teeth, a headache, and old flame...

So last night I went out for a few drinks with my friends, the HR kid, Hollywood and the Sexy mom. I mean it was loud, and we were all talking loud and laughing with our heads thrown back. It was nuts. We had a few drinks and then the shots began. I love shots, they are fun, you do them fast, you feel a little dizzy and they always under no circumstances seem like a good idea. It's shows that you are having a good time. The HR kid, didn't have any, and she left early, but no worries, we kept on laughing. So then tragedy struck, and this older gentleman came over to us right as we were all commenting about how we had boobs and were female. Naturally just as I point mine out he comes up and says he would like to rest his head there. I mean does this work for guys? I guess it might if you have more than 2 teeth! REALLY! 2 teeth. This is America, where orthodontists run wild and are on every corner. There are fake teeth you know. You can get them installed like spark-plugs. Dang! And I got to thinking, am I in the boondocks or what? So we were nice and he left. Then he comes back again, and asks if we are single. I immediately point out that Sexy mom is married and it doesn't hurt that she has a ginourmous ring, I blurt out that I am engaged and moved my ruby red , non engagement ring to my left hand. So 2 teeth asks Hollywood if she wants his number. I was like WHAT? This guy is an original. Scary. And in all her poise, Hollywood says, "no thank you" How classic is that? She could have told him to piss off. It was a great moment.

So I get home, drink some kool-aid, throw down some advil, throw on an old flannel shirt and head to bed. So around 11am, when I roll out of bed, my mom had texted me. And my dad had run into an old flame of mine. He was actually my first true love and he always hold a dear spot in my heart. I can reflect on that time in my life and smile. He was wonderful and I know I don't really see him or hear from him, I know if we met up, it would be a nice thing. So my mom tells me he has started running. Ironic. I have been a runner for 13 years, running many races and feeling good about it. Apparently, the bug is catching on. I like that he is running. I like when anyone new I know gets into it. Running is like the best thing for stress, and I met some of my dearest friends in the running group. It came at a perfect time in my life. Although I am not running as often, I still love it. I just have school sucking my will to live and I don't have the time for the training schedule. That is a training schedule for a half or full marathon.

Ok so I got sidetracked. This old flame of mine was great, we dated about 4 years and then parted ways. But I have stuff that reminds me of him, and I didn't burn it or throw it away when we broke up. I kept it. So that flannel shirt I was sleeping so comfortably in was his. It's faded and pink, but it's still a man's shirt. It's worn to the perfect amount of softness, and I love to wear it in the winter. It's too big and I just walk around in it with slippers but I always think fondly of him. Just when I wasn't thinking about him, my folks run into him. As my Miss happy go lucky says, it's the universe bringing me some happiness today...