James-Journal-5

James Spence
Dec. 4th, 6:34am
Work went as usual. Experiments and paperwork, until Allison casually asked about my plans for the weekend. I replied that I didn’t have any, but smirked that I’d come up with something. She smiled wistfully and left without a word. That was enough, she’d been hinting and smiling long enough, I’d ask her out for drinks. For the first time I misread her signal. I told her to wait and asked what plans she had for the weekend. She began gushing like a school girl. She was apparently headed to Germany, with some royal named Valdemar who owned a castle… seriously, who owns a castle? At any rate, I could see I wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise, so i just told her to be careful and have a good time. To call if she needed anything.
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Plan A fell through, so I thought I’d call Catalina and see if she had plans for Saturday night. This was originally plan A until Ali came along, but after three rings, I got the automated message, “We’re sorry, but this number is invalid, or is no longer in service.”
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Strike two. Plan C, not my proudest moment, choose an attractive name in my little black book. I chose Mindy, cause there were three of them. Strike three and four. When I got to Mindy number three, I wasn’t feeling too hot about myself. Was I losing my touch? Well, I thought I’d take out Mindy three and show her (and myself) that I’ve still got it.
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We have a pleasant dinner and a nice place, but something doesn’t seem quite… enough. Mindy looks stunning like usual, but seems just a little dull around the edges. “What’s wrong with me? She’s a 10!” I tell myself. Doesn’t seem to matter though, as I kept finding small faults through an otherwise perfect evening.
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After dinner I offered to let her drive my baby, and asked her where she would like to go. She suggested, of all things, to go sledding. What is going on? Once, I can see as being whimsical, but two nights in a row from two different women? That’s too crazy. Maybe I should go buy a lotto ticket.
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I suggested that we instead go to the track, and I would show her what my MacLaren could really do. She seemed excited, and my pal, the night guard let us in with a knowing wink. I took her for a test lap, and then really opened her up. All the while Mindy was giggling like a school girl.
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Nearing the end of the second lap, all of a sudden there was a figure on the track. Crazy bastard! I swerved to avoid him and skidded to a stop, nearly wrapping my car around a post. Mindy was giddy with excitement, she thought I had done that on purpose, just to show off. Apparently she didn’t see the figure in the road, and she’s right, why would there be anyone on the track in the middle of the night? It’s just the night guard, and he’s not that stupid.
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I suggested I take her home, as I obviously wasn’t doing so well, but she suggested we go to my place instead. I might not have been all there that night, but I’m still a hot-blooded male, and she was still beautiful. I couldn’t say no. We continued the high-octane excitement at my place, until finally we both fell into exhausted sleep.

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