men as bastards, all

well, roaming about Grapevine and White Settlement. Kentls former trick Greg has developed a missle lock on Nick's ass, and the two of them are flirting mercilessly. I will indulge and deflect by shopping for expensive German cars and fantasizing about flying home on Southwest this afternoon, having admitted defeat.

Halloween in Big D

Howdy from big D (little everything else, as I like to say.) We left yesterday around 2:45, got here about 7:45 - the traffic through Conroe was TERRIBLE - it took us nearly two hours to get from my place in midtown to Six Coves road (where I always expect the freeway to open up.)

I spent the entire FUCKING trip up on the phone working on this blow-y up-y mortgage loan I was trying to get closed. Tragedy, fire, flood, famine and pestilence. Nick and Curt (my friend with whom I came up here) sat up front, playing hip-hop music on Curt's car stereo (which is, I suppose, acceptable, but under my standards much like a transistor radio.) By the time we got to Huntsville, I was ready to kill someone or something. Nick then plugged in some classic disco, and by Madisonville, I was better, but the constant stream of incoming phone calls about this last minute closing just about derailed my happy white ass.

We got up here, and I was frazzled. Larry had dinner waiting, and my friend Gary was here unexpectedly, so that was really nice. Nick, once arriving, had a totally shitty text message from his "ex-" in Columbus that nuked his attitude. Of course, said shitty text message was produced by Nick's spending an hour yesterday going into all of his mail, IM, and web accounts and changing his passwords so that the bastard couldn't log in and play on the net AS Nick and spy on him.

About 10:30, we went out (the obligatory Dallas bar crawl) I hopped into Gary's car, and let Larry, Nick and Curt travel together. Nick spent the next three hours on the phone with the jackass, varying between elation and depression. Around 1:30, I sent Nick a text message "you realize that you're not on a trip with me. You're on a trip to Dallas with Carlos."

So, Nick comes into the bar and wants to tell me that he's sorry, but I need to understand that he has to have these conversations, blah, blah. I replied "you just need to go back up there and deal with him. You're not ready for anything else, new jobs, new friends, new experiences. All you're willing to do is have this drama with him."

On the way home, Nick was VERY unhappy, and text messages me that I've made him feel very badly, and that he won't be spending the night with me. Whatever, Mary Francis.

We got back here to the house, and he and I talked for about an hour - and I think I got him to see that this (hispanic) ex- never dumped him and never tried to break up - that this was a manipulation technique to make Nick prove that he (Nick) loves him. Once he saw that it was just manipulation - he was PISSED. We talked about a lot of good things about he and I.

And, he keeps saying "friend" when he talks about us, so I need to just back off any notions I have. If anything comes of this, it's going to be a LONG term project.

He did, last night, look me right in the eye and tell me he loves me - complete with breaking voice. He's a smart cookie.

And he wants to come back within a week. He's talking about selling his cars, and a car here in Houston that he's found that he wants very badly. He's talking about finding a JOB job, and how much he likes Houston.

And, I like him a LOT as a companion. I really like it that he wants to talk to me, and wants me as a confidant. I can say that his presence in my life makes me want to lose weight, and look better for myself.

Had a great time talking to Gary yesterday and last night.

Going today to Fort Worth, and we're going to stop by a VW dealer that has a beautiful VW Phaeton that's offered for sale on eBay.

Loan blowy-upy day two

I just would like to wind up and smite some assholes in Dallas who are making things unnecessarily difficult, because of their own incompetence. I don't choose the word incompetence lightly; they are very much engaged in unbusinesslike behavior. They have lost files, lost documents, confused one file with another, and now are claiming that they incorrectly graded the file. Actually, they're claiming that I mis-stated the file in my handwritten summary page, which would suggest that they make underwriting decisions based on a broker's hand written summary instead of the information on the documents supporting the summary.

Which is bupkus.

The branch manager, whom I have spoken to about the file, I am now told is the only person that can resolve the problem. Whoa, boy - this is going to require some serious clearing up of expectations, as I think the man's a fucking idiot.

Hurry! Go now, and read this eBay auction listing before it is taken off the site. leather pants

Thursday - packing up

Nick is now telling me that since I'm angry, he should make other arrangements, no, he wants to go home now. It's me that's making it all weird.

I think I'll email hotwire and cancel his return trip.

Lest you think

that some Audrey Hepburn sort of evening occured after I concluded my post a few hours ago, mai nons!

Nick, bless him, has NOT been back - he did send a text message at around 2;45 to say he had "passed out" which is, I think, gay code for "found someone really hot."

I am now deciding whether to tell him that the person with whom he passed out should make sure that there are enough clean towels for Nick's accomodation through his return date on Wednesday. It seems a reasonable suggestion.

Hump day screwin'

Oh, my - the hooker called me tonight while I was driving home from Queer Lake - he was all drunk - he says "come pick me up" I said "I'm on my way to a massage appointment, and I have a friend visitng from out of town, so no. What did you have in mind?" "Giving you some head" "Oh, my. And what do you want me to do for you?" "Thirty bucks?"

So, Nick had already called - he was out with his lesbian friend. I had given him $50 of the $250 I had promised him for working for me - he tells me he's already spent it all. He's wobbly. I tell him I'm headed to the massage guy, and would be home about 12:30. He says "okay, call me later."

The hooker calls next. I tell him I'll call him after the massage (not that I for a moment entertained the offer.) And Nick calls back. He asks if it's okay if he hangs out with this friend of his a while, and will I bring him more money? I laugh and say "you know, that's the second request for money I've had from a young man in the last ten minutes." he says 'huh?" I said "the hooker offered to blow me for thirty bucks if I went to Pasadena and picked him up." Nick says "Oh, but with me you'll get so much more for the same amount of money." I say "Don't be making promises you don't intend to keep." He says "what makes you think I won't keep them?"

Anyway - I just got home, Nick had called twice while I was at the massage studio, and he says he's tired and coming home now - no worries about bringing him more money. I walk up to my door, and Curtis, the married construction worker guy has come by and left a note.

What is UP with all this?

Had a fabulous meeting with Dana tonight - we talked about Fabulair and me and getting it all back on track. I think I made some progress. Now, I really need some SLEEP since Nick had me up until nearly 3:00 this morning, and it's already nearly 1:00 again.

Monday, Monday ver. 645.01

Just getting lined out for the day. I have a ton of stuff to complete, which is great!

Interesting - a friend of mine, who's downtown getting his THIRD divorce pro se, just called me to ask me what a judgment of divorce was, and why he didn't have one. I suggested to him that he DID have one, he downloaded it from a website six months ago, and had showed it to me earlier.

So, the judge dismissed his divorce case and told him to get a lawyer (which I had told him over and over months ago.)

I told him that people just kept voting Republican; the judges who were on the bench when I was practicing wouldn't likely have treated him that way.

I find it SO interesting that people are SO worried about "protecting" marriage, when no one who has access to it actually honors it.

Sunday evening review

Quite the interesting day. New Vision is taking up more and more of my Sundays; today a number of us went out to lunch after church, and I wasn't home until nearly 15:00. I stopped at Wally World, and forgot two of the things I went in FOR, and then came home.

Dr. T spoke at church today; he didn't do what I had suggested - until much later - and the first part of his conversation was rather weird. He made what I took to be a racial joke - not a nice one - and everyone else seemed to have taken it the same way when we were talking after church.

He really triggered a lot of interest on the part of everyone there - to see someone ELSE. No one liked his energy. Everyone was put off by his evasiveness after church, and EVERYONE was weirded out by his politics. He had made an appointment with me to re-align the chassis for 15:00, and he called to cancel while I was surfing my way through Wal-Mark.

Which I found to be quite amusing.

Ruby's stereo burped and died as I was coming around the Pierce Elevated this afternoon, which REALLY annoys the piss out of me. I think it may be a fuse issue. Ruby's also sporting a check engine light AGAIN, which makes me VERY unhappy.