It is amazing how much more time it takes to get things done later in life. Many of us... late bloomers, nontraditional students, single parents, bust our butts. I keep telling myself, get up and work hard, it will all come together. Then, I see my paycheck, WTF. This year is going to be different. Did I say that, man those tapes really are working. I also say, with my age and work experience they are bound to hire me at graduation. I have so much on those damn kids. Oh no, "damn kids", I think I just got older, maybe they will see me as bitter and grey. Should, I use that touch of Grey for Men. Ah, I should just go drink my B fortified smoothie and go to bed while dreaming about some sweet angel skinned woman, rocking all the insecurities out. No! stupid Freud, A younger much hotter woman that looks nothing like my mom rubbing all the insecurities out again and again. Tomorrow will be another day.

I would buy her a (garage sale)new pair of shoes from Nordstrom. Give her the flowers I picked up from the neighbors yard, or near cemetery. Then whisk her away in my beat down 1997 POS turbo. We could sputter up to the art museum, I hear it is free. While, impressively seducing, lets call her "Bambi," with some comments about the lines and influences of the artist; I should be ready to make my move. Quickly! rushing Bambi into the next room, so she doesn't smell my art I just left for the next chump couple. "Oh your eyes look so beautiful, and your skin so smooth." Then I say, "You know, you can see, a butterfly in the iris of my eye if you look close enough." I say, "yeah really, look closer." xx xx I got one, "ahh, Baby thanks for the kiss. Wanna go back to my house for some cheap beer, and a foot rub?" Then I bring it down, "No, I mean my feet." I explain, "No, they are not clean but I will keep my socks on." In her protest, I say, "Your name is Bambi what do you expect? Now kiss me again and maybe I won't shoot your mom."

Needs work, but a great date don't you think!