I need to get out more
I woke up this morning spooning my dog.
Let that soak in for a minute…
Spooning. My. Dog.
Now, while there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with this, I still found it a little disturbing. Perhaps more so because I had a dream about getting two flat tires with my ex-wife in the car and her remaining perfectly calm the whole time. Obviously, it was a dream, because that would never have happened in life. Trust me.
In any case, I am sure that this is a sign I need to get out more, eyebrows or not, if only to meet more people that I’d feel safe dating. Right now, my best prospects are a Federal parole officer, a friend’s ex, and a reformed lesbian. Actually, I’m just kidding about one of those, but I’ll let you all guess which one. So, I think I need some updated pictures for the on-line dating sites I’m still a member of and, well, to start getting out more.
Pray for me.
Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"Being right means never having to say you're sorry."
--Vernor Vinge
