OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!! I was right all along!!! (Re)read my entry from July 7, 2003 at 3:31 am (it's the second entry on that day) then read the following excerpt that I ran across from AOL News a few moments ago:
"NEW YORK (Nov. 9) - At dawn, armed FBI agents assigned to an anti-terrorism unit converged on an unlikely front in the war on terrorism: a tiny ice cream shop in Brooklyn.
The agents arrested the Yemeni proprietor, a naturalized U.S. citizen, who lived three floors above. Based on a tip, they said, they had learned that $20 million had passed through the bank accounts of his business from 1997 until the raid in January.
The proprietor, Abad Elfgeeh, pleaded guilty last month in a proceeding that escaped notice, perhaps because the illegal money-transfer charge against him never mentioned terrorism.
But a review of court files by The Associated Press revealed that prosecutors believe Elfgeeh was an associate of Sheik Mohammed Hasa Al-Moayad, a prominent Yemeni cleric charged with funneling millions to al-Qaida in the years before the Sept. 11 attacks."
I'd like to think that my Blog is so influential that I had a hand in tipping off the authorities and that I'm now a national hero. Well, one can dream.... :) Still, I cracked up laughing when I saw what happened.
Hmm...maybe I can use this to my advantage--serve my country AND shut down some evil businesses in the process. Hey Feds, I think there are lots of terrorists working for Exxon. Wal Mart, too (c'mon, with so many illegal immigrants working there, some of them must wanna blow us up real good). Go get 'em boys (what's that, you want names?...Give me a break, I'm just playing a hunch, worked last time though, didn't it!). With more terrorists in jail AND Wal Mart and Exxon crippled, we truly can work together to have a better, safer union. :)
...no Tariq, I said I wanted orange sprinkles, not Agent Orange!
(It's a good thing nobody actually reads my drivel, I'd be in for an ass-kicking from so many offended parties right about now...things I'll do for a larf. :) )
There are a lot of things I could talk about. Could be time to fill you in on all the insipid little details of my life in the last month, but it'll have to wait. No, I can't be quite that frivolous right now. There's something on my mind and I have to scream about it here before I can think about being my usual self.
My little Guster fan doesn't know about this blog. It'll be a long time before she does, methinks, because I have to talk about her, and the things I've got to say are things she shouldn't know at the moment. I met her in person for the first time yesterday night. She didn't meet up to my expectations, but only because she surpassed them. If you asked me a few months ago to describe what my ideal woman would look like, it would have been difficult for me to do so. Then I met her and as such, I've seen the face of my ideal woman. She is a redhead, wears very cute glasses, and doesn't overdo it on the makeup. Her pictures do not do her justice...in person, she's the most adorable woman I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon in a very long time. She's so much more than a stunningly pretty face, though. Her personality is nothing short of sparkling. She laughed at my dumb jokes. She is very easy to talk to. Me being the poor conversationalist I am, I was very worried about lulls due to my quiet nature. Such lulls were few and far between, though. We talked about all kinds of things, expounding upon our emails of the last two months or so, and it all seemed natural rather than forced. I'm not in love with her. I'm not in lust with her. But I do like her. I really REALLY like her and I really REALLY want to see her again. I fear, though, that the feeling may not be mutual. I made at least three overtures to see her further and all were rebuffed. Thing is though, in all cases, the excuses seemed to check out as legitimate. First, I suggested that we extend the evening by going across the street and seeing a movie. She was tired, though. She had had a busy weekend and probably would have gone home and straight to bed after work had she not committed to see me. I next suggested that she accompany me to the Ben Folds concert on Sunday, but she's going to be away this weekend (I already knew she was probably going to be away this weekend, but perhaps her plans had changed since she told me so). I also suggested that she join me in New York for an audition/taping of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? She would have had to take a day off work to go, though (it's on a Monday), and that just wasn't going to be possible. Now when I brought up the movie idea, she said perhaps another time when she's less tired, but I don't know if I was getting the polite blow-off or if she meant it. Needless to say, it's very difficult for me to read the situation...anyone who knows me well knows just how much I suck at that. In total, our date lasted for about an hour and a half. We spent a good half hour to 45 minutes after we were both done eating talking about various things, but I was still home well in time to see the Patriots beat the Broncos. When she first came in, we only shook hands. When we parted, I had to ask for a hug in order to get one, but it did linger a little longer than I thought it would.
I want to believe that there will be a second date. I want to believe that I'm finally going to have a little happiness. I don't know, though. I'm filled with much doubt, and it's depressing to think about. I thought I did so well...made good eye contact, tried to look as good and well-groomed as a schmoe like me is capable of, smiled, joked, picked up the check automatically and without hesitation. I did my best. I even
felt sexy, which isn't something that I can say very often. I don't know if my best was good enough, though. What if my best is
never good enough?
I'm not seeking some meaningless steamy affair. I'd be the happiest guy on earth if I could just put my arm around her for a little while while she rests her head on my shoulder. That's all I need. Is it too much to ask? I mean really? When does it get to be my turn to have this?
Welp, I suppose I shouldn't get in touch too soon. I should probably wait until Thursday or Friday to send her an email asking her when she wants to see that movie. Hopefully, she'll write me back with an answer that will bring me joy rather than sorrow. That's all I can do. I need to go finish crying now.
