yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Funny Man So much to tell. Yellowducky's world is looking just a little brighter, a little happier. For many different reasons. My surrogate family was in town this past week. I got my "fatherly lecture" on Thursday. Two hours. He would cring if he knew that's what I called it. He wanted it to be a dialogue, but he can't help himself. He's an educator and he must lecture. I love it. He's the only man on earth who can get away with lecturing me--well, him and "Lil' Boy". That night I went to my Thursday Night class and this guy I've been talking to for a couple weeks came and sat beside me. He asked me out to dinner and to go see "Pirates of Penzance". I love that musical. I grew up watching it with my grandfather. So I said yes. The date was so much fun. The guy was unwittingly hysterical! He kept me laughing without even trying. That or I was just so tired that anything was funny. That's always a possibility with me. Well, it was a great date until the door scene. My nemisis. I swear I just blank out and become a different person. This time I stopped dead in my tracks halfway to my door. He just looked at me as if I was crazy. "I'm assuming you live in a really safe neighborhood," he said. "Yes." "Okay then." He gave me a hug and I bolted toward my door. Throwing over my shoulder, "I had a really good time...thank you." As soon as the door closed behind me I realized what an idiot I'd been. All day Saturday I meant to call him. All day Sunday I meant to call him. I could't do it. He probably thought I was psycho chick. Well, Sunday night one of my friends was over and I was telling him what a fool I'd been. He encouraged me to actually call Funny Man. So I did. He was in the middle of playing with his nieces and nephews. "I just wanted to say thank you and let you know that I really did enjoy myself Friday night," I said. "I did to," he said. "I was thinking we should do it again." "That would be a good idea." So we are going out this weekend. The moral of the story: it's okay to run away as long as you follow up later. Somehow I don't think that's a very healthy lesson to learn. There's tons of other things to write about, but I'm busy and will have to write about it later. 11:27 a.m. - March 18, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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