The sun is hiding behind the clouds as it so often does this summer. All I wanna do is get baked to a biscuit in its rays. A sleepless night has been well had by yours’ truly, Faith. How could I possibly sleep after such an anti-climactic first date?
How could I possibly! Rhetorical question.
Anti-climactic on my part, not his. Grrrr! This seems to be becoming a habit, as far as my love life is concerned. Not that it’s love, it’s just sex. Sex between virtual strangers. Getting to know one another intimately on first encounter. A favourite of my pastimes.
Except it does so often leave me wanting these days. My dear departed Mama always warned me not to give myself away too quickly but hell, I usually do. Onwards & upwards! So I like to proclaim…perhaps in an effort to convince myself that I haven’t simply cocked up another romance.
Last night’s hotter than hot date, Davey, who happens to be a local fireman & paramedic, was all too familiar with my residence in the locally infamous Granby Centre, when I bravely & boldly disclosed my address to him. Barely a day passes when the Emergency Services aren’t called to The Granby for some reason or another. Davey was more than highly amused when I revealed my address. And I was pleased to amuse him. He had a story or two to tell about my fellow residents.
Davey is currently on 5 weeks annual leave, with 3 left to enjoy. I’m gonna start a fire! My parting shot to him, in jest, was met with laughter.
Psycho bitch from the psych ward! …I also gave him full disclosure about my psychiatric shenanigans during our few hours together, as he had requested. Is absolute honesty the very best policy on a very first date?
It is somewhat highly amusing that I live here in The Salvation Army. Well turned out…well, usually…always well-spoken, well educated & well on the ball I can be when I’m not too busy for my own good being off the wall but I happen to be living in a zombie apocalypse, I kid you not. It took me over 2 years to find my residential arrangement amusing. I am sure Davey is & was suitably horrified behind his mirth.
I do like to lay my cards out on the table on first encounter, perhaps not all of them though. Davey pressed me for details about myself & I complied. Doubtless he’ll steer clear of me in future…sigh. He really seems to have it all together: a degree in business under his belt, a rewarding career as a firefighter & paramedic, a shiny newly renovated home with a view to moving on up & up, a solid gold family life…all the trappings of a modern day made man, it would appear. Everything but a wife & kids.
Romance is probably always on the cards for him. Such a good-looking, hard-working guy. A driven, type A personality. As an up & down, down & out type B slacker these days, I can only admire him. If only he would drop me a line today, oh if only. It would make my made day even better. I’d love to have him in my life as a fixed asset! I get the saddening, maddening feeling that is not to be. Oh well, onwards & upwards, ha!
One fun evening with my firefighting flavour of the moment has burst the bubble of ennui that has been suffocating me for weeks as lockdown drags on. Fuck it, we’re not exactly locked down, are we? About time I find something else to do with my life than pubbing & clubbing & partying. Spending time with Davey has inspired me. My batteries are so fully charged that even though I had not one wink of sleep last night, I am full of beans!
I have been sleeping sooo much of late. Too full of ennui to care to do anything else. Sleeping the summer away…shameful behaviour! No more of that malarkey, I am ready for all that the month of August has to offer & thanking God that it has only just begun.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 