Friday, January 11, 2008

Let's Have Coffee, It's Friday!

Seriously, if you like coffee, and are not drinking a cup right now, then take a moment to brew a pot... Go ahead. Stop and get yourself some coffee. Then come back. If you don't like coffee, have water, soda (whatever you like). [pause]

Alright then. Well, we've made it to Friday. It's been a better day today than the rest of the week, I feel my energy returning. I can't explain it, just haven't felt very energized at all this week, and my friend Kim stated there was some shifting in energy going on around us these days, so if anyone else has felt this way--It may be one of the reasons! But today, my calm and relaxation is coming back... I don't know why.

Once again I have found that my horoscope for today was odd in retrospect... I don't know what's going on with that. But it's really weird:

Explaining yourself to others isn't just a one-day event; you are interesting in being understood better by those close to you now. Unfortunately, it can be hard to know where to jump in, which can be a reason for you to put off any meaningful disclosure. Don't wait until the distance between you and someone else becomes too great to cross. Start today and, bit by bit, you can tell it all.

I won't say exact details, but I will say that it rings true for some cool discussions I have had with a friend of mine, sort of confiding in and showing a little of the "inner me". So very interesting! As well, I could think of some of my story telling to you, my avid blog readers/pals as the same, letting you guys know a bit more about who I am, piece by piece... So there you go.

Now on to the continuation of Frankie I suppose. I really don't have as much time as I would like, or even feel like trying to put the Frankie Sequel into exact "Story Form". So, if you don't mind I think I will just tell you what happened as if I were sitting there with you having coffee and telling it to you in person. Cool??

So I left off at the part where Heather and I had visited his apartment in the middle of the "hood", right?

I'm going to go back just a little before and clarify, as I said I had just broken up with my boyfriend "John" at the time, and although I was really reeling right after that, I was lucky enough to have a little pain medication that made things dull relatively quickly. I was hurt, but for some reason it faded fast. But in fact, I never slept. Heather, Brian and I went to club 616 the next evening, and I hadn't had a wink of sleep since the break-up. I nearly fell asleep in the basement of the club. That night, Heather and Brian went with me to John's house to pick up all of my stuff that he had, and Heather got quite confrontational with him. It was humorous. So you see, I went ahead and got my closure I guess, and I was all ready to move on to bigger and better things.

That's right about when I met Frankie I guess. Fast-forward back to where Heather and I had previously just visited his hood. Well If I can remember correctly, not too long after that my sister, Dad and I went to St. Louis to visit an aunt. I was all giddy and happy during that trip, even though I thought I should've still been in broken-heart mode. Once we got back from our family visit, I called up Frankie to see how he was doing.

He talked to me about things I enjoyed doing on dates. What were my interests? All kinds of really cool questions. He was not talking to me like some guy who was trying to take advantage of a girl at all. Like he was really interested in dating me and being cool. (I guess this is just not something you expect from a guy who owned a 9MM, right?).

We planned a date and time to get together and he was to come hang out at my house [Remember I'm living at Bo's house]. I swear I can't remember how he got there, I think I might have either picked him up at work, or maybe he did drive to my place in his Cadillac. Either way, there we were, watching a movie. Frankie was a very affectionate guy, he wanted to hold hands and cuddle and kiss. I had no problem with that at all, I enjoyed the time we spent together, and he was a good kisser and very hot guy! So hot in fact, that (not to sound like a guy but) I only had my mind on one thing! I don't know what was up with that. I liked him, and I did fancy dating him, but I actually think I moved too quickly for him.

The next day, I rode with him to the Casino to pick up his check, and everything seemed fine. We had a nice afternoon, until it was time for me to do go to work (2nd shift), and he went back home. A few days when by, I hadn't heard from him so I called, left a message. He called me back I think like maybe once. I tried to make some sort of amends or connection, but he just faded away.

I often wonder what became of Frankie... maybe he found "The One" and settled down himself... but it just goes to show you, no matter your intentions sometimes, you really are Damned if you do, Damned if you don't.


Jay said...

Wow, that was kind of weird. He just like got all scared or something. Guys are strange like that sometimes.

jIhAd PuNk said...

Let's get this straight. You wanted to fuck Frankie and he wouldn't?

Too much coffee babe. That's all I can think ;-)

(Should have stayed on the vodka)

jIhAd PuNk said...

oops...still on the alternative....


R.E.H. said...

Think you were coming on too fast for him? Nah - something's wrong with the dude... us guys are like this:

"Hi, what's your name?"

"I'm Amanda - wanna fuck?"

"Sure... lets!"

And, I very much doubt many men will argue with me on that one ;)

Jay Cam said...

did you know i've never drank coffee? weird huh?