Foot in Mouth disease?

So I want to write about my evening, but I'm afraid of putting my foot so far down my own throat that it'll end up being able to act like my foot again.

Follow? I have an awesome mental image of this.

Anyway, I went to Lawrence, saw the KU - New Orleans game, went to Henry T's, and saw the woman who a person in my fraternity once dubbed the Bosnian Babe.

It's a funny name. I choose to use it to protect the names of the innocent. I also have a friend named Rob. He is not innocent. Hence, I openly use his name.

Now about a year and a half ago some bad things went down, and it seems that time has finally erased all of the unpleasantness from that period of my life. Me and time go way back with that kind of thing. You have no idea how many times I've decided that I had to say SOMETHING RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'LL NEVER SAY ANYTHING AND THEN I'LL ALWAYS REGRET IT!!!

Oddly, that statement, though often detrimental, still remains true. Though what I wish would happen never does when I do the "saying of something" and some pretty good friendships end for approximately ever, the ones that don't end eventually get stronger, because I don't have THAT thought hanging over my head like a sword on a string (can you identify the Arabian night tale that simile comes from?).

Anyway, all of that horribleness happened. I moved on. After many moons, the friendship tentatively was re-established. And I decided that was it. I did not want to go through that again.

And after tonight I've come to the conclusion that I don't have to. I'm pretty sure I can keep it civil this time around. The crush that existed then has lessened now. I say "lessened," because these kinds of things never really vanish, do they? I mean, there is a reason for them. It's not like that reason changes. The two reasons for this one are still glaringly obvious. Conversation is easy and curly blonde hair.

I am a simple, sad little man. Ask Kay.

Anyway, since that time I discovered that conversation was easy with a lot of women I know/knew/just met/etc. Also, in this age of dying, curly blonde hair isn't that uncommon. Plus, since that time a crucial factor also came into being. I got another crush. That was a short lived crush, but it made the distancing even easier.

So today was the first physical and visual contact in two and a half years, and I think I passed with flying colors. My passions weren't aroused. My deep need for affection did not take flight. I actually checked out another girl in mid-conversation. In general, I'd say I did very well.

The only thing that concerns me is that my mind got all lyrical as I replayed the event in my head later, when the phrase "like a beam of sunlight" appeared as if from the bowels of 2003.

I'm currently writing a story about an unrelated topic. I think I may lay the blame for that thought on my frequent use of simile and metaphor in said story. It's the only explanation I'm willing to accept.

Ok. So that is my thought of the night. Hopefully I managed to keep my foot well away from my mouth.

Oh, and KU won. Rock Chalk!