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October 03, 2003

And all for the price of a Coffee Pot

Once finishing 2002 for a client who shall remain nameless, I decided to get out of Dodge for a few days. A friend, I'll call her Miss Kitty (for reasons which shall be revealed in a few paragraphs), has visited NYC on a few occassions and I had yet to visit her in the famed "redneck riviera" for all seven years that she's lived there. I found a flight for a song and on Thursday night I flew the coop for a sunnier disposition.

I alluded to this in an earlier entry, and now I am a firm believer; God gives you exactly what you need at times when you need it. There are some happenings that are pure coincidence and chaos. There are some moments though, some chance meetings, that are just too perfect to not be at the hand of someone Divine. My Myrtle Beach vacation could not have been more right, more perfect for who I am and what I needed at the time. Upon arriving Miss Kitty took me to her place of business; a multi-venue bar and restaurant. She said I could have my pick of the bar (guys) with two exceptions. That info went in one ear and out the other and then I met a man that I probably like more than I should given that a) he is extremely geographically undesirable and b) I am technically on the rebound.

Well, I've never been one to follow the "rules" so here I am in NYC pining for a guy named..."lumpy". I really like this guy and it's so easy. He deserves the best and I hope he finds it wherever it is...whether it's in Myrtle Beach, Vegas, Ohio, or Weehawken, NJ then so be it. Turns out this guy who I will now dub Thomas Magnum, er Magnum PI for future reference (let's just say he's a pretty good detective), was one of the guys in the no-fly zone. Miss Kitty's roomie had her eye on him. What can I say? You can't fight city hall or amazing chemistry.

So now I owe Miss Kitty's house a coffee pot and all I can think of is what a great bargain. As far as I'm concerned, whoever gets Magnum next...if I give him up...will owe me a a coffee house!

Posted by mermu at October 3, 2003 05:24 PM

Comments

He who gives up freedom for security deserves neither.

Posted by: Silberman David at January 26, 2004 03:15 AM

Miss Mona! WATDHEL!

Posted by: Stormy at October 6, 2003 03:33 AM

Miss Kitty is the saloon keeper and the series femme fatale on the old western Gunsmoke. Since Saloons were frequently associated with dens of iniquity as well, I dubbed Miss Kitty her "blog alias" since she was sort of the saloon keeper of all the guys at her place of biz. Aside from that, this particular Miss Kitty is well known for having handsome, eligible straight men-friends.

It was either that or Miss Mona. Hmm...I am thinking Miss Mona might be better.

Posted by: mermu at October 5, 2003 06:25 PM

OK. How did I become Miss Kitty????????

Posted by: Miss Kitty at October 4, 2003 02:03 PM

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