I am glad that some of you enjoyed my post on love.  I understand that this of course is not across the board.  It was just me ventilating after a disturbing conversation.  I may have gone a little over board.  Perhaps the Greek words and the table was a little much. LOL.  

Moving forward.  I lost my 2^nd job this week. L  Yes, I am the victim of downsizing.  Our whole division was shut down. My heart goes out to those who used this job as primary income. A week before Christmas.  SUCKS! I really liked this job.  It actually felt good going to work.  It was decent income used to help me purchase a home. This somewhat puts a wrench in my outline. L I was somewhat distraught Monday.  The news (received on Monday) mixed with some unpleasant personal events, sent me over the edge.  I found myself starring at my computer one minute and then crying the next.  I mean crying hard.  It was quite embarrassing.  Not to mention in the middle of my water burst, our management team comes strolling in like the freaking 7 dwarves!  They kept coming through the door in this perfect line and it would not STOP.  I could almost here the “Hi-Ho! Hi-Ho! It’s off to work we go!”.  I wanted to look down and just hide my head. L Problem was, when I tilted my head down, it generated a slight leak coming from the right nostril.  Not good. I think I played it all off nicely and recovered well enough.  In fact I think no one was any the wiser. GO Faeridrops! It’s my birthday! Uh! Uh! I am now riding this roller coaster of mixed emotions. But lets get back to me being single (just had to do a quick vent there).

At any rate, I decided that since I was having a bum week (last week as well) that I would go out and try to have some fun.  I met a wonderful young man a few weeks ago. Him and I have been having the most entertaining conversations.  I find myself laughing for hours and FINALLY being stimulated.  It is a beautiful thing to meet someone with substance and personality.  So, last weekend I agreed to meet up with this brilliant man God.  We dined out and it was truly wonderful.  We laughed and talked and played for almost 7 hours.  I did not think things could get any better.

I could not believe that I had truly found perfection.  It was wonderful!  But wait…no one is perfect…

Our evening ended around 1:30 A.M. We stood outside in the parking lot just starring at each other. The parking lot was desolate.  There were only two vechicles left. As the fog rolled in, I looked around for my car.  I asked him where he had parked.  He pointed to a small parking lot across the street.  It was hard to make out his car among the fog and trees. I asked him why he parked so far away.  He did not respond.  I said “ what are you hiding something”.  He smiled and said “yes, her name is Joanne.  But you will meet her later.” I laughed as he has somewhat of a strange humor. He just stared at me and smiled.  “so are you like some phsyco or something?” I retorted.  He smiled and said “yes”.  I laughed and we continued on with a separate conversation.  At some point we started talking about Roosters (don’t ask).  Anyway, he seemed to have an intense love/hate relationship with roosters.  It was strange.  I am not sure how we got back to the psycho bit; my internal instinct decided to finally kick in and retain information when he stated that he has a room full of roosters and rooster parts.  The whole time he is saying this, he is calm and smiling.  I could not tell if he was joking or not.  He mentioned that was also the place he took his victims and something about shallow graves.  I laughed and said “what do you dress up like a rooster when you kill your prey? Do you take the beak from the dead rooster, place it over your mouth and peck the girls to death?!?!”  He jerked kind of upwards and stood tall and straight, he looked down into my eyes and flatly stated “No! The beak would not fit over my mouth. Obviously, it is too small.”  I was like whoa!  I am just joking…chill!  Hello!  What is up with this man!!! So, now my imagination is running rampant.  I am not sure if it was the thick fog that had formed around us. Or if it was because we were literally the ONLY ones in the parking lot (the business had closed a good hour or two earlier), besides the other car which I prayed had someone in it. I do not know what it was, but all I can tell you is that every portion of my body wanted to flee!  I began to look around and plan out ways of getting to my vehicle or to some form of help if need be.  I began to asses him, to try and figure out how I could attack if called upon.  My heart was POUNDING, I am sure that looked like a gerbil hopping around under my shirt. J

He just stood there, erect, and smiling at me.   His toothy grin was uncanny and sent chills all over my body.  After a moment of silence he asked, “Are you scared of me?”.  My attempts at being slick must have failed. L Okay at this point I was ready to sprint.  I shrugged and laughed him off.  I told him that I was ready to leave as it had been a long night for me.

He agreed and as I walked to my car he kept asking me if I was okay.  He wanted to know if I needed help getting home or to my car.  He wanted to know if I needed him to follow me. I made it very clear that I was fine.  I had nothing to drink, I was alert and capable of driving.  I asked him why he was so concerned.  All he said was that he just wanted to know if I needed help.  Now most women would have just left.  But my flicted butt hung around trying to make a point. LOL.  So I asked him what I could possibly need help with.  Again, no response.  He just asked “Are you sure you are okay?  Do you need me to help you get home?”.  I just smiled and walked (speed walked) away. I have not heard from him since.

So was that strange or what?  He could very well be normal, with a really twisted sense of humor. Or not…