Dirty Little Secret

QUEST TO PARALLEL PARK

Today found Christopher and I parallel parking in the parking lot of my mothers work ..... the school bus garage. I managed to swipe a gigantic road cone, place it half hazardly behind my yukon and let him loose. He did very well, except everytime ... he was about 2 1/2 feet away from the curb, or in our case, the grass line. Overall concept is there, practice makes perfect i suppose.

QUEST TO GET SOME ACTION

Normally this is the heading for a section of a quest that i personally am going on, or attempted to go on. This particular quest however makes its way into my daily ..... whatever you call this simply because i am an oh so familiar part of it ... always.

Second best, not quite the number one pick, but def. not the bottom of the barrel. The girl who is awesome, super sexy and fun to talk to .... when it is 1am and you just got home from a night out drinking with all the girls that you think ARE Number 1. This is a place i find myself caught it on several occassions, with several different people.

Lets back-up ... shall we. 3 yr old daughter = not always easy to find a babysitter. I am however very fortunate to have a sister who lives close by and is willing to take her on ... most occassions, given a little bribe here and there. BUT, the catch being I have to pick her up and bring her home with me, as my fussy little princess will not sleep anywhere but home.

Staying on track .... oh right ..... mysterious sexy (drunken) man of the night. So, i managed on several occassions to get a sitter, and find a friend to travel out with me to meet this mysterious man. We had a good time, he and I did the a-typical movie ... drink ... go back to his place thing. It was fun, great to get out of the house, good conversation, yadda,yadda,yadda. That's where it ends. 2-3 steadt encounters and BAM, a wall. It's a pattern, but i'm ok with it. SO ... i digress, the point is, this mysterious man of the evening will shrug off my attempts to chat, think nothing of cutting me off mid sentence to tell me he has to go, etc. BUT - as soon as thirsty thursday rolls around and he gets dropped off at his house 1/2 cocked to the moon at 1am and everyone else is home sleeping .... i get the pleasure of being his favorite number 2 girl of the evening. FUCK YOU!

QUEST TO TELL MY FRIENDS AND PARENTS I AM DATING SOMEBODY NEW

Parents always seem to get so damn attached to my significant others. They hate them at first because "they just liked the last one so much." Before you know it, they like this one too, and the cycle continues. Just yesterday i was walking down the isle ... not a parental unit or close friend to be found, they all questioned what the hell i was doing, and swore it wouldnt last. My sister, the only one who came for the occassion. (i like the word occassion this evening) We stayed married ... l onger than the 3 month mark most people gave us, we had our beautiful daughter Gianna, and then when things fell apart, every acts SO surprised. (Personally i think they were just mad that none of them profited from the bets they placed on how long we would stay together) So yes, the inevitable happened, and we got the BIG D (as me and my friends Dan and Doug call it - both divorced)

Anywho ... digression is the theme for the evening.

Chris .... amazing guy. (arent they all though?) Educated, well traveled, good job, solid up bringing with good values and morals, independent, decent amount of real life experiences under his belt, also divorced, no children, 30 ....... black. it's not bad enough that i have to explain to my father why my marriage fell apart (umm, i dunno dad ... sorry i guess, i got bored!??) OH! but i know you said i was forever your little girl, and nothing in this world would ever change that. And i know that my entire life you have only asked me to NOT do 2 things .... rush marriage that leads to divorce and get with a black guy. Well SURPRISE ... i've done both ... all in one big swoop! Arent you SO proud?!

I can almost see the conversation play out now ... i talk, he stares, i keep talking hoping to make it better, he fiddles with the napkin, says *uh-huh*, so i fill the void with even more talking, he says *soooooo, this means what?*, I'm not really sure what to say here so I ask him to elaborate, we sit in silence for a bit, he orders pie, we leave.

In time it wont matter to anyone, and i know this. It's just a matter of how long he will be around. I'd like to hope for the long haul. i know i get bored easily, i know i get antsy ... this time it feels different ... it feels right. BUT .... i dont hold it against anyone if they dont like him ... but please for the love of all things holy, hate him b/c you think he wont be around for that long, not b/c of his skin color.

QUEST TO GET A DECENT AMOUNT OF SLEEP

This quest will continue for the next 15 years .... or until Acsha moves out, and may continue on even after that.

DAILY SIDE NOTES

-we pee'd on the floor this morning. Oops
-my ex-husband felt the need to tell me that he and his newest love interest broke-up. and couldnt believe that i told him i didnt care. SHOCKING!


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