<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d7964919\x26blogName\x3dBill+And+Dave+Are+Dead\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://billanddave.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://billanddave.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d4370529864444180878', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe", messageHandlersFilter: gapi.iframes.CROSS_ORIGIN_IFRAMES_FILTER, messageHandlers: { 'blogger-ping': function() {} } }); } }); </script>

Thursday, October 14, 2004

5.11.1994

Today was very interesting mostly because of Jennifer. She showed up at the house and looked much better than she did the other night when she was here. When she came in the front door I was waiting for her in the livingroom. I got dressed up in a coat and tie. She asked me why I was all spiffed out and I gave her some bullshit about getting dressed up once a week just for the hell of it. I'm sure she saw through that lie quickly enough. I definetly didn't want to admit I had got dressed up just for her. Jennifer was wearing a blue minidress, white nylons, and cute little black shoes. She looked very attractive and the more I thought about how she looked the more I wanted her.

I was impressed with Jennifer because she had paid so much attention to my ramblings the other night. Something I said prompted her to bring me a little present. She handed me a copy of the film "Closet Land" and she even put a black ribbon around it. It's a really demented film and it's one of my favorites. When she handed it to me I was stunned. I thanked her again and again to the point of sounding stupid I'm sure. Maybe when she comes over tomorrow I'll surprise her with some roses. That way I can get even with her for the movie.

We sat together in the livingroom making small talk for a short time. Coincidentally we both gave two weeks notice at our jobs on Monday. She gave her notice at the Italian restaurant she's been working at for a little over a year. I had the idea that she had only been working there a few weeks. I didn't realize she had been there that long. After the idle chit chat there was a long silence that made me feel awkward. After a couple of minutes I kissed her. It felt great and she was into it. Before I left for work we just sat there together for a while. Jennifer curled up next to me and I held her under my chin. It felt as if things were meant to be. Her timing couldn't have been better since I had just wound up a nightmare of a relationship with a headcase named Carrie. Carrie was a real pain and with Jennifer around the memory of Carrie will fade out that much faster.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home