Meeting Demands

So I asked her out finally. I've been thinking and trying to figure out whether I should for something like two or three months now, and been attracted to her since god knows when last year. I finally took the chance and asked.

For those of you not in the loop, I'm referring to Ciara, my favorite waitress at Applebees. See, Applebees is basically on the front doorstep of Best Buy, and when I still worked over there we'd eat there multiple times a week. As a result, we have favorite waiters/waitresses/bartenders, etc. By far the best service generally came from Ciara and Shana, our two favorite girls. The guys basically sucked. Some time early this year I began to consider asking her out because she is definitely an intelligent girl who holds her own in a conversation. She never hurt for insults to hit us with if we teased her, and she was always kick-ass at the service. Oh, and she's cute as hell, too. I suppose that matters a wee bit too.

Anyway, I would have taken the chance awhile back, but she wears a gold ring of some type on her wedding ring finger, which we basically took to be a wedding band for the obvious reason. However, the last month or so I've been hearing her say things or comment on things that seemed to indicate she was single. So, with a bit of assistance from Shana, I discovered that she was infact, single. Shana seemed much relieved that I decided to inquire, as apparently she herself has been approaching the point where she was going to beat me with the subtlty bat and tell me Ciara was single. Score? Oh, I think so. So I asked. And she said yes, and now I have to try not to make a fool of myself. It's been awhile since I've been on an actual first-date type event, as the last few casual dates have been with friends or co-workers.

After the excitingly huge news, I thought I'd move on to a different female to discuss, so now I target Heather! :D Not long ago, I commented to her on her own blog that I frequently dealt with insanely over-the-top rich clients who crapped money all day long. I figured I would finally show her a pic of what some of my clients owned. This is the pic I sent her. Now, to put things into even more perspective, note that I'm at the second access gate to his house. I'm probably two hundred feet from the road already, but in that two hundred feet I've driven about six hundred feet worth of distance on his winding driveway. Oh, and he's two miles from downtown Atlanta. Even the State Governor's mansion is not this big, and I know because I pass it every day. $$$$

This last section is for Becca, who is probably undergoing an interesting week right now. She's spending the week with her toyfriend Dan who has come to visit her. She was a nervous wreck all last weekend preparing for his visit, and I hope things have gone well for her. I'm thinking of you, Goobie. Good luck!

You know, upon more reflection, the women in my life are pushy, for the most part.
Hard to please, definitely never satisfied. You make a few blog posts, they want more and better. Blah blah blah. You comment on something, they make fun of you! Oh well, whatever keeps you alert and on your toes, I suppose.