Into the night...

Tonight...as two friends were talking...I slipped away...into the night.

Oh, it's not as if I did it on purpose. I tried to get a word in edgewise, but to no avail. So I excused myself to go to the restroom, then when I saw that they were in a discussion, I quietly vanished from the bar.

I did text them afterward saying I had to walk the dog, time got away from me, blah, blah blah...

I wanted to go and that was the best way of extricating myself from the situation.

So after many texts back and forth, I said that I wasn't moving on to where they were going. I just wanted to go home, grab something to eat and relax...oh...and I did have to walk the dog...eventually. ;)

After eating, when I finally had said dog in hand and was walking across the non snowy parking lot, I noticed that a car was running and muffled music was emanating from it. The car belongs to some young girl that lives in the complex.

As I walked the dog across the basketball court, I noticed that the car immediately shut off (the music dying with the revving of the engine of course) and glanced back to see her marching through the cold to her condo.

And at that point, I chuckled to myself. You see, I know she was probably talking to some guy, listening to whatever today's equivalent of "romantic" music is and when she thought she was interrupted for some reason, decided to storm away in a huff.

I pondered this as I walked the dog...mainly because I wonder what bullshit line some idiot was feeding her...I mean, women in Vegas are pretty gullible and delusional (so are the men but that's another tale), so I can only imagine that it wasn't something even remotely close to this (and I apologize for the language barrier but, for some reason, the English version isn't available online...imagine that...so I get to teach you a bit of a Romance language anyway...)



Why? Because today's men don't know how to be romantic...they have no idea how to court a woman. Then again, women say they want that treatment, but they don't. They want the "bad boy"! Which makes the real man an anachronism.

And as I ruminated over this while strolling along, I couldn't help but also wonder...

WHY THE FUCK WOULD THIS COMPLEX SPRINKLE ITS LAWN LATE AT NIGHT AFTER OVER TWO DAYS OF SNOW TO THE POINT WHERE THE SIDEWALK FREEZES AND I ALMOST SLIP AND FALL?

And my cries laced with profanity as I finally balanced myself went drifting off...into the night...

;)