Second Best

There are some things that I forgot that happen when I see someone. My time is not my own anymore. It becomes our time. I had called Brenda from work yesterday at four in the afternoon. She said that she did not feel like cooking and wanted to know if I minded. I said that it didn't bother me and that we could get a pizza or something when I got there. The whole concept of someone cooking for me still kind of takes me by surprise. Feeding myself really isn't that hard.

So I went home thinking that I would eat something, shovel the driveway some more and then head over to her place. I got home around five thirty, logged on for an hour to read my email and some online journals, ate something and then went out to shovel. Reading online journals is a nice way to relax and start the weekend. This plan sounded good to me, but I was wrong.

Somewhere along the line Brenda changed her mind and wanted to surprise me by cooking dinner for me. She called me at seven thirty to tell me this and was wondering what I was doing.

When she called, I was outside with Mark my downstairs neighbor and landlord. We were talking about what we could do with all of the snow. Since I don't have a snowblower, I just threw the snow next to the basement windows of the house. He was getting worried about the windows breaking from all of the weight. With all of the snow that we have gotten, the driveway has shrunk by five feet and we are running out of room for any more snow.

Mark is a real talkative person, which explains why he is an insurance salesman. We started talking about the snow, but the topic soon changed to women. He said that Vicki and him had been friends for ten years before they decided to get married. They had dated other people over the years and then they decided to go out as friends and soon it became something more.

When I did finally get over to see Brenda, she was upset. She says, "I am not going to be second best to a computer." She knew that I was on my computer and didn't understand why I didn't come over sooner. She was hurt that the computer was more important to me than her cooking. I, however, did not know that she was cooking for me.

For a few seconds, I started to script my final journal entry explaining why I was abandoning the web. She is definitely not a computer person and it is very hard to explain to her what appeals to me about the computer. Her concept of a web page is vague at best, but I have no intention to abandon this project. I am sure that I will be able to reach some kind of agreement with her, because my habit is only an hour a day. I know that I am not the only person who has encountered this problem.

Another fault of mine in my boyfriend status is that I seem to be late every time that I go over to her house.

Dan can be cruel and funny at the same time. He asked me if I call Brenda the "idea box" like they have in their ad campaign. I think that if I ever mentioned that name, I would be in trouble. Brenda has a sense of humor, but she might not like the comparison to a giant box.

I made it over to my parents house this afternoon. My mom was able to place her tupperware order and I got some laundry done. Brenda had done most of the laundry already, but I still had some left at my house.

My mom is starting to think that I need Brenda just as much as Brenda needs me and she might be right. I am not in constant pain when I am with Brenda, nor I am running out the door every night.

I was hoping for a longer entry today, but I guess that this will have to do for today.