Corny Sad Logan
Her: Well, I found your blog before I met you, so I was interested to see how much of your online persona matched you in real life.
Me: No kidding? What’d you think?
Her: You are exactly as you are in the blog. Even the corny things you say.
Me: Corny?!
Her: Like, you say, “fellas,” in the blog. And I was like, “Well, there’s no way he uses that in real life.” Nope, he does.
Me: CORNY?!
I wonder sometimes how I come across in this blog.
When I first started writing it, I remember that my buddy Nadi felt like I came across as a sad sack – but that was mainly because I thought my failures with women was far more entertaining than my successes.
Still, a number of people, including Sara, have said that this blog pretty accurately reflects the way I am in real life.
Sara does say that I’m happier in real life versus how I sound in the blog, but I think that this blog allows me to sit with my thoughts and sadness does occupy my mind a lot.
It’s not always like that.
But yeah, I glad that at least some people think that I’m not trying to pretend to be something that I’m not.
Her: And who says “pad,” for their apartment? The 1990s called. They want their word back
Me: Well, that’s more of a 70s thing…
Her: (interrupting) They still want their word back, Logan.
Speaking of the 70s, Sara and I had a fun time the other night reminiscing about things we loved from our past that are gone now.
For her, she loved Squeezits as a kid.
For me, I loved something called the Reggie Bar, which was named after famed baseball player Reggie Jackson.
I told her that the thing I loved the most as a little kid was cheese in a can, which was something that I could literally eat with a sleeve of saltine crackers for brekkie, lunch, and dinner.
No wonder that I such a fat kid.
I could go on and list a million more things, but I’ll relate a final story for this entry.
Told you in the last entry that Sara’s sister and BIL came over for dinner the other day and we got to talking about drinks.
Him: I definitely had a Zima before, I just don’t remember it.
Me: It looked like a bottle of vodka but tasted like…well, kinda like beer. (later) What about a Bartles and Jaymes?
Him: The coolers?
Me: Yeah, that was pretty huge when I was a kid and then it just…stopped.
Someone (I don’t remember who): That stopped being a thing by the time we were in college.
I wonder what memories of stuff happening right now the kid will bring with him into his future.
Man, I hope it’s a whole lotta good things.
I wish that more than you can imagine.
Location: Chinatown with everyone, having hand-pulled carbs
Mood: nostalgic
Music: Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin (Spotify)
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