[Shane]

So, after a text conversation with Jay, I decided to post a story about a day in my life.

You may recall the story about the old historian / Vietnam fighter pilot who I met online, and as it turns out he lives just up the road from me. On the night that I met him, I was sitting in a bar waiting for him to show up, and talking to a nice, attractive young lady. She turned out to be his neighbor, and I know her father. It was a bit odd. Before she left, I gave her my business card, and didn't expect to hear from her. But she emailed me 3-4 times a day.

Anyway, the old guy contacted me a couple days ago and asked if I could come over and look at some of his antique photos and give my opinion. I agreed. Right after I talked to him, his neighbor called and asked what I had going on on Saturday. I told her I would be at her neighbor's house in the afternoon, but I was free after that. She said "since you are going to be over here, why don't you stop by afterwards, and I'll make you dinner". Who am I to say no?

So I go look at the old guys pictures, which are incredible btw. If anyone is a history buff, I can share some stuff off the site. Just PM me. Then I went to her place. She made a cheese souffle (sp?), with a variety of side dishes. Appetizers were martini's. It was good. She asked if I wanted to go downtown for a drink. Again, who am I to say no?

We end up in this bar downtown, which appeared nice, but was really tacky. There was a guy playing guitar and singing in the corner, and not very well. That didn't stop a few drunk people from "attempting" to dance. It was packed. It took forever to get a drink. I think we had about six drinks each, and decided to split. I asked for the check, and after about 30 minutes of waiting and being ignored by the staff, I threw $5 down as a tip, and we skinned out.

We got back to her place and she offered me a nightcap. Have I said this yet? Who am I to say no? Needless to say, we ended up pretty messed up. She decided I needed to stay there, and not drive home. This was probably a really good idea. There was no kind of porno style getting it on type thing. It was all very innocent. I think that is good.

We were sleeping peacefully side by side, and then it happened. The ringtone on my phone is "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns 'n Roses. In my drunken state, I forgot to turn it off. Jay sends me a text about Ryan Smyth nearly getting killed at 8:21am. She rolls over, grabs me, and says "What the hell is that???". I told her I forgot to turn off my phone, and I am going to kill whoever that is. Then I said "Oh fuck, it's Jay talking hockey". She asked who Jay was, and where she could find and kill him. "Long story" was all I could muster up.

So we were awake, and she had coffee brewing and breakfast started. The doorbell rings. It's now 9:00am. She wasn't wearing anything that justified answering the door, and asked if I would take care of it. No problem. It was a guy in a suit riding a bicycle. You know what that means. Jehova's Witness. I open the door, and he stuck a flyer in my face and said "sir, we'd like you to read this and come worship with us later". I said, I'd like for you to shove that thing up your ass and light it on fire. It didn't end well.

We had breakfast, and I came home. I thought maybe I had scared her away, but she called me this afternoon and thanked me for a great night. She wants to do it again this week.

Long story short, she cooked dinner, we skipped the bar tab, and I verbally assaulted a religious cult type guy.

I spent $5. Best date ever.

Fuck you Jay.