"You know how to whistle, don't you...You just put your lips together and blow my meat whistle!"

I was bored. Extremely bored. How bored was I? I spent the weekend with Violet.

Normally I don't mind doing things by myself. Hell I enjoy it. Fishing, dog track, vacations, roadies to Louisiana to gamble, titty bars, movies and going out to eat. I love it all and enjoy my aloneness. This week I went down to Galveston and almost killed outta shape ass on my bike. I took in the new Terminator movie. I went to the dog track and then the nudie bar afterward. All alone. I liked it.

So Saturday I'm bored. I called good old Violet to check in on her and her depression. I knew she hadn't had a good meal in a while. Depression does that. I know first hand. So asked her if she wanted to get dinner after work and she said yes.

The place I was in the mood for was where we had one of our first dates. While there a flood of memories hit me. Our life together. Then my post-Violet girlfriend came to mind. I haven't come up with a good name for her yet. But I took her there once to and it was the point in the relationship when we were talking marriage and all that fun shit. I almost proposed to her. The weird thing after that was when we were leaving. A man stopped us in the parking lot and gave me flowers to give "to your beautiful wife." So all these thoughts of Violet and ex-beautiful Colombian girlfriend came to mind.

So what do I do? I come up with the idea of spending today in Galveston and at the Moody Gardens with Violet. I realized after the fact that this is where me and ex-Colombian girlfriend spent New Years 2000 at. Is there a doctor in the house? Paging Dr. Freud.

The reason I asked Violet to do something was I was coming off my anger of last week and starting on a downward cycle. I just didn't want to be alone today.

Sophia, or the lack of, was what was bringing me down. As much as I want to write her off, I can't. The rational part of me was saying move on and find someone else. Another voice was telling me don't give up. So I was going batty thinking about her and I didn't want to be left to my own devices this weekend.

I told myself not to call her this weekend. I almost made it. After I dropped Violet off, I sent Sophia a text message in Spanish (Sophia is beautiful South American woman!) asking her if everything is okay. I didn't even put my phone down and it rang. I thought it was Violet calling me for God knows what.

It was Sophia calling. The first words out of her mouth were,"Pope, I'm so sorry. I got your messages. I've been so busy with work and my Mom. I feel so bad. I wasn't ignoring you." She went on to tell me about work, her mom's neediness and other time consuming stuff. She said sometimes when she does get a moment to herself she wants to keep it that way. I can definitely understand that.

We had a nice conversation. Of course there was the promise of seeing each other soon. I hope so. I miss her dearly. I want us to pick up where we left off before my troubles. As I've said before, I need to win her heart back. She just needs to give me the chance.

Amazing. I feel 100% different than I did 24 hours ago.