fully aggravated

 can't find the dongle thing for my keyboard and mouse so i'm trying to type on a laptop with long nails......grrrr.

Busy day - today i work remote and during lunch i have to run to the police station and give them my fingerprints and money.  I let my pistol permit expire, for like, years, and now i had to start all over again. I've been trying to get my prints done since June.  This town isn't a big fan of permits.

Still doing it.

And then, before the years end i will own a gun.   

I've got friends with guns so i can try out a bunch but i have my own thoughts and I think it's pretty personal.....like asking what color underware i have on.  None of your damn business.  Both do the job without you knowing anything about them.

hahahaha.

Last night after work i met a man at the canal and went for a walk on the walking path.  Only 2 miles.  One mile out and then back.  We sat and talked until it started getting dark and when the last people came t get in their car I made sure i was right behind them in mine.  I don't care how nice a man is, i'm not sitting in the dark in an empty parking lot with him. 

They all seem nice.

Anyhoo.  He said all the right things, has a nice appearance and seems normal.  Has two bikes and apologized because he prefers the Honda over the Harley.  Weird thing to say.  Everyone knows Harleys are a pain in the ass high maintenance bike........If i was riding i'd take the Honda too.  Does anyone care about that stuff anymore?  

Funny thing is this guy has shoulder problems too.  He's been playing softball for over 40 years and still does....he's 60 and plays with 30 year olds. Okayyyyyy.  I see you Mr. ball player.  This is weird but he kinda reminded me of my father.  His demeanor.  His appearance.  My father had it going on.  The ladies loved him.  

He looked normal too. LOL

Mr. Ball (better name than Mr. Soft) had a few tats on his arm, has a close relationship with his 3 adult kids, all flown the coop, and took his 80 year old Aunt in to live with him.  He has had his job for over 30 years, and seems to know a lot of people.  He did tell me his garage would freak me out because he moved from a huge home he built (raised the kids, got a divorce) to a raised ranch.  

Lord please don't be a hoarder.  

Do i feel sparks?  nope.  Did i get weird vibes? nope.  He seems normal.  Respectful, but does have a sense of humor.  I can't picture him busting my ass.....but maybe he will loosen up as we get to know each other.  He's been single for 3 years, divorced for 11 years.......hasn't dated in 3 years.

Thems the basics.

Today i do chores, work, and leave tonight to go to Milford.  We leave early in the morning for Philly and i'm excited to sleep in the backseat with Jen while the guys navigate themselves .........usually it's me in front keeping doug company but now that is Eddies job.  He has a hot date tonight, so he better be up and at em in the morning.  

Yesterday Mr. Cigar friend requested me on Facebook.  After saying he would leave me alone in his last message which i never responded to.  At first I almost accepted.....I KNOW, RIGHT???  That put it in the past mentality isn't going to work with this one.  We aren't friends.  He has no business knowing any of my business.  

Ignore.   Continue to ignore.  It's not harassment yet but it is pathetic.  He has no feelings for me.  This is a tempter tantrum because he cant 'get me to argue or engage with him.  As SOON as i do, he will try to start fucking with my head.  Nope.  No thank you.  

The thoughts that occur to me is that it's always the dickheads that return for more games.  It can't be Mr. Tattoo, or anyone i'd want to talk to......To think i almost fell for this short bald bossy ass man......

So i have to give the nice man a decent try.  He texted me this morning.  Not so much that it makes me wonder if he has a job.  

I can't wait to go away with my friends and just eat good food and relax.