Mostly because I ain’t done nothin’. But here goes anyway.
With a loyal readership comes the sense of obligation to actually post something here every day, even when there is nothing to say. Well, I did post the It Doesn’t Matter bar review earlier, but I don’t consider those to be a replacement for my usual daily dose of drivel. Heh, maybe I should. That’s the problem with Hash Monday. Nothing has happened yet today, and I didn’t do much yesterday, so that leads to shit posts like this.
After I left It Doesn’t Matter, I crossed the highway and went upstairs to Cheap Charlies. My usual crew was naturally happy to see me. And my wallet of course. But you know, I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t enjoy the attention. Especially from Alma. I’ve been knowing her pretty much since I started visiting this bar. She’s not the youngest or the most attractive woman at CC, but she does seem to genuinely like me. She’s in her early 30s and a little chubbier than I normally go for, but I still find her quite sexy in a “girl next door” kind of way. And when she rests her head on my shoulder while she is rubbing my back I can’t help but think this would be nice to come home to every night. Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s a sweet fantasy anyway.
One interesting fact about Alma is that she is a Muslim. She doesn’t dress in the traditional manner, but she is true to the faith in other ways, like no pork and no alcohol. I semi-jokingly asked her last night if she were permitted to have a non-Muslim boyfriend and she insisted that would not be a problem. I had a friend who married a Muslim gal from Indonesia and he actually had to convert (or at least pretend he did) in order to make her his wife. Of course, I’m not a religious man and don’t abide by the tenants tenets of any faith, but I also wouldn’t convert from my agnostic lifestyle either, even for the sake of love.
That’s what I always circle back to–love is pretty to think about but the reality probably just isn’t worth it. It will take a pretty special woman to change my mind about that and she’s going to have find me–I ain’t looking. Much.
I had me some chicken fingers and wingers from the restaurant downstairs. Ordered the girls some pancit which they seemed to enjoy.
Another early night for me, home before 8:00. The 23-year-old asked me to send her a pic before I went to bed. This is what she got:
And that’s more than enough for now. Should have some Hash pictures to brighten your day tomorrow.
She doesn’t dress in the traditional manner, but she is true to the faith in other ways, like no pork and no alcohol.
I’m sure you’re aware that non-halal Muslims abound, just as there are plenty of Jews who don’t think twice about eating pepperoni pizza (which violates kosher several ways: pepperoni is pork, the pig is cloven-hoofed but not a ruminant, and you’re not supposed to eat meat along with milk).
Of course, I’m not a religious man and don’t abide by the tenants of any faith, but I also wouldn’t convert from my agnostic lifestyle either, even for the sake of love.
Spot the vocabulary error.
Oh, shit. Religion must be renting space in my head. Of course, I meant tenets of faith. Jesus, the downward Biden slide continues. You said “error” so I stopped looking after one. I’m guessing I fucked up the punctuation as well–maybe a semicolon after either?
Yeah, I knew that not all Muslim folks are in the burka/hijab-wearing extreme, so I was just trying to figure out where she is on the spectrum. More than in name only, but not a lot more I’m thinking.
You could, arguably, put a comma in front of “either,” but it’s not really necessary, as the style on that point has been changing. Sort of like “Me too” versus “Me, too.” When comma-related styles change, it’s usually to the detriment of the comma. Here as elsewhere, the Brits lead the Americans. They really hate commas over there.
So, I can blame my bad punctuation on my Scottish heritage? Cool! It’s in the genes.
Thanks for the Keith Whitley. I had not heard that song in a long time.