I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
We saw suspected "swinger guy" tonight. My son is in a Friday night basketball league and our team played "swinger guys" son's team tonight. My husband is coaching and I'm chilling with my younger son in the bleachers waiting for the game to start and here comes his ass...sitting right next to us...."Hey!"
I paste on my fake, awkward, uncomfortable, no-eye-contact smile and respond "Hey 'Jack'! How have you been? Where's 'Kathy'?" I didnt want to be rude, because they're pretty cool people and plus I havent confirmed any alternative lifestyle, so I remain guarded but pleasant. Plus if they're into it, that's their business. I'm just not into it..
Throughout the game I'm making small talk and every now and then my husband turns around and adds to the small talk, perhaps in an attempt to make me a little more comfortable. They game nears the end, and 'Jack' and my husband are bantering back and forth about each of our sons' skills on the court and somehow 'Jack' manages to fit in something like "Hey, you guys can come to our house and we can PLAY lots of games. We PLAY all the time!"
OKAY! That's it! Small talk - OVER! I'm DONE! I'm ready to go! Raise up! Get the fuck up outta there! I needsss to get GHOST! Outtie 5000! Gone! I'm bailin'! Down the road motors! Gotta DASH! Create a vacancy! Whatever! Thank God we're down to the last minute and thirty seconds of the game and it feels like the measurement of time has completely adjusted and each second is now, like, 17 seconds long. I can not get out of that gym fast enough. I know that the word "play" is like a calling card. If you're "into it" and interested, that's your cue. Apparently, he's used it before, we didnt respond, so STOP IT!