Last Dance With Mary Jane

I'll call her Mary Jane. It's the closest I can get to an English pronunciation of her name. Mary Jane is a friend of Rebecca's ex-husband Ed.

One day Rebecca calls me and said Ed was looking to hook up his friend Mary Jane with someone and I came to her mind. I said ok, I'll meet this woman and take it from there.

Mary Jane is a stunning woman but one major problem....she's a 21 year old party girl. She loves to party. I don't. I'm 41 and the dance club scene she likes isn't me. Plus the 20 year age difference is a factor for me.

So I met Mary Jane anyway. I called her to ask her out but she never returned my call. Oh well, it was about what I expected. She met me, was nice but not interested. Whatever.

Rebecca asked me what happened with Mary Jane. I told her and Rebecca wasn't exactly happy that she treated me that way. So she called Ed and pretty much said,"What the fuck is up with this girl?" Ed explained that Mary Jane was in South Carolina with family and working.

That was a few months ago.

Then Rebecca called me last week and said she talked to Mary Jane. She told MJ to call me if she was still interested. I previously told Rebecca that I wasn't interested in MJ. To young and the whole party thing. Rebecca said to call her anyway. I said that was a problem since I deleted MJ's number.

The very next day Mary Jane calls me and asks me to lunch or dinner. Sorry I told her, I've got two tailgates planned this weekend. Football is my busy time of year.

Monday she sent me a text telling me hello and how she wanted to meet up with me. I said fine. How about Sunday she asked. I said fine since there was no home football games to go to.

So that's where I'm at with Mary Jane. I'm going to tell what's going to happen too. I will go out with her a few times. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a roll in the hay or two out of it. But that's it.

This girl really can't be healthy for me. Her partying and my history of alcohol abuse make for a volatile mix. I can't have that.

So thanks in advance for the dance, Mary Jane, but it will be our last.

And My Family Wonders Why I Avoid Them

It's rare that my family really pisses me off. I'm usually just annoyed by them. They are domestic, boring, old and stale. I can't say I'm much different but at least I'm doing what I want to do and am happy doing it.

So today I'm trying to finish off the errands that I blew off yesterday like getting car inspected and other things that cost money. My sister sent me a text,"Call mom when you can." Fuck, this can't be good. I reply,"Ugh, you know I hate talking on phone. What's she want?" "She just wants to talk." Fine. I knew something was up.

I'm half way home when my cell phone rings. "Shit, if that's mom, I'm going be pissed off." Surprise. It wasn't. That's another story.

I get home and call Mom. Just as I suspected something was up. My Mom asked me to go to her house in November to help my brother work on it. I look at my work schedule and football schedules and tell her off the bat that I can't. I have a football game to attend that weekend. She gets upset with me and tells me how my brother made time to do this for her and why can't I? I want to say I'm sorry but I don't. I say that I'm not not changing my plans.

I love my mother but I've learned a few things over the years. One is that she is a very selfish person. The world revolves around her and when her three children don't bow to her wishes she gets upset. I've seen her get angry at my sister for not raising my nephews the way my mom thinks they should. Most my relatives revere my mother...she's a saint in many relatives' eyes. To me she's mom, human faults and all.

What my mom fails to realize is I set aside eight Sundays a year for my local NFL team's home games. Eight, no more, no less. I'm flexible on the eight road games. I've bought and paid for my eight home game tickets. I plan my vacation days around those games. They are sacred, hard worked for days of bliss and enjoyment for me. Growing up, working my way through college and working my way to the point where I could afford them, I always dreamed of being an NFL season ticket holder. I am now. I don't give that up lightly.

My mother gets upset and tells me my brother, who is retired, makes time for her so why can't I. The old guilt trip try. She knows the last time that worked on me was 1998. Again I don't apologize. If she could see me over the phone she'd see me shrug my shoulders.

Here's what gets me. With a retired brother and mother who the world revolves around, they can do whatever the fuck they want when ever they want. I, on the other hand, have such trivial things like a job, dates, friends and taking care of things a working single man has to.

After the whole conversation with my mother, I sent my sister a text,"Thanks for the ambush. Was mom upset?" Not a peep. Not a reply. So now I'm pissed at three people. My mom for assume I'd drop everything for her. My brother for just making plans and not trying to coordinate with me when I can go help him at mom's house. Now my sister for ambushing me to call mom and then not having the guts to reply to me when I ask her a question. My sister set me up and she new it. Very chicken shit of her.

So it's just another reason why I don't visit, call or give a fuck...I do what I want do whenever I want...

Oh The Misery!

The misery is the cry my buddy who tailgates with me at college games. The highlight of his year is our University's home games. At our tailgates, I should say my tailgate since I set up and take down everything, he claims his joy of tailgating while bemoaning the fact he is married with kids. The more he drinks, the more his constant bitching increases.

It's pathetic and sad. He's the one that wanted to get married. He wanted to have kids. He did what I think most people do who really don't have a clue in what they want. He conformed to society's so called norms. His exact path has been right out of a social studies book: graduate college, go to law school, marry, have kids. Now he's perfectly miserable. And people wonder why the divorce rate is so high? It's because people shouldn't be married in the first place.

I'm single and perfectly fucking happy. Growing up I thought it was what everybody should do. I went and graduated from college and I figured I'd get married shortly afterward. Then have kids, visits to my parents on weekends and blah blah blah.

I didn't and I'm glad. Around the age of 26 or so I figured out I don't want kids either. So really what's the point to getting married?

Don't get me wrong. I still want someone in my life. I've been in love before (Violet and Rebecca) and I'm sure I will again one day. I may even marry. I don't want to be alone forever. However, if I do end up alone then so be it.

Novus ordo seclorum
JP to the 3

Summer of Pope is Over but It's Football Season

I had a fun summer. A few weekends out of town. A few weekends of vegging out. Now it's football season.

I have a lot of info to update on family wise. My cousin found her brother who we haven't seen since 1999. I also discovered a whole branch of the family we didn't know existed.

Of course I have the mundane of my life too.

Details, as much as I can reveal anyway, coming in the next few days.