Sometimes you just ain’t in the mood for it, I guess. My scheduled day with the FWB, Joy, and we met as scheduled. In accordance with our routine, I treated her to lunch. This time I chose The Pub.
After our meal, I gave Joy the normal 3500 peso stipend and told her we wouldn’t be going back to my house this time. Said I was tired. We’ll see if I’m still tired of her in two weeks. I may need to start thinking of an extraction strategy.
Played in the dart tournament at Alley Cats last night. First time I’d been out for a couple of weeks and my dart game showed it. Only eight brave souls challenged the stormy weather to attend, so we played a singles tournament. I faced off with Billy, one of the top players, in the first round and she promptly dispatched me to the loser’s bracket with a 2-0 victory. I clawed my way back and faced off against Billy in the semi-finals where I returned the favor, beating her 2-0. Played Beth in the championship round, but I ran out of gas and couldn’t hang with her. Second place was better than I expected, and probably deserved, though.
Facebook memories reminded me of my final commute home from work at the United States Department of Education in Washington, DC.
I guess in a way it was two lifetimes ago. I had the Korean life ahead of me and now I’m doing the Philippines life. Who knows what, if anything, is coming next? I’m just taking things one day at a time now and working hard at being satisfied with good enough.
My diet discipline has not been good enough, however. I’m going to have to come up with some new strategies.
Still raining but now we are getting some pretty strong winds to go with it. I’m waiting for the trees that block my view to blow over, no luck with that yet, though. I got caught in a squall on the dog walk this morning. Wind and rain so hard that I took refuge in the carport of a house that’s under construction. The rain looked like waves in the sky which was quite impressive to see. I tried to capture it with the phone camera, but this is the best I could do:
We did a wet Wednesday Walkers hike later in the morning. I’ll share some pictures from that adventure tomorrow.
Keep smiling, bitches!
I guess
BLT
Cheese
might have been a better way to write that.
Congrats on second place, at least. The game of darts is a fickle mistress. As for Joy… I say dump her if you’re on the brink of something more substantive, unless your craving for sex is so acute that you have to bang someone so as not to explode. A classmate in college used to joke about the condition he called DSB, short for Deadly Sperm Buildup, his term for blue balls.
Continued good luck with diet discipline. I feel your pain. For now, I’ve found that reading a novel in the evening—during my intermittent-fasting period, no meals between today’s lunch and tomorrow’s breakfast—distracts me from any food cravings (I’m reading Andy Weir’s Project Hail Mary; Weir wrote The Martian), but I do normally help myself by filling my stomach with fizzy water. I still generally avoid diet drinks, but I’ve succumbed to temptation a couple times. Sweet tooth.
Nothing on the horizon in my love life, substantive or otherwise. Frankly, just getting a little bored with the twice a month routine with Joy. We have very little dialogue due to her lack of English skills (or should I say my lack of Tagalog?). And she too often tries to suck me into the dramas of he life as a poor woman. Eh, we’ll see.
Yeah, I’ve got no room to bitch about my diet escapades when I can still eat, just not always what I want to eat. Unlike some people I know! Curious what the issue is with diet drinks though–no sugar, no carbs, no calories?
It’s been a long time since I’ve read a book. I couldn’t if I wanted to now, my eyes are so bad. I have to close one eye so the words aren’t blurry, but I get fatigued really quickly. Had an appointment today at the eye clinic to get cataracts removed, but they canceled because the doctor wasn’t available. Gonna try again on Saturday.
Diet drinks can provoke the cephalic response, in which the brain signals the pancreas to produce insulin in response to the perception of sweetness. Insulin is a fat-storage hormone, so you can still get fat even with diet drinks. The aspartame in many diet sodas also breaks down into two poisons: formaldehyde and methanol, i.e , embalming fluid and the alcohol that can blind you if consumed.
I thought “Jane” might become a thing, no?
well, shit, maybe that’s why I’m going blind.
I wasn’t sure where the Jane thing would go. Turns out, nowhere. As in, she hasn’t contacted me since our last meeting. I reached out to her once and she was aloof. I guess she decided I wasn’t what she needs or wants.
Sorry to hear it.