When Genius Failed?

So Kelene is upset with me for "not managing her expectations" last night. I probably should not have had that last pint with Bmac and O dog on the west side. I should have made that last tube too. Damn. Getting back to Shad Thames from South Kensington by taxi a mere minute after the last tube pulls out of the station is a bit akin to seeing Drunk Suit Guy pull the hot blonde you've been checking out all night 1 minute before the pub shuts. But oh well, it was my last Thursday night of gardening leave. Next week I start the new job.

So before I commence the drive to the Isle of Wight with an upset Kelene for the long weekend, I leave you with the first installment of what will now be my weekly Friday Rumination:

There’s nothing more annoying than someone you know stopping to speak to you while you’re running the treadmill at the gym. But first you just smile and nod because you think they’re going to walk by. But when they stop, you’re now forced to remove your headphones and attempt to carry on a conversation without hyperventilating. Just when you think it’s all over and you get back to your workout, the person passes by again, again stops to talk, again you have to annoyingly take your headphones off and try to speak without wheezing. Soon you start to wonder whether pressing the person’s face against the tread while you do two miles will cause permanent damage.

Enjoy your long weekend cruel world...

- Asshole, out, 25.08.06

How is it that I make literlly 38 phone calls to B&B's, hotels and farm houses to the Isle of Wight for a two night's accomodation over bank holiday weekend and come up empty, but my girlfriend Kelene makes one phone call and finds a gem?

As an aside, I'm starting to get a tad uneasy as my gardening leave life is coming to an end next week and my official Life of Riley ends 1st September. I'm starting to feel the pressure of needing to cram three-month's worth of heaving drinking, partying, running, working out and salsa lessons into a 7-day span.

- Asshole, out, 24.08.06

Hi cruel world. So this is my first ever blog entry. I guess you can call me a blog rookie. Actually, the reason why I'm writing this entry is because I haphazardly found out that my ex girlfriend (let's call her Crazy) publically called me out on her own blog entitled "Lucky as a Lychee". So I guess you can say that I'm here for some disillusioned form of cyber-retribution. Hey, whatever makes you feel better right?

So I'm sitting at the Easy Internet cafe yesterday near Bond Street in London a little bored, but more because I was killing time before our Bankers League Softball Championship Game (which we won 10-2 against Citigroup) and I decided to "Google" my name, as one does. One of the results was a blog entry by Crazy, which had some text about a discussion she had with a good friend of mine and ex flatmate (let's call him Bear) where they were bantering about how much of an asshole I am.

So I kind of lauged it off at first, right. I mean after all, I'm a dude. A dude's dude at that. Athletic, long-distance runner, only child, American, kind of cocky and skin as tough as a croc. But to be brutally honest, I can't get Crazy's blog entry out of my mind. Am I one of those? Am I actually an asshole and I just don't get it? Anyway, I had a horrible slow pitch softball performace. O for 4. Who does that? I played division I baseball in college and I can't get one hit in the final game of the season? How budget is that? Needless to say I was the topic of the softball team's email banter today which was expected.

So I'd like to think my performance was a bit to do with Crazy's blog. I mean if Crazy and Bear randomly meet in Hyde Park one day and the first topic of conversation is how much an asshole I really am, does that make me an asshole?

I haven't told my loving girlfriend (let's call her Kelene) about the blog yet for some reason. Should I? I tell her everything. She makes me so happy. Anyway. Maybe I'll mention it to her this weekend, as we're heading for the Isle of Wight. What the hell does one do at the Isle of Wight? I'd rather go to Slovenia. Well, for now, all she'll get is this blog entry, if she can find it.

FYI - I'd love to try to find Crazy's blog again, but it doesn't come up anymore when you google my name. If you happen to stumble across her blog, by some random chance, please send the link.

- Asshole, out, 23.08.06