Army Post Road

     Hmm so when I had my two days off this week I went home on Wednesday and came back to Iowa City/Cedar Rapids late Thursday evening.  Did the usual thing except this time instead of meeting Alyssa and whomever at the Union Station, I caught up with them (belatedly even) at Dancer's Ranch way out on the south side of CR.  From there of course we were at Safari Lounge from 11:15 until closing time and yes, we did go to Woody's to finish off the night.  That, however, did not finish off the night.  Thadeus, Alyssa, Sarah, and myself all then returned to Alyssa's house to continue drinking the beer that Alyssa had bought too much of.  Didn't end up leaving until 11AM.  It was an excellent night, and I didn't even really have that much fun at the strip clubs.
     Returning to my apartment Friday morning was a big downer after a very, very fabulous morning. 
     Before I go on, I should say that it was both one of the best nights of my adult life, but it was also one that I will probably think back upon for quite a while and say, “I can't believe I really did that. Did I actually do that?”
     So when I got back to my apartment from my fantastic morning, there was a contractor installing a door in the inner hallway of my apartment.  He was here until 6-something Friday evening.  I got next to no sleep on Friday after having only slept from 6:30-9:30AM at Alyssa's.  I don't even think it was an entire 3 hours that I got back at my apartment.  Not a good situation when I've discovered what I thought was just over exposure to dog hair at home has actually been that I caught my mother's cold.  Probably made 2-3 girls sick thereafter. 
    The experience Thursday night/Friday morning really was something I can't shake off readily, don't want to, and really don't know what the next step is.  I have really never been in a situation that I can draw that many similarities to.  At one point I was really having one of the most profound and satisfying conversations with someone that I can recall. There are factors of the whole deal that give me great pause and make it difficult to discern what to do next.  I readily admit that it may have to be a one-time thing due to circumstances and that I may just have to reflect on it as a pleasant and instructive memory. 
     The coming days and weeks will tell. 

     I was looking through the Facebook profile of a fairly random person this afternoon, we went to high school together and are Facebook friends so not 100% random, and I wondered who might be looking through my Facebook profile and reading this that I totally don't expect?  It's kind of a neat and creepy at the same time.  It would be cool to see who all has seen my profile and journal.

    A couple of recent events have got me thinking about what it is about age that segregates adults.  I say this because three women in almost as many weeks have exclaimed to me, “You're so young!”  These women all range from 5-10 years older than me and all approached me first.  Two of the three said that and continued to talk to me and eventually it became much, much less of an issue while the third  repeated the exclamation once or twice more, got somewhat disturbed by my membership in the military and soon disappeared for assuredly some combination of those two reasons.  It makes me wonder why some, if not most, if not all, women have this pre-determined notion that age is a concrete and direct indicator of what kind of man a man is. Age isn't anything but a number. It's a silly indicator of how mature or adult somebody really is.  And I think that's entirely true. 
     I think my congestion and fever are taking back my brain because beyond whatever I got out in the paragraph above is totally gone from my head.

     And now you know… some of the story.