Sunday, June 19, 2011

I know, I'm getting soft.

Hey, I had a great weekend all in all. Got some repairs done on the truck Friday AM, then my Sweetie stopped by later that morning and ended up staying until a few hours ago. Yesterday we threw some shit in the truck and went for a wander - ended up putting a couple of hundred miles on the truck just fucking around - I wanted to show her some of my favorite places with a side trip to Columbia State Park for herself. So I took her all over the Southern Mines area in the Mother Lode, down all kinds of twisty narrow fucking canyon roads and she was actually interested in my mini history lessons.

I really like this girl. Me and Lisa both have a lot in common as far as upbringing (she's an Army Brat too), she hates crowds and big cities, and we're close to the same age, me being a few years older.
She's never shot but is willing and wanting to learn, likes to fish, doesn't mind if I hunt or disappear for a day or 3 and has a fantastic sense of humor. Plus she plays a mean game of backgammon. Oh boy, does she play a mean game of backgammon.......
Her politics are more middle of the road than mine (fuck, Rush Limbaughs' politics are more middle of the road than mine), but she admires the fact that I stand up and am willing to fight for what I believe. She's never said a word about the Git Kit (bug-out bag, GOOD bag, whatever you want to call it) in the living room other than to ask what it was and what was in it. Of course then I had to explain why I had it packed and that it was to stay packed and where it was and she didn't roll her eyes TOO much.

What I really like about her is she told me right out the gate two things: she wanted to take things slow and she needed her alone time.
A woman after my own heart.
I mentioned yesterday that I had a vacation coming up in 3 weeks and she asked "Gonna go hunt for a few days?" Not "What are WE going to do?" but if I was going to hunt. And when I told her I had planned on a two or three day hunt, she just nodded and smiled.
Yeah.

Now her faults:
She wants to wait on me in my own house. I ain't used to that shit - a guest is a guest - but she's the kind of girl that believes in pleasing her man. That's going to take some getting used to.
CharlieGodammit is SO fucking in love with her, it ain't even funny. Let me put it this way: I've had CGD for about 18 months and my mother has been over about a dozen times in that period, yet she can't walk up the sidewalk without him beating himself bloody against the security door trying to kill her. Once she's in the house it's all good and he'll love on her, but when she approaches, she's a fucking intruder.
Lisa, on the other hand, got a welcoming bark and a tail wag the second time she came over. I should've known then that I was in trouble.
And when she leaves, that sorry-ass Wolfdog mopes and whines for days. Seriously. He will lay his head on the couch and snivel like a baby.
I can't believe it. I have lost my pet wolf to her......
And she does find it peculiar that I worship the Pig as much as I do - she laughed when she saw bacon mayo and salt - but she'll get used to that. She better.........

So I think that even as early as we're into it,this is my first serious relationship since my divorce, and folks, I honestly believe, given my feelings about her, that I need to put some honest effort into making this work. I think it could turn out to be something I never had.

Yeah, I know. Next thing I know, y'all are gonna be accusing me of having a house decorated with flowers and paintings and shit instead of barbed wire, I'm going to Gay Pride parades, I'll be driving a Prius, and having that bitch Cindy Sheehan over for dinner.
Whatever.

Fuck Obama.