6 In A Row

I guess Sheri took Triton to the Halloween shop to see if anything caught their eye as far as a costume. I had to work, so I unable to attend. I guess she tried showing him a bunch of costumes and he only wanted one. Sheri said others were way cuter and not so boring, but all he wanted was the first one that he picked out. She went grocery shopping afterwards and I guess he wanted to take his costume in the store with him. He wouldn't leave it alone, and Sheri had to open package it was in during the car ride because he wanted it so bad. It turns out it was just a simple Superman costume. Kind of funny because he hasn't even watched Superman? I will post some pictures when we have him suited up.
Uneventful weekend. I golfed in the last bash tournament and probably won't do it again. It is fun, but there is no chance that we would ever win because there has to be some amount of cheating going on? Regardless there was a chance to get drawn for prizes and a season pass for next year. I didn't get drawn for a single thing, but never do, so it wasn't that bad. The worst part is hanging around for 45 minutes or more waiting for them to tally scores so they can draw for prizes. That isn't even that bad I guess. The worst part is Henry and his drunken loudness! He just sits outside the front door of the lodge/clubhouse being a noisy drunk. It is embarrassing and I would feel bad for leaving him out there alone, so I sit with him. He probably drank a beer a hole, thus he was wasted by the time we finished golfing at 4:00. We started at 9:30am or so, and of course he was already drinking by then. I feel bad for him that alcohol has that much of a hold on him, and he has pushed away many people and family with his drinking, but he won't stop? Makes no sense to me, but to each their own I guess? As sad as it sounds, I call him unky drunky! Might sound mean to you, but he knows he is a drunk. He knows that he has pushed people away because of it, but beer means more to him than anything or anyone else! Wicked sad.
Bowling last Friday gave me hope again! I threw the ball the best I have probably thrown it in years, but didn't score that well. I would have two or three strikes in a row, then get ripped off and leave something. I averaged over a 194 for the night, but bowled way better than that. If I keep rolling the ball like that all year, then it will be simple getting my average back over 200, and hopefully bowl another three hundred? I haven't had any hope for the last 7 or more years on bowling another 300, until the first week this year. But as you have read, something didn't stick after week one! Like I said I hadn't thrown the ball that good in many years. It is possible that I hadn't thrown that good ever, so if that is the case and I don't lose it, there should be some high scores from me?
I did end up making the finals for poker again. That makes 6 straight tournaments in the finals, and if I cashed it would make 6 straight in that category as well. In the past I would always make the finals, but fall short of cashing. So, making the cash the last 5 times in a row is a miracle for me. The finals were last night, and I really didn't have any hands worth mentioning. I had pocket kings once, didn't win any chips. I was short stacked later on and had pocket aces, I didn't know that I had pocket aces, because I had to go all in. I had only looked at one card when I pushed all of my chips in the middle. Everyone folded and I looked at my other card, and found another ace. Two people were knocked out of the final 6 and then we split the money. I cashed my 6th time in a row and took home $60.00. I was second in chips with 4 of us left, but with the blinds being so high it was smarter to take the $60 instead of try to win the money outright. True, first place alone would have been $140, but there would still be a chance of making nothing.
My mom has her surgery on the 4th of November. Sheri, Triton and I are going to visit her the week afterward. We couldn't decide whether or not to go down on the 4th or the 13th. The 4th made more sense as far as being there directly after, but she might be in the hospital for more than a day or two. That isn't so bad, but we can only go for just over 4 days. She has a gentleman friend that she works with that has taken care of her during this tough time in her life. I am so grateful for what you have done for my mom, Frank. We thank you so much. Frank is going to be there to take care of her for the first few days. I then found out from Henry that grandma was planning on going down the 3rd, so that made out decision much easier to just go down the 13th. This way she is probably going to be a lot better as far as mobility and spirit. I talked to her this week and she was really down. I am hoping that her mom being there for the surgery and then her son and grandson being there the week after will lift her spirit for sure. I hated not being there for you at all mom. I would have taken your pain and suffering if I could have. It is almost over and everything is going to be fine. She did mention that she wouldn't do it again! If the cancer did come back she would just let whatever happens happen. She hated the chemo that much. I was honestly surprised that she went through it all in the first place. I never told her that, but I am obviously grateful that she did. I couldn't imagine life without you mom! Even though you live so far away, you are still doing exactly that "living." You are going to be fine, that cancer will not come back and you will live long enough to see Triton get married and have kids of his own. That is assuming I allow him to live that long!
I had talked with Henry one day about how I was surprised that my mom went through chemo in the first place. If I had cancer myself even at a young age, I don't know if I would do it! My mom isn't old by any means, she hasn't even hit the big 50 yet, I was just happy to know that she was going to go through with the cancer treatments. It gave me hope that she might move back home. It made me happy knowing that she wanted to continue living. Henry then threw in his own hypocritical thoughts on what he would do if it were to happen to him. He said that he would do it, he would go through the chemo. His reasoning behind this was that there are people that love him and would want him around. Not to sound mean or anything, but I just find that hypocritical big time! Not that there aren't people that wouldn't want him around, I for sure want him to be around for many many more years. It just doesn't make sense to me that he is killing his body with cigarettes and alcohol, pushes and pushes people who love him away because of it, but won't simply try to quit those vises today? He would be willing to try to go through chemo if he were to get cancer, because he is loved and his family and friends would want him around. He would be willing to do that, but he isn't willing to quit smoking which will easily lead to lung cancer anyway. He won't quit drinking which will ruin his liver. He won't take the precautionary steps that would prevent these horrible things from happening, but he will try to mend the broken only after it might be too late? It really makes no sense to me? It hurts seeing him treat his body this way. It hurts because my mom, did something that I never would have imagined growing up, quit smoking. She probably used to smoke some 2 - 3 packs of cigarettes a day. She never really drank that much, I only remember her being drunk growing up maybe three times? I am sure she drank more than that, but alcohol never had a hold on her like it does Henry. Heck, it is easier to remember the days that she was drunk compared to the days in the past 8 years that Henry wasn't drunk! I hate to sound so mean and unloving, but is just isn't fair! It isn't fair that my mom took steps to better her life only to get breast cancer. It isn't fair that a person who is drunk and smoking all of the time to say "I would go through chemo if I got cancer, because there are people who would want me around longer!" It isn't fair to those family members to know that they are only going to be worth living for when it is almost too late. Let's wait til I get cancer to prove that I still want to be here for them. He doesn't understand that when he is drunk 90% of the time that he isn't really here! Sure his body is there on the couch, on the golf course, at the bowling alley, but his mind isn't. My mom didn't wait until she caught something to quit her addiction to cigarettes. She quit on her own to better herself.
I am not saying that I wish Henry had cancer and my mom didn't. I am just wondering why? Why do good people who have chosen to take the proper path to healing their body have to suffer? Why should she suffer when she didn't wait until it was too late. Why does Henry get to say he will try to do what is necessary only when it is too late, instead of doing what is so much simpler right now? Why can't I endure the pain that my mom felt? Why would I want to endure the pain for Henry when that time comes for him, when he has made it apparent that we as his family members aren't worth the effort until it is too late? Simple I guess, it is love I know. I love my mom so much for going through the chemo, I love her so much for quitting smoking, I love her proving that we are worth living for today, and not tomorrow.

Ouch, and Boring Golf, and Boring Poker!

Monday I took Triton in to get a flu shot. He does not like the doctor's office. He is fine in the lobby watching the television (Finding Nemo that day) or watching the fish in the tank, but as he is placed on the bed with the paper sheet the tears fly. We weren't there very long, in and out, so it wasn't too bad.
As for me, golf has been pretty good for me. I golfed an even par back nine at Pinecrest for the first time in my life the Saturday before last. My goal for that particular course this year has been to golf under an 80. A few weeks ago I had a great start, but fell short on the back nine, shooting an even 80! This day that I shoot even par on the back was amazing, because I was behind 7 trees on the front, and double bogeyed the first hole. A score of 80 is ten over par, and to be 2 over already after the first hole was going to make it much harder! I only shot 8 over on the front after all of the tree hassle and the double bogey on hole number 1. Thus I shot a 78 and was way happy.
Our computer took it's last breath like a month ago, so that is the reason I haven't been blogging very much. My friend Mikey J (for those of you who might know who I am talking about [he has been my bowling partner for some 15 years now]) tried all he could to fix it. He came to the conclusion that it is simply time for us to get a new one. Thanks Mikey for trying, you know that I won't forget and know that we owe you for doing all you could. We have another computer ordered, but it won't be here for like 3 weeks, because we didn't want to have Windows Vista on our computer. Even though it comes with Vista and a free upgrade to Windows 7 when it comes out in a couple of weeks, we just decided to wait and have it sent with Windows 7 only. Boy, you really don't know how much you use a computer until it is broken. Mikey was able to save us all of our pictures of Triton and some other various documents that we wanted. He is also going to install our old hard drive when our new computer comes, so we can have it as any sort of back up we might need. Again, thanks Mike, you are the best.

So, I haven't been able to play that much poker online. However, I have been winning with the little amount that I have been able to play. I finally hit a milestone that I thought was going to be impossible. I have all 4 of my websites up over $80! I don't know why that has been my milestone mark, but it has finally come. You would think that $100 per website would have been the mark, but for some reason that is just going to be another number! I will be excited yes, because it is $78 more dollars than I have now, but it won't feel like a mountain top! Sorry to throw in golf and poker into this blog, my mom hates it. I, however had to brag about my best round at Pinecrest and my milestone mark on online poker. I tried to make them short mom!

So, I will throw in a bit of bowling to top it off! As I have mentioned before, I have been struggling with bowling so far this year. Average has gone down 19 pins from yearbook (205). I had this idea of why I might be struggling and was hoping this last week would be better. It was only a bit better because the lanes were really tough and I was focusing more on my grip instead of lane conditions. I shot a whopping 142 my first game and finally made the correct move with my feet to combat the lanes and shot a 214 and a 235 my last two games, so I am hoping that I am on to something and will have a better week coming up.
I have to throw in a plug for the movie that I have been loving lately! I just barely finished watching it again for like the 15 time since it's release a month ago or so. I don't know why I love this movie so much, but I do! It is called "I Love You Man." I laugh and laugh, and it really doesn't have any huge moments like Dumb and Dumber or American Wedding that has a million quotable phrases. The whole movie is just funny. It has a few crude innuendos and sexual references, but it isn't even really that bad of a movie. Just a few swear words and no porn.
The year end golf tournament was cancelled until this weekend. Like I said, I know that we won't win, but there is a drawing for a season's pass next year, that would be super nice! I am crossing my fingers on that and also for bowling better this week.

The Last

This last Friday was the last week of my mom's chemo treatment. I am excited for her, and know that everything is going to be fine. She is to then have surgery in a few weeks to a little over a month, once her body is strong enough. I am sad that I wasn't ever with her to help take care of her during this time in her life. I know that in some instances she is thankful that I didn't see her, but I know had she experienced a single day with the shoe on the other foot, she would have wanted me there.
My parents were divorced when I was five years old or so, and my mother gained custody of me. My dad hardly paid child support, and my mom worked many jobs, mostly as a waitress. She would of course work more than one job at a time, but she always let it be known that she loved me. She wouldn't only say it, but being grown up now I know that she showed it a lot more.
Having a child of your own is a love that a person cannot imagine until it happens. Even though I wasn't a planned child and even considered for abortion, I know that she doesn't regret keeping me. Sure her life might have been better had I not come into existence, but she might have never gained the knowledge of such a love for a child. I was an only child, and with how busy my mom was with raising me, I know why she never returned to the procreation fountain. She worked long hours, and I didn't see her all that often. I never felt neglected, and I hope that she knows that I never ever felt that way. Even though we were never well off, I always had what I wanted. I am for sure sorry for wanting so many things now mom!
My mom would tell you that I was an angel growing up. I did not hardly ever get into trouble, which is amazing considering how my uncle's grew up. I say this because they were the ones that babysat me most of the time. I know that I was probably pretty easy to take care of, but I am sorry for the times that I wasn't. I am sorry for any day that she was disappointed in me. She is a good person who has lived a hard life. It is sad when you think about bad people who have lived good lives. I would like to think of myself as a good person, a good person who has lived a good life. I wouldn't have been a good person if it wasn't for my mother. And I for sure wouldn't have lived a good life if it hadn't been for her as well. I have begged since she moved to Seattle to move back, but that is the selfish child in me. I want my mommy! I think that I have almost worn her down. I am also sorry for that mom, for always making you feel bad for moving away. If you are better off there, then please stay. I have always gotten what I wanted and I am so thankful for that, but don't give in if it is just for me. Come home if it is what you want.

It's Begun

Well, we obviously shaved Triton's head. I knew that I would want to before he was three years of age just to see how he looked. Since I have no hair and always shave mine, why not let him see how he likes it too? It was pretty funny, he knew what we were doing because he could see his hair in the sink, but his reaction afterward was way cute. We let him look in the mirror and he was acting all shy from just looking at himself. We had him feel his head and he turned all hyper and started slapping his own head? It reminded me of that part in Fight Club where Brad Pitt shaves that one guy's head then slaps him in the back of the head and calls him a space monkey. We wouldn't have gone so short, but of course Triton's baby hair is so thin that any longer setting would have just been a huge hassle, so we went with the shortest. I still think he is cute, but we will probably wait to do it again, until he maybe wants to do it by choice.

So, it has begun, it is just past midnight and the snow is falling. I went golfing today and shot a really good back nine at Pinecrest, first time I ever shot even par on a front or a back nine at that course. It is the hardest course in town, I shoot my best round there ever, and the snow has to fly. Happens every year, when I think I might have figured something out, it is winter. The snow flies, I stare out the window all winter and know that I will have to start all over again in the spring. This year I am going to take down some notes that helped me score better toward the end of this year and hopefully start out great next year. We will still have a few more weekends of golf left, we always do, but another 5 months would be great. We are supposed to golf the last bash at Pinecrest this next Saturday. The weather is supposed to warm up and I am sure that it will melt any snow that has accumulated this week. The last bash is a fun tournament. It is a scramble, which means you all play from the best shot out of everyone. Aside from the first shot. Everyone hits and then you have to roll a die to see who's first shot from each hole is taken. Then after that you are free to use the best shot every time, but that original roll of the die is scary, depending upon if someone hit a horrible shot. My uncle Henry likes to play this tournament. I didn't really want to golf it, but he wanted to, so I agreed. Turns out he is going out of town on business and won't be back in time. I am playing with two guys that I play poker with, some guy I don't know, and hopefully I can get one of my other friends to play? One of the gentleman that I am supposed to be playing with is Bob Sinise. He is the actor Gary Sinise's father. He is a nice guy, one of the guy's that I play poker with every week.

Triton helped me take down the trampoline for the year. I asked him if he wanted to jump before we took it down, and he said "no." He helped put the springs and the elastics for the padding in a bucket, then we rolled up the trampoline and was putting it in a storage room when he said "jump?" I told him, it was too late, and hurried on to something else to get his mind off it. Usually every time we go outside he has to jump on the tramp for a bit. He acts crazy and ends up close to the edge which scares me, so I make him get off.

I suck at bowling so far this year. My yearbook average is a 205, and so far after 4 weeks I am just below a 190! I hopefully figured out something this last week to help me out. If it doesn't help at all, then I don't know what else to do? Quit maybe? I imagine once golf is for sure over for the year I will be able to focus more on bowling, but until then I just don't see it happening. Golf is fun for me, and I think I just assume that bowling will be easy, because it mostly always has. There was about 5 years that it left me, but for the past two years I was getting better? I don't know, maybe it is leaving me again?

Not Only

Well, this weekend wasn't a good one at all. Not only did we not get to see my mom because we were sick, but I golfed like crap as well. I was major sick, but there was a fun tournament that took place. It was a doubles tournament that is one round in a different city and another round the next day in our home town. Out of 36 holes I had 23 putts for birdie. I golfed probably the best ever, but just couldn't make a putt. So, we lost because Henry golfed like crap. Out of those 23 putts for birdie, 17 of them were close enough that I should have made like 35% of them at worst, but I made none! Kill me please!
Triton didn't get too sick, he was the reason that we cancelled this trip in the first place. He seemed okay after only having a runny nose and congestion during the night for a day and a half. We had a humidifier on in his room at night so that probably helped, but I ended up getting pretty dang sick. I ran a small fever and had a lot of aches on Saturday. Still golfed great like I said, maybe it was because I was sick?
Yesterday we were switching channels and came across good ole America's Funniest Home Videos. There was a segment being shown on people falling down and some of them probably were hurt kind of bad in a few spots, but that didn't stop Triton from laughing! Here he is yesterday watching the same segment for the third time.

My cousin Josh was going to Seattle for a day or two and I told him to stop by and see my mom, since he was going to be there anyway and since Triton and I couldn't make it. I talked to my mom Saturday night and she seemed pretty down. I didn't mention that Josh was going to be in Seattle because I didn't know if he would stop and see her. I guess he hasn't called her since she has been sick. His sister Shalee (Monster) has spoken to my mom a few times and insinuated that Josh hasn't called my mom because it is his way of not accepting the fact that my mom is indeed sick. Shalee thought that him calling my mom would make it real to him, and if he never called, then she simply wasn't sick in his mind. Anyway, I don't know how much, if any, of that is true? He did stop by and I am glad that he did. My mom seemed much happier than she did the other day. I just wish that it was Triton and I that was able to cheer her up instead of Josh. Thank you Josh and Kim for taking the time out of your trip to see my mom, hope everything was okay with the drive. I love all of you and have a good week.

No Trip

Yesterday morning I got off from work for the week and Triton and I were supposed to head to Seattle later that night. It was a normal morning just like any other day. I prepared Triton to go over to Henry and Barbara's so that Barbara could watch Triton. Just before we left, I let Triton play outside for like 10 minutes. It was kind of cold outside, but he had pants and a jacket on so I wasn't too worried. We were walking around the yard like we usually do, me hitting a practice golf ball and Triton mowing the lawn. He loves to push his little mower around all of the time. He is liking to do that now, more than he used to like hitting golf balls with me? He still hits a golf ball here and there, but that mower has his attention no matter what. Maybe he would rather be a greenskeeper instead of being a golfer? I noticed that before we left that his nose was running. I thought nothing of it because it was cold outside and maybe his nose was just running becuase of that? Well, it wasn't. A lot of people have been sick at my work, and I imagine that is how he has gotten sick! Barbara still watched Triton, but I told Sheri to keep a close watch on Triton. I woke up two hours early from my nap and found out that his nose had been running all day. I didn't want to cancel the trip, but it is a good thing that I did. He woke up this morning all stuffy and coughing. Here is a picture of him right now. I wiped the dried up boogies that he had all over his face from his sleep so you won't be able to tell that he is sick, but I can still tell!

Then I took another pic seen here, like 5 minutes later. Poor runny nose boy!

I am hoping that it is like one of his 2 day colds where he doesn't get too sick. Instead of his running a fever, coughing and whining week and a half sicknesses! Baby boy is watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and I can hear his congestion as he tries to answer Mickey's questions. It is so funny about a month ago when Mickey would ask a question to the viewer Triton would always answer with a "No", no matter what the question. It was so cute, but now he is pointing to the screen when there are multiple choices. He tries to repeat a lot of what Mickey tells him too, so maybe we don't have a retarded kid after all? Just a kid with A.D.D! We make a funny joke to guests or people that are around him. We tell them that if he starts annoying you in any way all you have to do is try to teach him something. He could be jumping all over you and if you try to get him to say ABC he is out of there. Learning is like his crytopnite for sure!

Poker went okay. One of the crazy players went out within the first hour, so I didn't have to take a stand against him. I worked my chips up in the first two hours and was pretty safe. At the finals (like last night was) there are 6 people at the table and the top three get paid. Payout last night was $30 for third, $75 for 2nd and $150 for first place. I knew that we weren't going to be driving to Seattle so I was able to be patient last night. It came down to 4 of us when I lost 60% of my chips doubling up the guy who runs the event. This left me as the low stack with 4 people left. I started playing crazy and made the final 3 spots and getting almost all of my chips back that I had given to him. Sure $30.00 is better than nothing, but when you have to pay $15 to get into the tournament it isn't that much profit. I was short stacked with 3 people remaining when the guy who I had double up was forced to go all in and lost. I was assuming that I was only going to get 3rd. I then doubled up when my Ace Queen held against my opponent's Ace Jack. Then the very next hand against the same opponent who just doubled me up went all in. I was forced to call because of pot odds, and she doubled up. The very next hand I was delt 2 2, and I don't like the hand, but it is a small favorite over any hand. I went all in and she (not knowing how to play correctly) called instantly with King 8 off suit. I of course don't like the call and she could have easily folded and probably should have. She had to like seeing my dueces though. My twos held up and she was out. The other gentlemand and myself split the remaining money. We then took home $112.50 a piece. The hand with my 2 2 is a hand that I lose 90% of the time, even though it has about a 50% chance at winning against the King 8. I have horrible luck, but when I win hands I should like my Ace Q against Ace Jack, and the 2s hold up then there isn't any reason for me to lose. If it was online poker I would have probably been out when I had the Ace Q against the Ace J, that is how bad online poker is! I was happy to split first place, it is the 4th time in the last 5 tournaments that I have shared 1st place. I am happy with those results and obviously the little bit of extra spending money that comes with it.

So sorry again mom that we weren't able to make it down. Maybe next month when my days off fall on this same pattern? I love you and wish you the best. I miss you so much and hope that you know that we weren't trying to avoid you in any way. I want to see you and be with you so much. I wish that I could be there and help take care of you on your hard days. I wish that Triton could be there to lift your spirits in times of need. I love you and pray for you all the time.

The Biggest Dis Ever!

Okay not a clue why this story popped in my head, but I guess I will share. It is a story about me and the moral values I had in high-school.
I was always a shy boy growing up. There were maybe 3 girls that I had the courage to kiss first in all my life. I would always wait for the girl to make the first move no matter what. I might have been in 7th grade before I even kissed a girl the way you wouldn't kiss your sister. I am talking about lips together, no saliva swapping of any kind until I was in 7th grade. Okay enough about kisses.
My parents were divorced when I was 5 or so years old, and my mother gained custody of me. Neither of my parents were religious and I never rememeber going to church. I think my grandma on my father's side took me one day, but either than that I couldn't tell you anything about any religion. I wasn't a bad kid growing up, despite the petty theft incidents that nobody ever found out about. I have never been drunk. Tried cigarettes in the 6th grade just because it was cool. Hate the taste of coffee, not that people who drink coffee are the devil, it is just something I would never drink. I tried stupid marijuana a couple of times just because friends of mine were doing it. Yes, I gave in to peer pressure okay! Hated it, nothing like the way people make it out to be. It didn't make me laugh, didn't make me have the munchies, did nothing but make me wish that I had never done it. So that was that. I am obviously not an angel, not am I trying to say that I am, but I was a pretty good kid growing up.
I met a girl at the end of my sophomore year in high school and she was a mormon. She didn't ever pressure me into going to church with her. Didn't ever pressure me into believing what she did. I didn't believe anything, sure I believed in Jesus and God, but that was about it. I had a conversation with her about the afterlife one evening while we were walking around by the river, and shortly after that she did convince me to take part in discussions with the LDS (Latter-Day Saints) missionaries. I joined the church some three months later. This young lady and myself ended up splitting up, but I still believe in the church to this day. My wife and I were even married in the Idaho Falls Temple.
Now, we almost have the background to this epic title of the blog. A shy boy who likes girls that isn't restricted by his parents as far as sex. Sure my mom didn't want me to have sex, but she made sure I had condoms, bla blah. Either than that it was open season for me. I had actually had sex one time previous to becoming a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. It wasn't with the girl who introduced me, so don't think that. I wasn't afraid of girls, just didn't want to be the first to make any sort of move. Now, the church of course discourages sex before marriage. However again, I didn't have any sort of restrictions from the parents, only my own moral limitations and the help of the church now.
I had become good friends with this kid in high school during my senoir year. He will remain nameless for the sake of not giving away who this story is about. It isn't who the story is about that makes it a great story, only the story itself. I was driving this friend of mine home after high school one day and I saw this girl in a bus, not the short bus either!, she was pretty fine. I ended up running into this same girl at this new friend's house. His sister was friends with this girl, so I thought fate was bringing us together. I found out that she had a boyfriend, a guy who really didn't like me for some reason. I never pursued her any further, because I am respectful that way. I of course still thought she was mega pretty, and would smile at her here and there, but that was it.
This one night after my friends were finished partying for the night, I drove us all to my friends house. I, being the only one who never drank, was always the designated driver. This friend of mine convinced me to spend the night. I agreed, and took refuge on the big couch. My friend was so drunk he passed out on the floor, while his sister laid on the couch with me. This friend of hers was laying on the adjacent couch. My friends step-father came upstairs and made his step-daughter get off the couch with me. He went downstairs and was never seen again that night. This sister of my friend also fell asleep on the floor. My whole life I have always been the last one to fall asleep in a group setting. I have always had a hard time falling asleep. The television wasn't on, so I was just lying there on the couch. Bored as could be. I had lost any interest of this hot girl, because A. she had a boyfriend B. she was a party girl who supposedly slept around and C. because I was trying to be a good boy. Well, I got the invite on this given night! Funniest thing, and probably the meanest thing this girl has ever experienced. Assuming she even remembers? because, she too, was drunk.
I lay there bored out of my mind wanting to fall asleep, when I rolled over and looked in her direction. The light was on in the kitchen? Why, I don't remember, but it shed plenty of light in the room. This is when I see her motion me over to her couch with one finger! Without saying a word, I simply rolled over so I couldn't see her. It was nice being the one in power, whereas girls usually have the upper hand. I couldn't have imagined how humiliated she must have felt, but I felt really good?! I feel good about it because I didn't give into the ways of the world. Not many guys out there would have turned down the opportunity that I had that night, but that is where I was stronger than them. Plus, they will never be able to tell the story about their "biggest dis." They might be able to tell the story about how they acquired crabs or some other STD maybe?