Girl watching, power eating, and experimentation with herbs have been life-long interests of mine. If people from the present society (which I think is increasingly getting greedier and selfish) were to review my life, they might say, “what a loser.” Fortunately I realize I can not change what others think of me. I must have a good opinion of myself.
I loved Candice as I love all good-looking women. She told me she was leaving to head a new clinic on Forty. I told her I wanted to go there. I couldn’t take it that she was leaving, and, it was much closer to my house. The Grand Opening party was interesting–Candice, who had shown no real interest in me before, gave me a tremendous hug in front of some local dignitaries. She knew she was not going to see me again. The new clinic doesn’t take my insurance.
The weight loss instructor looked straight at me in the group of about nine big fat women. “Stephen do you love yourself?”
They were all waiting for a goofy reply. I looked up with sadness in my eyes and said I did love myself, sometimes late at night. Then I rolled my eyes and looked guilty. This got a good laugh. We lost no weight Easter week.
Vance G was a crazy character. On the way back from away football games he would lead the team in singing, “spent the last year Rocky Mountain way,” then the team sang “ba na na na,” and then Vance, “couldn’t get much higher.” The team sang, “ba na na na.” This bonded us. He even sang it after a loss, which infuriated our head coach.
Later in life we shared a house. He was a womanizer which was fine with me. We had women coming and going. The sounds emanating from his room became a bit much, so I wore earplugs. When three of his rent checks bounced, we got into a fist fight. After that our friendship was never the same. He died several years back at the age of fifty from a brain infection. He will not be forgotten by me and not by many women.
I’ve worked over forty-nine jobs in the Frederick County area. That’s given me a wide range of work experiences, especially how to quit and how to get fired. I now command salaries of up to nine dollars an hour.
At my last job, my boss, Jena, a rather attractive woman asked me to please get to work. I winked at her and said, “Jena, there is nothing wrong with getting a little behind.”
That was my last day there.
I have sales experience in jewelry, real estate, fire alarms, frozen steaks, furniture, and marijuana. None of these jobs was lucrative, but selling marijuana helped me to get laid once.
One of my qualities is that I take jobs that require mindless labor and no responsibility, and focus on getting to know my co-workers. On the clock, I’m a real people person.
My main requirement now is that I work with women. My motto has always been: Work hard, play hard, but don’t play hard to get. I’ve always appreciated promiscuous female co-workers–without them, I wouldn’t have had nearly as much sex on the job.
I’m currently seeking employment as a Mystery Shopper inside dialysis clinics. Keeping a close eye on nurses comes naturally to me.
When I look back at my past, I can see that my future has to be better. It can’t be any worse. It is always darkest just before the light.
Dialysis changes you both physically and mentally. The vein in my left bicep has been altered to carry large amounts of blood. This is my access, or fistula. Before the nurses stick needles in my arm, I like to ask them if they think my fistula makes my muscle look bigger. The nursing staff at dialysis, mostly young women, have helped me mentally. Sometimes instead of reading or watching TV, I just stare at the nurses. I always tell them when I am leaving that it was nice looking at you.
A priest says to the rabbi, “You don’t eat bacon?”
The rabbi says, “No, it’s against my religion.”
The rabbi says to the priest, “You don’t make love to women?”
The priest says, “No, that is against my religion.”
The rabbi says, “You should try it– it’s better than bacon.”