Click images for desktop size: "School Dancers" Work was what it was. For a second day I impressed hell out of them which says little for the standard type of employee they must get. It's the kind of job that you learn in two hours and then do every day, day in and day out until you finally find yourself at the end and realize you've got a gun in your hand and no plans for tomorrow.This sort of job suits me fine. Mainly because I plan to get a dog.
Dogs are things that are safe to live for. They'll live for you.
They always have a sense of humor about life. They're grateful that you're a part of their life.
Dogs are ok.
I ran into Pink Girl today. She was enchanting in that way that only a woman can pull off.
I'd say something and then she was off and running, finishing my thought correctly and adding the assurance that she agreed with it.
We walked and talked about her future which ran the gamut from being a vet, to a fashion designer to being a tattoo artist.
Good Ol' Dog kept pulling us along as Pink Girl talked about dreams, the fascinating things she wanted to do. She shredded my heart like a red paper valentine when she prefaced all her sayings with, "I've researched it. I research everything that's important to me."
Then she talked about her grandiose plans to save the world with money, power and the internet. it was innocent and beautiful. She looked beautiful to me as she talked about her plans and her fears.
We walked and we talked for over an hour, about music and what we loved about it and the different kinds we loved. Good Ol' Dog was grateful as we didn't interfere with her rhythm. We let Good Ol' Dog set the pace and direction of our walk.
We finally ended up at Pink Girl's house. She said she wanted to show me something. I didn't want to come inside. This wasn't because of her. The problem was inside me and the fondness I was feeling for her.
She made me promise to wait. I debated but because I'm slow witted and she was fast she came back out. She had something with my picture on it, a picture from long ago. She asked if that was me.
I had a lot of confused feelings but I nodded and then she asked me if I would sign it for her. She had a sharpie. I was pleased she was smart enough to know I'd never refuse.

Click images for desktop size: "Ted Williams:The Mighty Splinter"I remembered to ask her name. I wrote it and signed my own.
I asked her where she'd found it and she said, "I researched you! It doesn't make you mad? I wasn't spying was I?"
I told her she wasn't spying.
She thanked me and tried to take my hand.
Forgive me, but a part of me hoped I would never see her again.

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