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I had written a version of this on Friday afternoon, but then lost it due to the infamous back button.


Anyway...

Seasonal Affective Order just kicked my ass today. My house is chilly enough where I can feel it and this getting dark early...boooooooooooo.

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Also not helping with the above is teenagery teenagerdom. My diary on Friday was largely about how LO is doing well with driving, she's happy and content and less restless than ever overall. I'm glad she didn't do a fall sport as she's able to get things done and not be tired all the time. She's found a newish group of crew girls to hang out with so that makes me happy. And she's not dating anyone right now but has contingency plans for prom if it comes to that (as the other girls aren't dating so it might be a high school girl solidarity thing).

However, I still have to be on her ass at night (especially weekends) where she doesn't, truly doesn't like the 11PM young driver curfew. "But Mom, I'll only get a ticket if I do get caught." she tells me. "That isn't the point, LO." I respond back. There is also a 6 month long limit on passengers which she...does not like either.

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In other news, school was in the news earlier this week, as you might have heard of it. The alarming part is that her cohort is currently in the midst of senior year - applying to college and thinking of getting the hell out of here, not angsty revenge shit. I do understand the notebook was discovered by usually unflappable kids who were disturbed enough to show it to an adult. No weapons were found, but the year's biggest school pep rally was scheduled for last Friday, thus the extra precautions.

And on Friday morning, I got a text from LO about a number of kids, including LO's male BFF's stepbrothers, were caught drinking on campus. As if the week hadn't been stressful enough for everyone.

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Last week I hung out with the dreamy Rutgers guy, but it was "not a date" because he "just wants to be friends". I went anyway, because why not. And it was oh so not a date. (I don't think he knows how to date but that is nether here nor there.) He's still in his head about his marital separation and the stresses with his kids. We met up at a small show in a hipster bar. He did seem pleased to see me and we chatted while listening to the bands and me shotgunning two craft beers. As we were across Philly, I had to leave a little earlier than the last act to catch the last train home as it was a school night. I gave him a quick non-thinking hug, and left. He seemed happy to be hugged and texted me afterwards. I haven't heard from him since, but after the hug...I get the feeling I could chase him if I wanted.

Also, Rutgers guy suggested that I bring a pair of earplugs for the show. I honestly had never really thought about it before. But oh my god, I grabbed a cheap pair at the pharmacy and I have to tell you I felt like a goddamned human the day after. It was a miracle. I'm never going to a show without earplugs now.

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And on Friday night, I managed to go on another date (this time a real date) with a guy who had been in contact with me since January 2010 on a certain dating site. Up until last week, he'd email with me a few times and then drop off. He seemed a bit more interested this past week and I made sure to follow up with him, because why the hell not? After getting his number, I got him to offer up Friday as a night to go out.

I dressed up and went to a restaurant/bar in the next town (which was still a little close to home as LO loves hanging at the cookie shop across the street from it, but whatever). Made it there a bit earlier than him as he had traffic, managed to order a beer, dork on my phone and relax. He walked in, introduced himself and he looked nothing like I expected. I expected a high strung medical professional and he was this gregarious, laid back local Philly guy. Mid 40s, salt and pepper hair, big fella but fit. Never married (but once engaged), no kids. He has a PharmD and works for a local hospital in clinical practice. Work for him includes working a weekend a month and doing rounds. He's also going back to school for a management degree (or certificate?). As it turns out, he lives in the same town and went to the same high school (same year, I think) as the founder of the company I work for. He's a former rower and loved hearing about LO's experience with the sport.

So, the three hours went by quick. We couldn't exactly bar hop as he had to work the weekend. At one point, we were talking about something and he responded with, "Oh the beers are just here because I'm nervous." He did go to the men's room three times and he only had two beers. I did tease him a little about him falling out of touch and he responded with "Well, I got kinda busy." When it was time to go, he did walk me to my car and gave me a kiss or two goodnight and he said that he'd like to see me again and it might be early but would Tuesday be ok. I told him I'd be around. He did text me to make sure I got home, but I haven't heard from him since Saturday morning. Due to his nervousness and past flaky behavior, I'll ping him on Tuesday if I don't hear from him. But hey, maybe he won't flake.

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This is neither here nor there, but I am taking a little break - whether this guy actually goes out with me or not - from that particular dating site. This past weekend, I set up email filters so I don't have to see any of the incoming messages. I'm a bit burned out right now.

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Halloween weekend was a shitshow wrt the opposite sex. There were two guys on Tinder who really wanted to go out to a bar on Halloween and I blew them off because, why walk into that? Then I heard from multiple ex-bfs, including one who wanted to be Facebook friends and then K, who [paraphrased] "was coming into town on the 14th for work and would I like to see him but he understood if this wasn't a good time for me." Yep, didn't respond to that text either (and I would like to banish it from my headspace thankyouverymuch).

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Work is...well... my passionate losing myself in my work muse hasn't returned since the stress of the summer...so work is hard right now. Not sure what to do about that.

But I feel a lot better writing this diary out.

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Kids these days by georgeha (2.00 / 0) #1 Mon Nov 10, 2014 at 09:10:53 AM EST
they don't like Mondays.


Are you sure about "just a ticket"? by gzt (2.00 / 0) #2 Mon Nov 10, 2014 at 11:06:49 AM EST
In my state, the driver generally isn't allowed to complete their drive home, so they must be retrieved. This is very inconvenient for everybody.

Whether this is true or not in your state... by gzt (2.00 / 0) #3 Mon Nov 10, 2014 at 11:07:34 AM EST
...you can say it is (or at least sometimes happens depending on police mood).

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I don't know by yankeehack (2.00 / 0) #5 Mon Nov 10, 2014 at 01:31:22 PM EST
I don't care either way mainly because LO knows that I'd encourage the cop to give her a hard time as her grandfather is a retired LEO.

Our local police force is pretty involved with the kids (some of them are coaches and serve in the community) as it stands. Even during the press conference for that thing which happened last week, the police chief felt bad about arresting the kid for what could be "a prank" (his awkward words) but he wanted to get her help and make sure that nothing happened.
"...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB

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also re: earplugs by gzt (2.00 / 0) #4 Mon Nov 10, 2014 at 11:12:29 AM EST
there are special ear plugs designed for musicians that attempt to uniformly reduce volume - typical earplugs might be better at damping either the high or low end (i forget which), which changes the character of the sound.

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Yeah by yankeehack (2.00 / 0) #6 Mon Nov 10, 2014 at 01:35:29 PM EST
the date had a pair of those special earplugs. For me, the sound was just muffled, but I didn't mind...no headachey ear ringing the day after.

Fun fact: LO wouldn't mind if I did damage my hearing a bit more as we fight about how loud she is in the house.
"...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB

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