Well-Timed Holiday

Thanksgiving couldn't have come at a better time, it was the perfect excuse to drop off the face of the Earth for a week and put a little distance between myself and the girls I'm involved with. To further sell the "I'm tied up all week" story, my mom was in town and staying with me from Tuesday until last night. I suppose it really wasn't a "story" because even if all the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders wanted to come home with me it would have been logistically impossible with Mamma NN sleeping in the spare room.

After dropping mom off at the train station yesterday afternoon I took advantage of the warm weather and rode the bike to look at a few properties I am interested in. One was in Mt. Pleasant, so I took Connecticut Ave back downtown and stopped en route at a store to pick up some shirts. There were two young female clerks at the store, and since the place was empty they followed me around and kept asking "Can I prepare a dressing room for you?". What does that even mean "prepare" a dressing room? Are they going to paint it my favorite color or something? I just said "I'll let you know if I need to try anything on, thanks."

Clerk 1 was Asian, about 25, a little chunky, but she had a cute face. Even from our short exchanges I could tell she had a wild streak and that she partied her ass off. She was really outgoing and seemed like a lot of fun. Clerk 2 was a tall chick, about 25, maybe middle-eastern, with big brown eyes, a fantastic body, but a mediocre face. When I first walked in I thought she was really hot, but upon closer inspection I saw she wasn't all that great. She was a little shy, but made an effort to be friendly.

I'm 99% sure I could have gotten either of their numbers, they were being overly friendly, even by sales girl standards. In leaner times I probably would have asked Clerk 2 for her number, but with all the nonsense I have going on I decided against it. I briefly considered asking both of them out for drinks when they got off work to see just how wild they were (threesome?), but that seemed like a lot of effort for a Sunday night. I realize it's egotistical to meet two sales girls at a store and think that you can take both of them home. But break it down into smaller, more mangemeable, steps. Is it unreasonable that two girls would want to meet for drinks after work? Not really. Is it unreasonable that after (many) drinks they might want to come back to my place for a dip in the hot tub? Again, not really, it's within the realm of possibility. Is it unlikely that they would both end up in my bed? Yes, I would say that's unlikely. However, strange shit like that happens all the time. Just look at what happened with that Rodeo chick.

Anyway, moving forward. I'm getting kicked out of my house Wednesday night because my sister is having some of her girl friends over for drinks and Kay will be there. I have tickets to a Wizards game, and was going to ask Poonani. I think it will be easier to just go with one of my buddies, and am only going to ask Poonani as a last resort.

I finally met my sister's coworker, the girl that I saw pictures of that I thought was cute. Turns out she's not all that cute, which is really disappointing. If she shows some interest I may take her out to see what she's like. But my initial reaction is that I'm not all that attracted to her.

With mom in town I took every opportunity to get out of the house for some quiet time, and long dog walks were the perfect excuse. I saw Dog Girl a couple of times and made pleasantries once or twice. At 11pm on Wednesday night I was walking the hound down my street and spotted DG and a dude walking towards me. DG was holding his arm, but as I got closer she let go. When I passed them I said "Hey, how's it going tonight?", she said "Good, you?". I said fine, and we all kept walking, but the funny part is the dude puffed out his chest and got all tough and said "Sup". The guy was short and skinny, so his attitude was amusing. I don't think he lives with her because I've never seen him around the neighborhood.

Speaking of walking dogs, I was out early Saturday morning walking the hound down Maryland Ave. My dog goes crazy over squirrels so I have to keep alert and brace myself in the event she lounges after one or risk getting my arm pulled off my body. A few blocks from my house I spotted a squirrel sitting on a low stone wall facing us and eating a nut. He clearly saw us, and my dog somehow overlooked it, so I figured it was no big deal. Plus, the wall was about 8' away from me and my leash is only 6' long. Just as we were about to pass the squirrel, though, the hound spotted it and lept. The suirrel zigged when it should have zagged, and before I could react it was in my dog's mouth. I freaked out and yanked her leash, but it was too late, she had it's torso in her mouth. The squirrel was making these really awful squeeking noises as the dog vicously shook it from side to side. She then pinned the squirrel to the ground and gave it a final bite that produced a gross crunching noise. I said "drop it" which she surprisingly did, but the damage was done, that sucker was dead as Dillinger. It was a rough morning.