Enter the Dragon

It was a lovely day out. Lovely to other people's standards, bright and sunny. Days like that leave me with migraines, I much prefer overcast grey drizzly days.  But, it was bright and sunny out and I needed to get stuff done outside of the apartment.  Such as the bank and the grocery before going for another meeting with Tarot Lady and her friend Timothy.

So I'm standing in line at the bank machine, when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye in the bank security monitors that they have in the front lobby.  Turning towards the doors, I saw this guy dressed in black leather from head to toe.

My first reaction was to laugh. It just seemed a bit overmuch even for this city's non-existent standards.  Just imagine, black leather pants, leather trenchcoat, long jet black hair with a red streak in the front, and sunglasses in doors.
My second reaction was, he must be a fan of The 69 Eyes, cause he sort of has the look down that the lead singer of that band does. Then he turned and smiled.

I felt my good knee get week. Damn, the dude had fangs. Yeah, fangs.

I made my way to the front of the line did my banking, and left for the grocery.  Storm was working, and the second he spotted me, ran to the staff room and hid. Might be a good thing given I'm still pissed about him telling The Drama Queen, I was dating someone I didn't even know.  I reached for a package of mushroom tops, dropped it and when I went to pick it up, this guy beat me to it.

It was the leather jacket goth guy from the bank. I smiled thanking him and watched as he moved to the next row.  Okay, you know me by now and as much as I hate the idea of the whole goth subculture, I love goth guys.

Messed up I know.

Continued on with my groceries, and when I was at the check out, spotted him again over by the Starbucks. He smiled again and I could hear him chatting with the lady who was working there as he waited for her to make his coffee.  Okay, I was eavesdropping.  Not that difficult given he was only five feet away.  What I learned was that he was helping a buddy move in, who's going to the university here. The buddy, not him. And that he's only in town for a few days.

Damn.

Was about to pay for my groceries when I spotted the goth guy walk over to the sitting area and took his jacket off.  Oh god, the dude had arms for hours. And when I say that, I don't mean they were long, I mean he had arms that would rival Mad Hatter's or The Rebel without a Cause, or even The Other Guy, in way of shape.  And all three of those guys have really really great arms.  Other women go for washboard abs, I am a sucker for a guy with nice arms and hands.
And with his jacket off, I could see this dragon tattoo he had that went from his wrist up his arm. He smiled again as I had to walk past to get to the front doors, and as I was leaving I heard "Love your t-shirt."

I had to look down at myself to see what I was wearing my brain was just numb. I had a t-shirt for the vampire movie Lost Boys on. I was blushing when I finally got outside.

Post-it once more with feeling

"For all the things unsaid, I wrote a song, it's an instrumental" - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I was writing, working on the novel, a brand new character, the iTunes radio on in the background when a song came on that was just titled "Instrumental"  and no listing as to whom it was playing it.  I thought of the quote from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I think it was season 3. 
It seemed fitting.

I wanted to share my moment. There was no one to share it with. So I blogged it.

I created the new character after the crazy zombie dream I had, Mr. Scratchy. Even ended up changing the narrator for the chapter that I introduced this new character in.  Will have to figure out how to make it flow better in draft two, if I ever manage to get draft one finished.

I know, I said I wasn't going to do any more of these post-it notes for a while, Mr. Scratchy, Herman; but I don't know. I can't even begin to explain why these post-its are important to me. They just are.

Well anyways, new character in the novel, which means conflict and chaos for the lead character who is based on the Mad Hatter. Maybe with this fresh wrestler to base the new character on, I'll have a quicker draft time on this and can stop crushing on the Mad Hatter.  Shift the crush even...
Honestly, I can not tell you why I feel the pressure to stop thinking about him? Maybe all the teasing Walsh has been doing?

So I think you're reading this, rolling your eyes because I mentioned the Mad Hatter yet again, letting out a deep breath that puffed out your cheeks, slammed down your drink, which I think is a pop from a take-away fast food place in one of those waxy paper cups with some bad swirly design on it, scratching at yourself, the right side of your neck and arm, and god knows where else. Thinking "why the hell did she add that guy to the story?"

As always Herman, smile it's just me.

Disco dancing zombies

My doorbell rang, waking me up.  I've had a killer migraine all day and was hoping a nap would fix it.  My sister was standing there looking like death.  "You've got that werewolf movie with Jack Nicholson right?"

Me-:"Yeah. Give me a minute to find it." I started hunting through my movies.

Sister-:"Can I borrow Witches of Eastwick too?"  I handed the first one to her while I looked for the second one. "You look like I feel, what's going on?"

Me-:"Migraine, was sleeping. Had the craziest dream."

Sister-:"Oh?"

Me-:"I was in the parking lot at the old blockbuster building, killing zombies with a broken pencil, and wrestlers Mikey Whipwreck and Jimmy Jacobs were standing there, with a disco ball hanging over them. And for each zombie I managed to kill, I got a plastic coat hanger for killing vampires with. Only the vampires never showed up."   I handed her the other dvd.

Sister-:"You watch way too many movies." she started to laugh. "Killing vampires with plastic coat hangers. That's like...only you would come up with that one."

Me-:"I'm a legend in my own lunchtime. Make more sense if you told me I watch too much wrestling."

Sister-:"Well, that's a given. Okay, mom's in the truck we just got back from the border. Drop her off now and go pick up the kids from football." she was still laughing as she left.

4 of Johns

If you've been reading this much at all, then you know I firmly believe in signs and synchronicity.

I had turned on the iTunes radio few minutes ago, and there was a Johnny Cash song on. His version of "Sixteen Tons".  The song that came on right after it was "Johnny Angel" (I have no clue who sings that and I'm too cranky to look it up.)
This morning, on the social site I hang out on, I got asked by someone on my friends list if I had any idea if the new Johnny Depp movie was coming out soon? (That would be The Lone Ranger)
On the book site, someone recommended a John Grisham novel (Playing for Pizza) as well.

That's just too much even for me not to pay attention to.   Good god man, I get it. Either there is yet another Johnathan coming into my life, or Pizza Dude is not done with me.
That's just insane. I've said it before, if there are 50 guys in a room, I will end up talking to the only Johnathan.

And worst of all, I've got the damned song stuck in my head. (Johnny Angel)

Don't let the sun go down on me

"You all calm today?"  Walsh asked.  He was dressed in his work clothes, once again working in the area. He works for a construction company, and is a carpenter. It had started to rain again and looked like the site was closed for the morning, so he dropped by.   He's actually starting to get on my nerves a bit with the just dropping in without calling first.

Me-:"Fine fine. Was thinking about this. If I was writing it..."

Walsh-:"Oh god here we go. Hang on, I can't handle this without a cigarette."

Me-:"I thought you were quitting?"

Walsh-:"Those patches did make me loopy."  he lit a cigarette one of the king sized ones and took a long drag on it blowing smoke into the air. "okay continue."

Me-:"Okay as I was saying, if I were writing the skit, I would have made the Divine Mrs. V. the center point cause she's closer to my age and made the secret admirer the Swamp Preacher from the rookie show."

Walsh-:"Really? Swamp Preacher from the rookie show? Why?"

Me-:"Totally out of left field, no one would ever see that coming."

Walsh-:"But you know they aren't going to do that. And you're going to hate whomever they picked for the skit."

Me-:"I know. They'll do the obvious and make it someone like the lead Karaoke boy-band guy. Cause even when they have a brilliant mind to rape, they still go for the shallow."

Walsh-:"That doesn't sound very calm and accepting. That still sounds bitter and mad."

Me-:"I'm groovy. Really, it's just a skit. I've been trying to get proof they are taking my ideas seriously when I blog, and this is proof. See, looking on the bright side. I know when Sex and the City was being done, they said all the situations that aired in the show were things that happened in real life to the writers, so...I just would have written it for different wrestlers is all."

Walsh was laughing at me, choking on his cigarette, grey ash flying everywhere. "The Swamp Preacher from the rookie show. That I like. See that's the kind of attitude you need to have. You've got to get over your anger. You know why my wife never invites you over anymore for dinners?"

Me-:"She hates my guts. And your sister lives with you, I'm sure your wife thinks that a bar room brawl would happen if me and your sister were in the same room for more then ten seconds."

He shrugged. "You take everything so personal. You so get that from your dads' side, cause look at us." he pointed to a photo of our grandparents. "Our side of the family don't freak out."

Me-:"Why'd you bring that rat bastard up for?"

Walsh-:"See what I mean."  his phone rang, it was his oldest daughter asking if he'd come take her to the mall.  "Better just check in with work first see what time they figure they might start up again?"

We looked outside at the rain and both agreed he most likely wasn't going to be called back in today.

Date?

This is the busiest night I've had in a long while.  I got a message from Cheryl, telling me that her real life Berger had shown up. Uninvited, while the new guy she met last week was over.
Talk about awkward situations. Needless to say, her evening got cut short.

Cheryl-:"Can you believe the nerve of him?"  

Me-:"I believe a lot of things."  I was scratching as I chatted with  her.

Cheryl-:"He was acting like we had a date or something. He has been avoiding me for over a week, and then just out of the blue shows up."

Me-:"What do you mean, acting like you had a date or something?"

Cheryl-:"Just what I said. He showed up talking about going to see a movie as if we'd made plans or something."

Me-:"But you hadn't right?"

Cheryl-:"No. We had mentioned few weeks ago at work about going to see that new superhero movie. But that was before he started to avoid me."

Me-:"So you did have a date with him?"

Cheryl-:"No. I just told you, he's been avoiding me for the last week and a half. How could we have a date if he hasn't been around?"

Good point. Men are so complicated, so confusing. I decided to tell her about the whole thing with Pizza Dude- Johnathan.  She nearly killed me for turning him down.

Cheryl-:"I just don't understand why you're not taking advantage of that? You need to start dating again like yesterday."

Me-:"He's a kid! I have limits man."

Cheryl-:"Learn to have no limits or else you're going to be alone forever."

I decided not to tell her about the Mexican kid from the fan site, that would just be too much.  I did however, bring the topic back to her original date. Asked what he was like.

Cheryl-:"Nice. Very athletic, very out going. I was thinking of calling him back once I get off talking to you. See if I can get him to either come back over, or meet me somewhere."

Me-:"Huh. Why not just go to his place? Better yet, rent a hotel?"   I was being half way sarcastic.

Cheryl-:"Oh my god! I can't have him think I'm a slut or something. Can't rent a room. You really haven't been dating much have you?"

Me-:"You missed the part about me not dating at all any more."

Cheryl-:"Your Mr. Right will show up. Trust me. It's a Mr. Right Now you need to worry about.  You want me to set up a profile for you online?"

Me-:"Oh god no! I've done that before and it didn't work. Sort of odd you said that, cause Tarot Lady the other day when I was there, mentioned me meeting a guy online in the next while."

Cheryl-:"See dating is in your cards."

I hate it when my own words are thrown back at me.

Really? Really? dude really continued

Walsh texted me back.  "Are you going to be cool?"

Me-:"Bite me. Yeah, I'll be spiffy. But look at this to change the subject." I sent him a link for the conversation I was having in the fan thread. "Just focus on the one guy."

Walsh-:"Haha! The kid just asked you out. Unbelievable."

Yeah, the 17 year old kid I talk to on the social site, said he's coming to Canada this summer and asked me if I'd consider going out for coffee or something?   Dude are you f***ing kidding me?  My life is like a soap opera. A really bad lame ass soap opera, but a soap opera none the less.

It's funny when you think about it. Funny and pathetic.  I can't seem to target the right target audience.  I'm actually laughing at myself as I type this. It's one of those nights.