Dreaming of Paris
Made three women cry recently; all essentially strangers. One was business, two were personal.
Me: Do I come off as scary or a jerk?
Him: You do get intense.
The business one was over video chat. In no way, shape, or form did I attack her personally, I just wanted to know why, literally, everything my client was promised did not come through to fruition.
In 25+ years of business, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone just break down in front of me. I don’t think I even raised my voice. No cursing, no name calling.
Her: Industry average is 15-20 days.
Me: We’re at 21 days. So you’re telling me that you’re not even doing average work. You’re offering me below average work. Lemme ask you, if you came to me and I said, “I’m gonna provide you with below average work,” would you hire me?
And then…it all went sideways. With waterworks. My client and I just sat there, wondering what the hell just happened.
The other conversations didn’t go any better.
One was sad and involved someone else that lost her family. I knew I wasn’t her fella but we traded our sad stories, anywho.
Her: Are you ok now?
Me: (laughing) “Ok,” is a very relative term. (later) What about you?
Her: I’ll be ok. I’ll leave you alone now. Thanks for listening to me.
The last was an acrobat who cooked Greek food. I seem to have a thing for short-haired adrenaline junkies with a particular look.
But she said something that irritated me no end.
Her: I’m always the girl that people want to have fun with but never the one they want to stay with. (later) If you send me an Uber, I’ll come on over.
Me: It’s late. Kid’s got school tomorrow.
Her: I don’t mind if you have a kid, BTW.
My kid is not someone you don’t mind. My kid is made of awesome. You’d be lucky to meet him, let alone, have him in your life.
That ended things before they could begin.
There’s this song where this guy asks a girl what she’s looking for and she answers, Something that I want.
It’s weird. My buddy and I meet new people all the time. It’s in our nature.
But he finds something in them that intrigues him whereas I just can’t seem to want anything from anyone.
He sees colour everywhere. I only see grey.
Him: You and your rules, Logan. They’re insane.
Me: My rules keep me, and those around me, safe. You’re safe because of my rules. Imagine if I didn’t have them. We’re where we are right now, because of my rules.
I’ve been day-dreaming of Paris lately. Sometimes, I regret deleting people from my phone and life.
But it’s one of my rules.
Speaking of fuzzy memories, on the plus side, I got some sleep recently thanks to my friend Miller, so I’m relatively more clear-headed.
Clear-headed is a relative term as well.
MIL: Did you buy me cereal and have it sent to my house?
Me: I’m gonna say no but lemme double-check.
Me: Who did you hear that from?
Pac: You, Logan. You told me that.
Me: Jesus Christ. I cannot be trusted with anything these days, man.