Fireworks ...

The fireworks, as usual, were spectacular. But I get ahead of myself here. LOL.



What a long day yesterday was! Got up at 5 AM so I could drive Single Son to his FedEx job and have the use of my car for the day. Funny, I came home and slept (so much for using the car, eh?). He was supposed to be off work at around 5 PM, but he got stuck with an additional route. They do this when another driver is on vacation, just double the route on another driver - usually the one whose area borders the vacationers area. Meaning Single Son had almost double the packages to deliver (200+ total). He didn't get off work until 7 PM!!

In the meantime, I was supposed to meet Cap in Lake Orion for dinner at 7! I called to say that Son was working overtime and (red flag #1) Cap actually was irritated. Guess he doesn't like changes in plans?

The fireworks were fantastic (I repeat myself), but the rest of the evening was a real eye opener for me.

Yes, he's a gentleman who opens doors, insists on paying for everything, sees that I'm having fun ... but this third "date" has him letting his guard down. And has me in "critical observation" mode. You know, watching and taking mental notes of everything I see and hear.

Single Son and I pulled into the police station parking lot just before 7:30 PM. Cap was there, and had been waiting for some time, he said. Son was supposed to have been there at 5 (oops) so he made a mad dash to the station to quickly change uniforms and start his shift. I tried to apologize for Son's hurry, but Cap interrupts me with an angry "that was rude, he should have introduced himself". Explaining did no good.

Oh, and when Cap got out of his car, he was wearing the same outfit he's worn each of the other times we've gone anywhere (red flag #2). I wouldn't really consider it a red flag (as in maybe it's the only nice outfit he owns), but there was a grease stain on the leg that he got when he dropped a piece of fish on his leg on Thursday. Telling me he hasn't even washed his damned clothes in probably a week. Not a way to impress a woman.

Red flag #3 came when he saw the claw marks on my arms from the kitten. "Any animal scratches me like that, and they'll find themselves in a burlap sack at the bottom of the lake". I laughed like it was a joke he was telling. He was serious!! Like hell I was gonna ask him if he wanted Kitty Purry.

Further conversation later in the evening discloses he has active "anger issues". Hell no! That's something I will not tolerate. Period. He'd gone to the restroom so I took advantage of the time alone and had a quicky ciggie - I try hard not to smoke around non-smokers. He "busted" me smoking (snuck around the crowd so I didn't see him coming) and gave me one of those harsh looks of disapproval. So much for saying he didn't care if I did or didn't smoke. Somehow this is what lead to the anger issue conversation.

Oh yeah, and then he starts trying to save my soul ... and that's when I remembered why we went our separate ways the last time (before it ever got to the dating stage) ... he tried to save my soul!! Look I appreciate that you have your beliefs, and I respect those beliefs. But do not try to choke your beliefs down my throat!! I have major issues with that, as you can see. LOL.

I won't even get into how he was so critical of everything ... "they need to fire the fireworks off quicker, there's too much space between them", "why aren't there vendors here, they're missing the opportunity to make profits" (the fireworks were rescheduled after the barge caught fire last week, the vendors were there then), "I need to sit on a bench, I hate sitting on the ground" (worst view of the fireworks ever, btw), "who mows the grass, they do a horrible job" ... and on and on. Grumpy Ol' Man. Geesh.

After the fireworks he asked if I wanted him to drive me home instead of my having to wait around for who knows how long until Son was off duty. No thanks, I'll hang around the cop shop. Nice chance to think about everything that happened earlier.

Son didn't get off work until 1 AM.

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I was telling Mom earlier how my "date" went. I told her each and every one of these red flags. "Well, if you want to break this off, how will you go about it?". Well, yeah, I'm definitely thinking this isn't the guy I want any type of close relationship with, but as far as casual friends go, we'll see how that works. And I'm probably gonna kick myself later for that.

She cracks me up ... Mom suggested to get him to keep his distance that I smoke in front of him - chain smoke, LOL, and smoke those smelly little cigar wrapped ciggies. And wear my grungiest jeans and t shirt and wear my wicca jewelry - "let him believe you're a wiccan". Oh, Mom doesn't know (nor would she understand) my "new age" beliefs, she believes the jewelry to be Halloween props. It's easier on me that way.