I think I'm going to have "the talk" tomorrow with my Uber Catholic CYO brownshirt "friend" whatever the heck she would be.

Most likely I"m going to go with my one friend and basicaly "lie" about why I'm not interested any more just to attempt to spare her feelings, since I have to work her and don't need any clear disruptions with huge drama. One of the things that my friend advised me on was to just to state that I've been talking to someone else. This may work but I'm kind of leaning towards the whole dreaded "It's not you, It's me" line of reasoning. Well not in that way but in terms of "I've been married before, and in the Catholic Church divorce People don't get 2nd chances, So you'll never be able to have me part of any type of Wedding Mass..." In actuality it was some Presbyterian minister that married me & I theoretically could get married in the Catholic Church, since I never actually was in their eyes, but she doesn't need to know that at all. Man, it's times like these or in arkwad social situations where I am actually glad I did get married just to have something to tell people .

Seriously, I'm at the point where even though none of this really means jack shit as we haven't done anything since she's a 29 year old V Prude [Literally], I really just got miserable being stalked at all times by someone totally pollyanna who believes EVERYTHING the Pope says. What I can be grateful is the lesson that it taught me; in the sense that if I let those traits that annoy the F out of me with her end up being let loose out on my end with someone that I am with, I deserve to be alone.

Yea, I can whine about trivial things. be a pussy about trivial health issues and just be too plain nervous for no reason. It just took me hanging out with someone 10x worse than I have been in more than a decade to show me what I need to be aware of with myself and change or else. I just wish I could record videos of her to remind myself don't act in X manner.

I love those random TXT messages that you just have to figure out. I received one today from someone giving me their new phone number. The problem is that the number wasn't in my contacts. Then I had to think about it for a while and to be honest I still can't figure it out. If it is someone from my past, than I guess they were deleted for a reason.

Other than that I've been working like a maniac trying to grab as much OT as possible. This has meant that I work 6 days a week at least until tomorrow. For some reason I've just been driving headfirst into this work as much as possible and loving it. Maybe it's just that I don't want to be bothered doing anything else that will involve me exposing myself to the world. Eventually I am going to go back to my less strenuous schedule and then I'll have all of this extra time to spend all that I've worked for during this stretch.

Then with all of this free time I'll go on a search for a wife like my boy Eric Schaeffer 't-believe-im-still-single-from-portland-to-portland/EP01050221 :-/ I'm only saying this since I saw him tonight wearing the same Polo Ralph Lauren underwear as myself and it really creeped me out. I've never watched a show where on one end I was kind of proud that I had the same weird traits as the star and yet utterly horrified at the same time that I had the same traits as the star. The only thing that I can say in my favor is that I don't get sucked into going on "dates" with women that end up confessing during the middle of the outing that they have a boyfriend. But shit if I'm still "broken" in whatever capacity he's broken in at that age, I don't know what I'll do...