Yeah, right now, I know that she likes American Idol (that’s a strike in my book) and she’s into country music … not “real” country music like Johnny Cash or the like, but “real” country music like Carrie Underwood and Hank McTwiddleFuck … okay, so I made that last one up. She does listen to some of the music that I enjoy and she does enjoy some of the same TV shows and movies that I like. I think it’s one of those things where it’s going to have to be a balancing act, but I’m thinking this one’s actually fairly cool enough to keep around for awhile (there are no signs of craziness … yet). I expected a lot of give-and-take with this relationship, so I guess I’m in it for the long haul. Hell, she hasn’t run away screaming yet, which is a good thing.
And Bing you’re right, there’s not much in the way of interesting things to do around these parts unless you like to go clubbing, in which case you have to drive to Charlotte and I’m too fucking old to go out clubbing it up with some young twenty-somethings, where the beer is outrageously expensive and the music is so loud you have to scream to be heard … plus you’re wedged into a room with 500 people when it’s only supposed to have 100, yeah, you get the idea. Fuck all that noise.