I was also an hour and fifteen minutes late to work this morning. oops.
But I can walk!!!!!
I finally talked to BusStopGuy again. He called on Saturday afternoon. He immediately apologized for not getting back in touch with me sooner.
Then he asked if wanted to go out that night. I didn't have any plans... So I agreed. His idea of a date... was to bring beer to my house. So we could "talk". I tried to tell him, as politely as I possibly could without sounding like a neurotic freak, that I do not know his last name, and I barely know him, and I wouldn't recognize him if I ran into him again in the same area of the transit center, and besides which, you don't invite yourself to other people's homes, and I do not invite strangers to my house, and frankly first dates ought to take place in public. I didn't say all of that. Well, I did, but I think I was nicer about it. The things I didn't say were like that I am on crutches (or I was) and could not be troubled to clean up my house.
He actually then turned around and invited me to his house. What the hell?? I just explained to him that I didn't think we ought to be drinking alone together as a first date. Obviously I shot down that idea. I suggested we just go out to dinner, get coffee, see a movie, something along those lines.
He started thinking. He actually said "There needs to be booze."... So, I explained to him that I could not be drinking and trying to walk on crutches. Simple enough concept. He was still all hung up on the drinking thing. He wanted to be able to talk and drink. He kept coming back to the idea of one of our apartments. I kept coming back to the part where I don't know him.
So, he said he'd have to think about what we should do. He said he'd call me. He called me back like an hour later and asked to reschedule. He said he would have to plan more. In order to go on a date not involving inside anyone's homes. I wanted to ask if this was cause he is unemployed and poor, but I didn't. I thought that might be inappropriate. I didn't want to tell him, "if this is about money, I always always always pay for myself."...
We are rescheduled for something like six PM on Saturday. Somehow I don't think there is going to be a second date. Unemployed musician who apparently thinks I am easy... and is too old for me anyway. It would have to be a pretty great time for me to consider pursuing this.
Particularly now, since I really just want to be single for awhile.
I haven't had fast food in weeks. Since my car broke, I have been almost exclusively eating at home. I miss eating out. More like, I hate cooking. I miss paying someone else to make my food for me.
Today it is warm outside. I rode my bike to the drug store yesterday, so surely I can ride somewhere and get myself some food. Will restaurant food be as good if I have to do something to get it, rather than just sending Waste?
There's still like three hours in my work day (I was really late today) and here I sit, trying to figure out what fast food I might pass on my way home on the bus. Okay, I am considering the options of the cafe's on the way home too. I don't really want fast food specifically. I just don't want to cook. Food tastes better when I have no part in preparing it.
I forgot to eat breakfast or pack a lunch today. So, I haven't eaten since the tator tots and chik patty I had for dinner yesterday. I think that might be why I am rambling on like this about how I want someone to cook for me.
Since I can finally walk, and I was so craving some decent food that I didn't cook... I stopped off on my way home and got some dinner. After I had eaten it, I didn't have a chance of making the next bus, so I went down to Winn Dixie and bought myself some new make-up. Yeah, I know, I don't even *wear* make-up 95% of the time, and when I do, I generally regard my efforts as "playing in make-up". But now I have two new toys for when I am bored.
I got on the next bus and off to the transit center I went. I was still feeling pretty good on the ankle... so when I got there, I ran up to Josiah's house. No one was home though so I paused to write a note and smoke a cigarette and pet his poor neglected cats. I really hope that they don't mean for the long haired one to be growing dreadlocks. Mostly cause I removed a couple while I was there. She seemed to be grateful though. Even if the owners want the cat to have dreads... the cat didn't seem to like them...
Back to the transit center. But the buses don't leave for 45 minutes. The library is just a couple blocks away, and on my bus route. So, down to the library I went. Except that now I think I am just going to walk home. Cause I don't think I know where to get on my bus from here... I know it goes by the library, but I don't know where the stop is....
And rather than meander about and try to find the stop, I think I'll just walk. It's less than seven blocks. If I walked about 8 blocks to and from Josiah's, how bad can seven more be, right??
To review, I got to the bus stop to get home at 5:30. It is now 8:15 PM. I have made three stops each lasting less than 30 minutes. Mass transit in Lexington KY needs help. I can't wait to have a drivable car once more.