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You could see them sitting in the booth, one was drinking a pop, the other two had coffees on the go. They were talking about bullshit mostly but occasionally one or another would peer into the parking lot like they were looking for somebody.
I had on a baseball cap that i got free with a bottle of Crown , a Thick book on the table, and a tea with the bag still in. I watched the people more than the words in my book, they're far more interesting.
For instance, there was a fat guy with a worn lumber jacket on who never seemed to look up. By following his hesitant glances i soon discovered that he was watching another patron dangling her shoe at the far side of the coffee shop. Foot fetish guy.
The dangler was an older yet quite attractive woman. She too had a book but it was a text of some sort and she was constantly taking notes. She had low heels, black stockings that went to the grey skirt just above her knees. Her blouse was white and tucked in smartly. She knew about the foot fetish guy.
My attention was drawn away from the woman when a sudden hush fell on the punks' table. They were quiet but you could see that they wanted to laugh and one did only to be told to shut up by another.
Just then the bell above the door rang as a man walked in. He was about 6', he dressed casually with jeans and a sweater, and he wore shoes of black leather that were freshly shined. Oddly enough, he carried a book Thicker than mine yet it looked brand new. He ordered a large double double coffee, took it to a table facing the door, sat, then set his book down unopened and glanced idly about. Blind date?
The teens were suspiciuosly quiet, then the pop drinker with a nose ring that had a small chain linked to his ear started talking about a skate park up the road. Seemed kind of funny because they had no boards.
I took a sip of my tea and went back to my book. An entertaining tale with fire breathing dragons and knights melting in their armor.
Again the bell rang and i glimpsed up to find another man in casual dress enter, strangely enough he too carried a Thick book.
Now, a coffee shop is a wonderful place. The people who atend them are usually a social lot who come with friends or to meet people. The laughs come aplenty and quite often you'll find that the patrons are familiar with each other. Face it, anyone can make a cup of coffee, you go to a coffee shop for the atmosphere. Which leaves one to wonder, one person with a Thick book is relatively normal, two people reading Thick books in a social setting is unusual, three book readers? Something odd was going on.
As the new entrant ordered his coffee the woman with the text stood, smiled at the fat guy who blushed noticably, and left the shop. She left her table clean and the new guy soon took her vacated chair.
The three were talking animatedly now. One with a black leather jacket and dirty white jeans was saying that the other two owed him money on a side bet. I frowned at that and wondered as to their bet. Nose ring noticed me watching and gave me a dark stare, i looked away. A beautiful woman entered then and the bell seemed to have silenced them. She was a very sexy woman. Tight name brand jeans accentuated her fine shapely hips and legs that left no question as to her intent. A tight t-shirt held her breasts in place under a loosely worn faded brown leather jacket. Top it off with the heels and this girl was out to impress.
The punks just stared and there was no doubt as to what they had in mind. The fat guy looked to be leaving but the moment he saw those pumps he put his things back down. Of the two guys to enter, the first's mouth was slightly slack and he slowly pushed his Thick book in the direction of the woman. The other just smiled and looked at her.
Look for An Encounter part 2 for the ending tomorrow.

it's funny how you'll find one guy...and then you'll find 50 more during that same time. when you can't find a single boy and you feel like there's nobody of interest...there really is NOBODY.
right now i'm in the second situation, and it is more than frustrating. no, i don't need a guy, but i want one. i'm not one of those insecure girls who always needs a guy by her side, i think it would just be a nice change to have one by my side finally. yeah, i'm picky. do i have that right? can i afford to be picky? regardless of the answer to that question, i'm going to stay this way because frankly, i can't lower my standards-it's been attempted and success was nowhere close. it is what it is, i guess.


i love the orange county surfer boys i've grown up with. they're the only type of boys i knew until i left CA, but since moving to VA, i discovered these so-called 'southern gentlemen' who have great manners and are just plain kind for the most part. my best friends from home are two boys i hold on an incredibly high pedestal because unlike many in the area, they're genuinely nice and sincerely caring, which is impressive for a boy in my area. so i guess it's better that i'm out here, not wasting time on jerks...instead, i'm wasting no time on nobody...but i'm not sure i like it...
i want somethin real that makes my heart race and insides go crazy...but i guess it's just going to be me, waiting...at least for now.

I'm going to start writing my thoughts. I'm not really looking for a conversation but I do want people to contact me. I guess, like everyone else, I want someone out there to hear me and see I'm worth a second look. I don't like to argue or exchange one liners so please understand if I don't respond to short comments or confrontational lines of conversation. What I write isn't meant as a slight to anyone because I'm not that kind of person. They're just thoughts and feelings.






I'm a habitual helper. I feel the need to help and in some cases save people. I believe this is a good thing but I think it encourages people to depend on me to the point of not being responsible themselves. I'm tired. Sometimes I just want to be taken care of. I've never had that before but I feel guilty for feeling this way sometimes. I never had a mother or father...not a good mother and father anyway. I was adopted into an abusive home...lol what are the odds huh? (off the subject, not going there)
Okay, where was I? Oh, yeah. I don't know if other people feel like they need taken care of but sometimes I do. Eventhough I've taken care of myself my whole life. I can no longer be in a relationship because I can't stand being accountable to someone. Between my childhood and my marriage I don't think I can ever be in that position again.
I want to be happy, that's it. As long as I don't intentionally hurt anyone I think that is okay. The happiest I've ever been is when I go to New York. I'm not sure why. It's fun, full of life and there is always someone there that wants to talk. I like that. I'm going to wrap it up here. I don't know if this is what a blog is supposed to be like but there it is. Not every entry will be like this. Sometimes I'm actually upbeat! javascript:emot(''); Well that's it for now. Gotta go now. Gonna try to find something to do in this little 'town' (San Antonio)

it never ceases to amaze me that americans are so foolish and naive.. bill clinton gets head and they try to impeach him,,, bush lies, kills, steals,takes away our freedoms and calls the Constitution "another fu***** piece of paper.and he is still there... GET RID OF THE BUFFOON !!!!!!

People with disabilities
are valuable to society
because they're in a position
to help us learn
how to deal effectively
with personal vulnerability.

Disability CULTURE
is how we feel, think and act
as individuals
because we've experienced
personal vulnerability,
which is a part of life.




Do you agree?

star lite star brite some windy day lets fly a kite

Pretty lights and carnival music

Painted ponies with bowed heads

Round and round they dance so

Always chasing rainbows.



The lights turned off

The music stopped now

Painted ponies raise their heads

Step off their carousel.


Free to dance now

Skittering in the wind

Moonlight catches bridles

Leads them far away.


Carnivals forgotten

Endless circles lost in time

Dance and prance, kick up their heels

Free to be now.

i come on cs to chat and boy how i chat but what i really need is a lady to fill the void in my life to share my life is that to much to hope for my little girl says someone will come papa .... i hope and wait....and while im waiting i paint....

Keep Hope Alive...M.L.K.
Just when I believed that being single was O.K. and had given up hope that a man of Integrity,sincerity.honesty and loyalty existed...I was smiled upon...Feb.14th...a day to always remember...a day never to forget....True love reigns

Its rant time BABY!

On TV at the moment is the movie "Day After Tomorrow" its one of those 'mother nature goes on PMS and kills all humans except the super model scientists'. The rest of the world be damned because the pretty humans must live while all the normal people are doomed to die in floods, tornadoes, ice chunks falling from the sky. I guess weather men don't exist in these movies because even a mental idiot can say "hey theres a giant pink blob on the weather map, I wonder if it means ice!".

And the movies are over dramatized too, its like "OH NO I KILLED A CHIPMUNK THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!" and the guy cries and cries until he gets hit with an ice chunk falling from blue skies.

Back onto super models always living, look at the show "Lost". It had great potential but in the end went to crap because it was slow. 'OH NO I KILLED A COCONUT" cries one of the women who can still do bikini waxes even tho shes on a deserted island. And the guys are all beefed up with abs of steal that can stop shark bites, but too busy whining about people not like them on this island. You know, screw the other people on the island, cause one of you will end up dead sooner than later, so stop the infernal whining for an hour and just get to the giant invisible monster thats plowing down trees.

Now if you don't mind, I cooked some fish that I found in an ice chunk in my yard, and I'm really hungry.