…or am I just apathetic? Well, I don’t know, and I don’t care!
Sorry for the old joke. I thought of it because when I was responding to a question in the comments I got to thinking about my days as a mailman and some of the shit I would say to my supervisor. My being a smart-ass ultimately led to discipline and to me becoming a union steward to defend myself and other like-minded individuals. Which eventually resulted in my promotion to the management team in labor relations. By the end of my career journey, I was the Human Resources Manager for USFK/8th Army in Korea. It was quite a ride with lots of trials, tribulations, and adventures along the way. I mostly enjoyed the hell out of it.
Ah, well. I’m just another old man remembering the glory days.
Here in the present, life keeps plodding forward. Although I guess it might seem like a broken record. Geez, even my metaphors are aged. Who even remembers playing a damaged album on a record player? Anyway, you know what I mean. I hope.
Dinner at John’s Sushi and Steak last night. Although I had neither.
Yes, you read that right. I did indeed have a “date”.
As hard as it may be to believe, this 66-year-old man was out on the town and dining with a sweet 23-year-old woman. It was Joy’s idea to get together, although she had something else in mind. I wasn’t in the mood for tomfoolery, so I invited her to dinner instead. I gave her a nice tip for her trouble and time at the end of the evening. I guess that’s a win-win.
Honestly, I’m tired of questioning the lifestyle and my motives. It is what it is and I may as well make the best of it and enjoy myself. I’m a failure at love relationships but I can partake in the company of various young women to help fill the void. Maybe that’s enough.
After saying goodnight to Joy, I had some beers with Agnes at It Doesn’t Matter. I teased the owner about adding “we provide prompt service no matter how long it takes” as the bar’s motto, but I guess he didn’t see the humor in it. He said they will be making some changes to speed things up. I felt bad because I wasn’t really complaining, just trying to make a joke. Ah well.
I finished my night at one of the new places in town:
Thanks for dropping by. It’s good to have folks to share my glory days with.
In fact I think I'm going down to the well tonight And I'm gonna drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it But I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture A little of the glory yeah Well time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but Boring stories of Glory days, well they'll pass you by Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days
Mr. Mccrarey. Did you have get an official title, a nickname or nom de guerre ? Sir Mccrarey is what the Barretto lasses call you.
My favorite line of this entry : You’re finally tired of questioning your lifestyle or your motives. Some say a sense of moral/conscience/guilt is important 👌
But it does hamper one’s enjoyment of life.
Rich happy people never talk about karma 🙄 Only jealous bitter people are always harping on about karma and whether they really should enjoy that one more beer 🍺
But I digress
My question to you today is : why not promote Joy to your number 1 FOB ? I mean, other than the fact that she has a live-in boyfriend, she seems to be quite okay with being seen with you in public 😏 I am not being facetious here; there are some young girls who will enjoy the romping in private but would balk at being seen with a mature fella during daylight . Some may feel that their reputation is tarnished. Of all your special friends, Joy seems content to even be photographed to and from your dwelling, knowing not whence that image might end up. Of course this is not the first Joy you have had, but I am sure you agree that this one is rather prettier 😉 😜 Of course , you’re more than likely more in the performance aspect of this encounter 😉, but more hopeful for that all-forgotten social aspect, the art of conversation, the human connection. 3 of your readers will be here soon to let you know that the age, social class, nationality ,race, education and interests don’t bode well for this pairing to result in a harmonious relationship, but I say 😀 so what ?
You’re tired of second-guessing your choices and judging your feelings and actions. You don’t need to be your own hater. I’m sure you got real haters out there, why add all that stress into your life anyway.
If dinner and drinks with small talk is what you enjoy, then keep on keeping on .
Yesterday you mentioned that you just stumbled upon chances and opportunities by being willing to do things you enjoyed. Here’s your chance to continue stumbling into good things. 👍
Historians will say of you : that Mccrarey boy just stumbled into the good life and enjoyed it 😀 that is the best life
cheesesteak + bulgogi = interesting combination
Did Joy’s tacos explode on her, or did she figure out a dainty way to eat them without mishap?
Ah, Springsteen. Another wokie. But if you stop listening to wokies, who’s left to listen to aside from twangy, nasal country-music singers (shudder)?
James, thanks for the interesting insights in your comment.
Re: Joy–She seems sweet and not nearly as jaded as many bargirls with more experience become. Actually, I tease her about the “brother” watching her kids while she works and she is adamant that it is the truth. I don’t have evidence otherwise, I’m just naturally suspicious. Also, her two young children are her priority (as they should be) so things I’d want from a pretend girlfriend, like overnight stays and travel, are not in the cards. For now, she’ll just remain an occasional companion.
Here’s to hoping I stumble upon a Miss Right to share this wonderful life. I’d really love to have a partner who enjoyed doing the hikes and Hash with me. She’s out there somewhere.
Kevin, Yeah, I kinda ordered the bulgogi as an afterthought but it came out first, so it made for a nice appetizer. Joy loved it more than her tacos. Those taco shells were more like the ones you described as being best–firm, but not crunchy. They had enough flexibility to absorb the impact of teeth without exploding.
Indeed, I thought of what a douche Springsteen is when I posted that video, but it’s the music that matters, not the man. I like country music too, though, and it’s not all twangy these days. I’ll have to expose you to some of my favorites and try to open that mind! 🙂