Sweet & Sour

Okay, the cool part is in the middle. So hang in there. This has been quite the rollercoster day. Ahhh. . . . it’s now 5:03am. Why in the world am I awake? Yea. Because I never went to sleep.

Right. Okay so the best way to do this is to just start with this morning and go chonologically till now. It’s amazing how sweet and sour today was. Honey mustard is my favorite dressing, by the way. Okay. Today was crazy. It’s a Wednesday. What’s crazy about a Wednesday? That’s the point. Nothing is supposed to be. Wednesday is a day where you just continue on doing what you’ve been doing on Monday and Tuesday. You’re in your groove by Wednesday. And it’s all about just coasting till Friday by this point.

But no. You gotta remember that my little world is quite twisted up. “Twisted Up?” I’m pretty sure I enjoy my world being twisted up. That is, of course, if you compare me to the typical “work-a-day-world”. Lol! So yea, you’ll see in a minute.

So I wake up, shower and jet off to K’s office for a day of mortgage brokerage training. Conquer the world.  Be a biz builder. That’s what I enjoy, right? Well folks, Daryl is a normal human like the rest of us. So that means that life isn’t always on cloud-9 for me.

At about 5pm I start packing my stuff and tell K that I’m about to head out. But first I decide to bring up the important topic of how I’m going to get paid. Haha! Yea, just a quick topic right? Um well, acutally it was. Basically I’m going to be making about half of what I thought I was going to make. Yea, I did a bit of friendly negotiating and I may end up with a better deal when I go in tomorrow (today). K’s going to talk with his biz partner and see if he can give me a better deal. But whatever. Who know’s what’s going to come of it. Half would still be a quarter-mil. What am I complaining about, right? Ah, I don’t know.

I guess I really enjoy my freedom. If I take this I’m locked down. I’ve got to answer my cell anytime it rings. I’ve got to assume normal biz hours. I HATE THAT! So what am I going to do? I’m going to sleep on it. But then I’m probably going to drop the mortgage broker biz. Yea. I’ve never felt right about it. It just doesn’t fit me. I think my secret recipe of Stock Market, software development and Real Estate is much more to my liking. Anything that makes me a cube-dweller is just not my style.

So whatever. That’s enough about that. Here’s the cool part. I took a lunch break at Zaxby’s. After I’d eaten my meal I left and jumped back in the X. But since I didn’t need to be back to the office for about 15 minutes I sat there and started thinking. “Maybe I should call M and ask her out on a date. But it’s almost Friday. Surely this is too soon. And plus, I don’t even have a date planned out. Restaraunt? Concert? Arg! What should I do? I don’t know. Restaraunt O is definately my style. And I heard that I should request to be seated upstairs.” Man, I’m so fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants. But that’s what I always do. So I’ should just call her and asker out. However it comes out is just how it comes out. So I sat there for about 20min getting up the courage to call her.

Finally I pull up her number in my phone. My finger is on the send button. The pressure is building and building. That button will press any second. Ahhhh! Wait. Do I really want to do this? Is this the right time? Shouldn’t I just wait till next week? What the heck! Who cares? If she makes excuses then just whatever! If she’s all booked already then just who cares? There’s one million reasons why it’s not going to work. But hey, I’ll just press the send button and hear it straight from the horses mouth. “Click”

Ring. . . Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring . . . “Ola, hablo espaniol. You’ve reached Pedro’s voicemail. Pleasa leava messaga aftera da beepa.” Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Uh, you gotta be kidding me. I typed in her number wrong. Yea, I’m pretty sure she’s not a Mexican dude. What now? Okay, I’ll call up MK and get her number from him. I called him and just when his phone was about to switch to voicemail he answered. Whew. Long story short. I got her correct number.

So here we go again. Beep beep beep – beep beep beep beep. Ring . . . etc, “Hi, M. This is DF from the Christmas party. I’ll try back later.” ARG! I hate voicemail.

Well that was about 1pm. I called again around 7pm. Again, got her voicemail. Then I got a call from Matt about meeting at a bowling alley to bowl with a couple other friends. Cool. So I head over there and we get on a waiting list for a lane. After waiting about 20min my pocket starts to vibrate. I pull out my phone and look at the screen. Blip. Oh no! Wait! I think I saw M’s name but I cancelled the call somehow! Was it her? Was she really calling me back? I told my peeps that I had to make a call. They joked around telling me to invite “her” over too. Yea, if only they knew.

I called her back and she answered this time!!!!! Woo hoo!!!! I was trying to get out of the bowling alley because it was loud. I told her to hold on a sec because I was trying to get out of the building. Long story short she just started chattering about her day and about why she missed my calls. She talked about her house-sitting disaster over the past couple weeks. She chattered about how busy she was. And I was all ears because I just couldn’t believe that she called me back and that she was just chatting like old times over the phone to me. Ah, it’s so nice. I just love it when girls just feel like they can chatter away to me. It means that they are comfortable talking to me, right?

Well I stood out there in the cold for about 20 minutes talking to her (actually she was talking to me mostly). But I really like it when the girl drives the conversation. Anyway, I figured that I’d better get to the point. So I told her that I called because I want to take her out on a dinner date on Friday. She quickly replied that it would have to be a bit earlier because she was going out of town that evening. Haha! Woah! Gotta love that! No excuses, baby. Just basically, a straight up “yes but”. Like, “Yea, I’d like to go on a date with you but we have to do it earlier!” I was pretty stoked by this point.

So I said, “Okay, well, since I’m self-employed I guess I could work around that.” She laughed a bit. “So, what time do you need to be getting on the road?” “At about 2pm.” “Okay, well the restaraunt I had in mind isn’t open for lunch so I’ll have to come up with something else. How about I call you tomorrow and tell you what the new plan is?” She proceeded to tell me exactly what her schedule was like tomorrow and that I should call between 6p and 8p with the plan. I told her that I’d do that. We talked about bowling for a bit before I asked her to wish me luck. She gave me her confidence by saying, “I think you’ve got it covered.” I told her I’d call her tomorrow and we said goodbye.

Um, YEA!

That’s what I’m talking about! Whew, it’s on baby! Wow, she actually wants to go on a date with me. She called me back. She chatted with me at length. She’s so cool. Can I get her? I don’t know. But I guess it’ll be fun trying. Most guys don’t have any fun trying. So that’s good, at least. I just can’t wait for Friday! I’m going on a date with M!!!!!!!!!!

Man, it feels really good. I just can’t describe it. I can’t wait to tell ya how the date went. My goodness. I really enjoy her company. I love listening to her chatter. I like it when she tells me about the mini-disasters in her life. I like it when I see “M” calling me on my phone. Um, I think I’m going crazy.

Yea, I need a good slap right now. I’m too tired to finish talking about my wacky day. So maybe I’ll talk about it tomorrow if I’m in the mood. So there. You got your juicy blog entry! You should be happy with that!