Friday ramblings

I told Beautiful yesterday that I was done. Unfortunately my words lacked the tone of finality in them. I knew this as soon as they left my mouth. I watched the words travel to her ears only to find their own ineffectiveness in the delivery. Damn.

I'm so glad it's Friday. It's been a really good week outside of my usual trappings with Beautiful. We've had a run of good weather in the 70-80s and I've been able to ride my motorcycle.

I love riding simply because of the faux freedom it gives me. Granted I'm surrounded by semi-trucks and asshole drivers, but inside my helmet it's just me and my thoughts. That's not always a good thing but this week it was.

The girl in the tight shirts that always stops by my desk to flirt stopped by again yesterday. She looked good. She knows about Beautiful and how things were going. I told her. She then starts telling me about her marriage and how the honeymoon phase is over. Now she sees her husband and what he's really like. She said she wished he was different. She mentioned she hated the way he dressed and said she wished he had a style more like mine. She didn't sound happy. I tried to end the conversation because I had tons of work to do but she stood there as if waiting for some specific response from me. She asked what if I was busy this weekend and I told her I had plans. After an awkward pause she smiled, touched my arm, and said she'd talk to me later.

My translation of her part of the conversation: I'm not happy. I'm looking for someone to give me what I don't get at home. You seem to be the one. Take the hint. Ask me out.

Then she turned me off. She jumps on her soap box and throws God at me. She said, 'Sometimes you just have to pray. I know it seems like you pray and it stops at the ceiling, but He's listening. I'll keep you in my prayers. Hopefully we both find what we're looking for.'

Yuck. Don't throw religion at me. Ever. It's the quickest way to turn me off. For that reason I'm going to sleep with her and practice a little role playing. I'll put on a Jesus costume and she can play Mary while we hump biblical style. I'll even scream out 'Jerusalem!' when I climax.