Still fighting my demons
My instructor and I run this FB kali group and, just for fun, I posted something a while ago that went something like, “If you’d like to buy me a random gift, under no circumstances buy me these knives…” and I then proceeded to list all of the knives I wanted.
Welp, no less than three people ended up buying me a knife – four if you count my buddy Miller’s gift for me in December.
One guy was from my gym and just handed me one, another girl dropped one off with me, and the last one was mailed to me.
That’s pretty wild.
Since it worked the first time: People of the internet, now I would like a wealthy, hot, busty, brilliant, woman that likes to clean but hates to cook between the ages of 32-36 that doesn’t think I’m the worst person on the planet.
It’s that last bit where I run into issues.
Although, not everyone I’ve ever dated thinks I’m the worst.
Been chatting with one lady and we’ve been trading notes as to how awful dating in NYC/LA is.
Doesn’t matter if you’re a dude or dudette, dating stinks. But, the alternative is to start eating cat food and forgetting one’s pants, evidently…
I’m spending waaaaaayy too much time watching the horrors unfold in Ukraine.
Been asking my Russian/Ukranian friends to translate things for me but everything is awful no matter how you translate it.
As you might imagine, Lviv is from…Lviv. She doesn’t want to talk about any of it and I get that. Ditto for BrightBea.
Much closer to home, I’m dealing with much smaller worries. It seems that the boy’s getting a pretty bad bout of eczema. It’s been a while now, but I was hoping with the warmer weather that it’d clear up, but it’s not.
I’ve got humidifiers running 24/7 here because I had a friend that had just one of the worst cases of it on the planet and it’s pretty terrifying vis-a-vis her quality of life.
Definitely don’t want anything like that for the kid. He’s got enough to worry about.
That’s him with me visiting a friend’s place. Brought the rum to spread the gospel.
Still, he’s handling
it life pretty well.
Him: After soccer yesterday, I heard one of the moms saying that he’s the happiest kid they’ve ever seen. You must be doing something right.
Me: It’s the light beer in his thermos.
Him: (laughing) My son told his speech therapist that his fave thing is to drink beer with his dad.
Me: When does Child Services come to take him away?
Him: Meh. I’m not worried. You’ll be my lawyer, right?
Me: Oh man, if that’s the case, you’re screwed.
On a related note…
Her: Honestly, for your dating profile, you should just write: “Manhattan homeowner, amazing shape, amazing dad,” and be done with it.
Me: (laughing) Every dad thinks they’re a great dad.
Her: Yeah. But you really are. I honestly don’t get why you’re single.
Me: Where to begin…?
We shot more episodes of Scenic Fights this past weekend but the kicker’s that we did it at the gym.
We’re experimenting with a buncha things, including have Pac run some episodes as he’s our Judo coach.
Fingers crossed everything will work out ok.
Still fighting my demons but I don’t believe them (anymore).
Location: earlier today, taking a cab home with a CEO
Music: I believe I’m on my way up and I’m going (Spotify)
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