Upside Down - 14 October 2003 . 04:30
My past two entries have been brief. Okay, brief and vague. I’ve alluded to time spent with a new friend without giving any detail of said time.
I’ve been reluctant to reveal much at such an early stage. It’s been my experience that when it comes to good things, me talking about them usually results in reality blowing up in my face. It’s as if Fate is eavesdropping with monkey wrench in hand, waiting for my slightest expression of joy.
Thumbing my nose at Fate. Probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
A little background on my “new friend,” Wild Man. We both work at The Hog Plant but in different departments. Our departments are intertwined so we usually end up working together a couple of times a night to resolve work related issues. As it turns out, we get along well outside of work also. He’s got this clean-cut, semi-redneck look going on, he likes outdoor activities, animals (has dogs and a cat), he’s a history buff, likes to travel...and his ecclectic taste in music rivals my own!
Yeah, he’s great. Except...
He possesses that certain gene. You know, the one that makes placing a phone call impossible. I’m not sure how it operates. Does it make dialing a phone physically painful? Does it blur vision so the person can’t read the numbers on the phone?
I want to call him but I’m resisting. I don’t want to seem too anxious. Even though I want to pick up the phone and hear his voice, I’ve decided to wait until he calls me.
In the meantime I’ll just wait impatiently by the phone, picking up the handset occasionally just to make sure it’s still working...
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