Attracting flies of a different sort...

Well, as you may have already read in Susan's blog, we had a good morning. She did fail to mention that she sprinted past me up the last hill to our unofficial finish line. Whooo, Susan!
You go girl! I believe we did about 4.5, give or take. Small steps. Kinda like Big John when he trots past me; 40 years his junior and I still can't catch him. I'm comin for you Big John... oh yeah, I'm comin' for ya. Nothin' personal, just my young pride on the line. I'll see you at the start...2005!....Chicago!

I'm kidding. Love you Big John!

I can't really think of any pressing issue that I wanted to expound upon at this time. ( You like that? I learned a new word - expound.) I told you a little about my experience with the Navy a few weeks ago, but I did forget to mention the 50 year old that hit on me and bought me a drink. Yeah, I know... I had blocked it out. Anyway, I first want to say that I have nothing against 50 year olds, but even the young guys are pretty much up-front with their intentions. I had met him at the Battalion barbeque. We engaged in idle chit-chat; he mentions if I want to hang out with him and the OTHERS, just give him a call. (I know, in hindsight it was somewhat written out) I flippantly say okay and that was that. At about 8 pm, he has managed to walk to my hotel and find out my room number. Calls me and reminds me of a non existent agreement between the two of us about him buying me a drink, and offers to come to my room. I immediatley said no, I'd just meet him at the hotel bar. ("Harmless", I'm thinking because I hadn't had a drink in ages and we'd be in public. Just two Navy bubbas have a beer and talking. And I knew that everyone else was going to be there since it was our last night.) So I meet him.
He buys me a drink and proceeds to tell me about his bout with stomach ulcers and how he cured them with cayenne and jalapeno peppers. Don't ask. Then the questions, in rapid succession, mind you. "Are you married?" "Have any kids?" "Can you cook?" I ask him if I am dressed appropriately for the interview, to which he laughed and continued, "So, do you cook?" I hesitated, because I usually don't like to lie. I know I have cooking abilities but my survival tactics kicked in. "Rarely." Sensing my lie, he went on to explain that he was looking to find someone to settle down with. Someone with my quiet qualities - that of an Asian nature. I immediately wonder exactly what kind of (phaermones) I am emitting because I can't believe what I have just attracted. The dial on the spray emitter must be clogged or just pointing in the wrong direction. Maybe I was suppose to call the company for one that was to spray for only a certain age group vice the generic one I was issued upon birth.
Needless to say it was a short night for him. Luckily for me a live band was about to start their set and he couldn't take loud noise. The next day he avoided me like the plague. Maybe I need to attend (phaermone) management classes. Mine seem not to be doing me any good.
To all who are in committed relationships - I salute for not having to go through the awkwardness of singledom ever again. For all you single bubbas like me out there.... use a good smelling soap and pray your emitter dial is set for the right age group.