation came and went and we forgot about each other and things might have stayed that way had it not been for a party.
The food and drinks were good but the company was not so we left and wandered around laughing about how unexpected it had been to bump into each other.
Midway through our walk I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard. For a moment she kissed me back and then stopped.
"I want to, but I am involved with someone."
I nodded my head and walked her to her car. Ten minutes later we came up for air long enough for her to politely tell me to go. She wanted to go farther but she was involved. This was fun. It was good. It was chemical. It was too much and it was over.
It was a bad date movie being played out in real life. Frustrated and flustered I watched her give me a half-hearted smile and a "take care of yourself" as she drove away.
For three days I spent my free time staying busy so that I wouldn't think about her. She said she couldn't and that she was involved. There were lots of other women, why try to catch the one I couldn't have.
Day four came and I had had enough of wondering and wanting. I did some research, found her telephone number and called her.
"We are just friends. That is all we can be."
Those words echoed in my head.
"If I hadn't been a gentleman you wouldn't have stopped me. You would have gone with the moment...gladly.
There was a long pause and then a response.
"You are probably right, I would have. But is that really how you want me. Do you want the sort of mercy moment that some girls give guys?"
I didn't know how to respond to that. Was it a test? Did she want me to show that I would fight for her? Was I supposed to tell her I had to find out what we could be together or was it exactly as it sounded.
I paused, closed my eyes and saw her eyes staring back at me. I could feel her body pressed up against mine and I remembered how for just a moment she kissed me back. It hadn't been a reaction, it was voluntary.
"Action speak louder than words. You can say what you want. You can claim that we are only friends but I think you are lying to yourself. That is not how I want to go through life. I don't know what to make of anything, but I know there is something here."
She asked me now to make it any harder and I told her it was her fault. When we hung up the phone I closed my eyes again and wondered what the hell had happened. Something had changed and I wasn't quite sure what it was.
I just knew that when I went to sleep it was with her scent in my nose and the feel of her body against mine.
This is what they call a "real predicament."
You can blame my confusion upon our having slept together on a number of different occasions. The first time it happened was a surprise to both of us or so I had thought. Conversation with a dear friend of the fairer sex suggested that there might have been more planning involved than I knew.
"We know within moments of meeting you whether you might have the right stuff to end up in our beds. But there are a million different things that can make or break that for you."
I laughed and told her I thought the million different things was the biggest crock I have ever heard of but admitted I had learned to be relatively silent.
"Silence can be your friend. You don't want to be too quiet because that can wreck your chances, but too much talking can kill it for you too. There was a guy in my physics class I was really hot for. One night I was determined to make things happen and then he just killed my mood with stupid comments."
Well I must not have said anything really stupid nor done anything really offensive on the day in question because two hours of studying for a history midterm led to the best seven minutes of her life..
Ok, I can't say for certain that it was the best seven minutes of her life but the moment we share was short enough to me to be somewhat embarrassed and obvious enough for her to smile and say it was ok.
A quick nap followed and redemption was earned later but that wasn't enough to keep us from going our separate ways. It wasn't for lack of effort on my part, she just wasn't interested. I chased and pursued for a while and then gave up because I wasn't getting anywhere.
Lack of pursuit led to more interest and another moment shared in the blankets. This time was far different.I was much more comfortable but she seemed far more distant and I wondered if I was pinch hitting for someone else.
Time passed again and there were a few shared moments but nothing to write home about. Graduation came and went and we forgot about each other and things might have stayed that way had it not been for a party.
The food and drinks were good but the company was not so we left and wandered around laughing about how unexpected it had been to bump into each other.
Midway through our walk I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard. For a moment she kissed me back and then stopped.
"I want to, but I am involved with someone."
I nodded my head and walked her to her car. Ten minutes later we came up for air long enough for her to politely tell me to go. She wanted to go farther but she was involved. This was fun. It was good. It was chemical. It was too much and it was over.
It was a bad date movie being played out in real life. Frustrated and flustered I watched her give me a half-hearted smile and a "take care of yourself" as she drove away.
For three days I spent my free time staying busy so that I wouldn't think about her. She said she couldn't and that she was involved. There were lots of other women, why try to catch the one I couldn't have.
Day four came and I had had enough of wondering and wanting. I did some research, found her telephone number and called her.
"We are just friends. That is all we can be."
Those words echoed in my head.
"If I hadn't been a gentleman you wouldn't have stopped me. You would have gone with the moment...gladly.
There was a long pause and then a response.
"You are probably right, I would have. But is that really how you want me. Do you want the sort of mercy moment that some girls give guys?"
I didn't know how to respond to that. Was it a test? Did she want me to show that I would fight for her? Was I supposed to tell her I had to find out what we could be together or was it exactly as it sounded.
I paused, closed my eyes and saw her eyes staring back at me. I could feel her body pressed up against mine and I remembered how for just a moment she kissed me back. It hadn't been a reaction, it was voluntary.
"Action speak louder than words. You can say what you want. You can claim that we are only friends but I think you are lying to yourself. That is not how I want to go through life. I don't know what to make of anything, but I know there is something here."
She asked me now to make it any harder and I told her it was her fault. When we hung up the phone I closed my eyes again and wondered what the hell had happened. Something had changed and I wasn't quite sure what it was.
I just knew that when I went to sleep it was with her scent in my nose and the feel of her body against mine.
This is what they call a "real predicament."
Free Writing
People ask me to tell them the story behind my story because they want to know about the tale behind my tales but I refuse to tell.
Don't ask the magician to share their secret because when you do the mystery of the magic is removed and you lose something more special than you can imagine.
It doesn't really matter much because ultimately I refuse to say more than I have and share more than you have seen.
There are limits to what I will reveal and I simply won't bend. Those few who find their way into the inner circle may learn more but even then it is questionable.
Some of it is because experience has taught me to keep my own counsel for I won't betray myself as others have done. Trust is a commodity and I am cautious with mine.
Don't ask the magician to share their secret because when you do the mystery of the magic is removed and you lose something more special than you can imagine.
It doesn't really matter much because ultimately I refuse to say more than I have and share more than you have seen.
There are limits to what I will reveal and I simply won't bend. Those few who find their way into the inner circle may learn more but even then it is questionable.
Some of it is because experience has taught me to keep my own counsel for I won't betray myself as others have done. Trust is a commodity and I am cautious with mine.
Business To Attend To
Won't be long before the Traveling Jack show leaves for places and parts unknown. Got people to see, cities to visit and stuff to attend to.
Drew Carey Theme
Dallas Theme
Miami Vice
Magnum PI
Sometimes life is a real kick in the pants. Never know where you'll go and what you will do.
Drew Carey Theme
Dallas Theme
Miami Vice
Magnum PI
Sometimes life is a real kick in the pants. Never know where you'll go and what you will do.
Friday Afternoon Music
Babe I'm Gonna Leave You- Led Zeppelin
Your Time Is Gonna Come- Led Zeppelin
Hard Hearted Hannah- Ray Charles
Woke Up This Morning- A3
How To Save A Life- The Fray
Praan- Garry Schyman
Love Without End, Amen- George Strait
What I Got- Sublime
Goodbye
Brokeback Mountain Soundtrack
And much, much more.
Your Time Is Gonna Come- Led Zeppelin
Hard Hearted Hannah- Ray Charles
Woke Up This Morning- A3
How To Save A Life- The Fray
Praan- Garry Schyman
Love Without End, Amen- George Strait
What I Got- Sublime
Goodbye
Brokeback Mountain Soundtrack
And much, much more.
The Hot Tip
Here is the hot tip: The first link offers a chance to win a $25 gift card to Subway.
- How Many Bloggers Does It Take To Make a Sandwich
- A Reading Comprehension Experiment
- Barry Manilow Could Be A Blogger
- Your Blog Is Like A Village
- Betrayed
- Come Sail With The Dread Pirate Roberts
The Stories I Don't Tell
The stories I don't tell/share here are often far more interesting than what I do write about here, but there are boundaries in blogging.
And some boundaries simply aren't broken. While I may not fear to cross some lines there are others that remain untouchable because some things will always remain off limits.
What you see isn't always what you get.
And some boundaries simply aren't broken. While I may not fear to cross some lines there are others that remain untouchable because some things will always remain off limits.
What you see isn't always what you get.
From The Archive
Wrestling with code- that is what I have been doing for about 5 minutes now. That is because I screwed something up, but I don't have time to stick around here.
Unfortunately there are other things that are more important than making this look exactly as I want and wish it to.
With some luck that won't prevent you from taking time to read through. There are some older posts here that were fun to look at. Some of the comments made me snort, reminded me of promises made and promises broken.
Life is nothing but interesting.
Unfortunately there are other things that are more important than making this look exactly as I want and wish it to.
With some luck that won't prevent you from taking time to read through. There are some older posts here that were fun to look at. Some of the comments made me snort, reminded me of promises made and promises broken.
Life is nothing but interesting.
Another Meme- 7 Things
Is Sex Necessary? Can you Have Too Much?
What If I Had Died- Reflections On The Accident
Favorite Posts
A Little Digestive Distress- Chicken Vindaloo
I Won't Back Down
You Used To Let Me See You
Sometimes Daddies Get Scared Too
- Too Much Information- The Girl in the Men's Room
- My Son & The Strip Club
- Rules For Life
- Dear Santa Take a Memo
- The Auto Flush
Going After What I Want
This isn't a real post. It is a short break from the work that I do to pay the bills. This is just me clearing my head so I can finish something else.
And that leads me to somewhere else, a thought about finishing something else. It is what I am doing now. I am finishing something else that will lead to the next place.
Transition. I am in transition and I am excited and nervous, but in a good way. The train has left the station and the engine is chugging down the line, there is no turning back and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Read this once or read it twice- the end result is the same thing. I am going after what I want.
And that leads me to somewhere else, a thought about finishing something else. It is what I am doing now. I am finishing something else that will lead to the next place.
Transition. I am in transition and I am excited and nervous, but in a good way. The train has left the station and the engine is chugging down the line, there is no turning back and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Read this once or read it twice- the end result is the same thing. I am going after what I want.
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