I bought a six pack of Sam Adams Octoberfest beer last week. It was. Well it was okay I guess. I poured two of the bottles into the huge beer mug I got as a gift from a friend 10 years ago. I drank it, repeated this twice and was a tad tipsy, but not at all drunk.
Got up the next morning to go to the Farmers Market. It was cold. It was windy, and I swear I was the only non farmer there. They're closing up Oct 17, but man if they get crappy weather the next three weeks I wouldn't blame them for not coming in at all.
Anyway, I picked up an onion, some yellow potatoes, and then walked to the meat table. They have free range hens,and they sell eggs, that are...yummy. I glanced at the board and saw that they had eggs with them, and I noticed they also had bacon. Well. I asked to see her bacon. Frozen, of course, no nitrates, and from happy piggies. $4.50 a pound.
What I like about this table is, the gal explains every thing, and she started to do so this time too. Granted I didn't waver or even hint that I wasn't going to buy the package of bacon she had pulled outta the cooler, but she went on with this:
It's frozen, comes in a one pound package. Is it, um just you?"
Um, uh, yeah, just me.
Well what I like to do is partially thaw it, it'll still be good, and then take out what I want.
I smile, and tell her I'll take it. I walk around, and decide I wasn't in the mood to try any of the raw milk from the raw milk table. That guy inda rubs me the wrong way, I dunno what it is, maybe because he sales his items by weight. So I leave and I'm at the second stop sign, when I thought to myself:
Wait, was she trying to find out if I'm single?
Of course I spent the whole ten minute drive home, pondering this. I just wish that I wasn't so damn thick about things like this. Sure odds are she was just being overly helpful, and was not at all interested, but I dunno, I get in this frame of mind when I'm out and about. The only way I can describe it is, unsocialable. Now if I run into someone I know I'll become socialable, but otherwise I'm just in my shell, thinking of what I'll be doing later, or being sad, or being lonely or whatever.
I'm not at all observant of when, if at all, I'm being flirted with, or hit on. Again. I'm not saying she was doing either. And for some reason after I move on I have the thought process of: "wait, was she..." It pisses me off, and I don't know why.
Dollhouse. It's got some potential. Some.
I drank a bottle of Merlot Saturday night. I hate fucking Merlot! Well except this was not too bad. I just like Sideways. And sorta quoting lines from it, sorta incorrectly.
No dating prospects at all. Gal who added me, removed me added me from Facebook, actually did come visit one Friday night, we talked and kissed. We chatted after, and then last night I checked my FB, and removed again. Out of the blue. Done with her now. She can have all the ex-cons she can find.
Borders gal, who wanted to go out again, and was really really persistent, was, non committal when I relented and asked her out again. So she's a definiete no go.
Gal who I dated twice, a few months ago, is 'seeing someone now, but thanks for asking!'
Work is driving me crazy, but that's for a hole entry.
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