Full Disclosure

Over a month since my last post. Nothing significant has happened since my nephew's wedding.

I went on another overtime streak and then decided to embark on a series of mini-vacations.

I'm finally taking steps toward home ownership. I went buy the credit union where I have my savings. I talked to the mortgage officer and she told me what I needed to do plus all the documents I need to gather. She also recommended I try a bank with an FHA since the credit union wasn't in the program yet. They will but are in the process and won't in the program in time for me. I thought that was very nice that she pointed me in that direction.

My mini-vacations were nice and restful. I went to my former hometown to visit my family but mostly it was a friend's visit. I saw my best friend as always. I then renewed a friendship with a dear old high school friend. I got to me her family. Her daughter is the cutest little girl and so friendly. Her husband is one cool cat...hey anyone who appreciates Art Bell is okay in my book.

My and by bestest friend EVAR (I like using that for some reason) went out to the river fishing. I spent the better part of the afternoon chasing a gar with a live perch. Gar at the minnows I threw him but no luck on my hook.

I went the next weekend to Austin. It was so relaxing. Friday night I went out to 6th Street and drank beer and looked at pretty girls. The bartender at the place I settled in was cute and friendly. She knew how to work me. I had a good time chilling and talking with her.

As the place got crowded and I got squeezed out, I went across the street to a near empty sports bar. I met a group of people there who invited me to go out to the river and stay the rest of the weekend with them. Being highly buzzed, I agreed and gave them my number. When they called the next morning I didn't answer. I wasn't about to go out with a bunch of strangers to the river. God knows what they were into or up to.

I got my car back and painted. She's pretty. She's sexy. I'm no longer embarrassed by her. The guy who did the job did an outstanding job. I showed it to a friend after we had dinner tonight. He took one look and said,"Damn. It looks brand new." His kid nephew took a look and asked,"Pope is that your car." Yup. "Damn."

I spent last weekend, the last of my mini-vacations, with Rebecca. Yes that Rebecca. The one I had a relationship that ended in disaster. And we had a good time. We went to dinner and then hit up a strip club for old time's sake.

While at dinner we started talking about past relationships. Actually she did. I brought her up to date with Lonely Girl and how she tried to blackmail me emotionally. Like my two other female friends that I turned to for advice, Rebecca said I handled the situation masterfully. Like on coworker said, Lonely Girl could get crazier and make false accusations and Rebecca stated the same thing. Not that I need her approval but it was reassuring that I made the right moves.

Rebecca then asked me about Violet. I said she's gone with the wind. I haven't heard from her and it won't bother me if I never hear from her again. How long she asked? Over a year. No way...yes way. That's the way she is. She disappears and then reappears. But I told her don't think she's coming back this time. Violet knows she scorched the last haven for her.

We talked a little bit about Sophia too. I said I think she found a boyfriend cause she doesn't call me anymore and last time I talked to her was on New Years. She said that's usually what happens when women don't return calls anymore.

The next part of the conversation floored me. I've told her about my ex-girlfriend from Colombia. I know I have because that was the woman I was with when I first met Rebecca. She denied ever knowing about the ex-girlfriend and insisted that Violet was the only one I talked about. I said no I've told you. I think it's selective memory.

We talked while she drank some after dinner wine. I spent time nodding my head while looking for my ex's Facebook page. No luck but I found her husband. All references to her were removed from his Facebook. Very curious. I found a photo of her online and showed it to Rebecca. I said she used to be pretty but didn't age well. Rebecca disagreed and said she wasn't bad looking. Whatever.

We went down the street to a little bar she likes. Her daughter took the car to be hang with friends and I agreed to take Rebecca home. After a while at the bar, she told me if I wanted to drink she would call her daughter to pick us up and I could spend the night with her. I said okay. She reiterated that under no circumstance will she allow me to drive once I have my first sip of beer. I agreed.

We called her daughter to take us to the strip club and she did. We had a good time. A few times she leaned over and kissed me. As she drank more she got hornier and the tongue started slipping into my mouth. That's when she said we need to hook up for the night. I said it's her call. Her daughter dropped us off at home and she left with her friends.

The next morning her daughter picked me up and drove me back to my car. It was a weird feeling driving around in a car with three teen girls who know I spent the night with one of their mothers. Gina, the daughter, just asked me if her mom was up. I said no she's still asleep.

I called Rebecca later in the day but I imagine she was quiet hung over. She didn't even stir when I left.

The night was fun but it also reminded me of why we aren't together anymore. Even though I drank that night I didn't get fucked up. In fact I barely had a buzz. With the way she still drinks I know I can't be like that anymore.

Well that is it from the Pope for now. Gonna hit the rack and catch some well deserved sleep.

Good night.