Happy Thursday, bitches! It's November! Mid-to-late November!
I don't really have much to say lately. I'm plugging along, just working, going home, working out (not as often as I should), getting into The Wire, enjoying the Trail Blazers, seeing the kids every couple days at the very least. All the divorce paperwork is done, the manditory "parenting after divorce" class taken, the paperwork refiled - TWICE - because the ex didn't bother to read her own lawyer's work.
Mistake one: they screwed up the child support. In my favor. Could have really helped the finances, but that's not how I roll. Not when the kids are involved. Mistake two: they put in a line to give the wife back her old name. Not a big deal to me. Except they moved to put her back to her LAST last name, which was the married name from go-round number 1. She didn't even catch it until I told her, a week after the papers were filed with the court.
"They wrote WHAT? And you knew? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I assumed you read the documents, and it's none of my business. It was your former professional name, so I figured you wanted to go back to it."
Oy.
So I should be divorced any time now. May even already be done. Yippee.
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So anyway, I won a couple tickets to a show at Doug Fir for Saturday night. Just sent in an email off their weekly newsletter, not even sure who the band is. And I decided - well shit. I'm free to be a grown up without kids until Sunday evening. And I don't have plans. And it was the end of the workday. And the girl from work, she of the shit-eat dilemma, was walking by, heading home. So I said goodnight to her, then called her into my office. And the conversation went something like this:
But for the first time in 15-20 years I made an attempt at asking somebody out. And despite the crushing rejection and the body shot to my already-damaged ego I feel ok about it, because I fucking TRIED. And for me that's a huge step. I'm still going to die alone with no human contact for the last 5 or 6 decades of my life, but at least I will have tried.
So anyway, I won a couple tickets to a show at Doug Fir for Saturday night. Just sent in an email off their weekly newsletter, not even sure who the band is. And I decided - well shit. I'm free to be a grown up without kids until Sunday evening. And I don't have plans. And it was the end of the workday. And the girl from work, she of the shit-eat dilemma, was walking by, heading home. So I said goodnight to her, then called her into my office. And the conversation went something like this:
So. So much for that. It may have been the fastest rejection in the history of the world."Hey, do you have plans this wee..."
"Yes"
But for the first time in 15-20 years I made an attempt at asking somebody out. And despite the crushing rejection and the body shot to my already-damaged ego I feel ok about it, because I fucking TRIED. And for me that's a huge step. I'm still going to die alone with no human contact for the last 5 or 6 decades of my life, but at least I will have tried.
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