It's not often that a person hears they are gorgeous - especially by a complete stranger. I'm not kidding. I couldn't make this up if I tried.
As I'm walking down the street to Walgreens yesterday (for some very gorgeous allergy medicine) this is how the brief conversation went:
He: Wow, you are gorgeous (as he comes around the corner at me)
Me: You scared the hell out of me
He: Sorry but someone has to tell you that you're beautiful
Me: Uh, thanks
He: I'm Gary, and you are?
Me: Going to be late
He: Going to work?
Me: No, to get allergy medicine
He: Do you live around here?
Me: Sorry, you are the last kind of guy I need to meet but thanks for the compliment and have a nice day
He: Can I take you to dinner sometime?
Me: (over my shoulder) I think you need to have your eyes checked.
Apparently he has just moved here from Florida and is making new friends by walking around downtown and introducing himself to strange women. Who knows, it might work. He might just get lucky.
Showing posts with label Kalispell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kalispell. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
More from the local police blotter...
3:22 a.m. A mountain lion was seen near Rhodes Draw in Kalispell.
12:44 p.m. A man who was disrespecting his grandmother was taken to jail.
1:53 p.m. A man in Hungry Horse can’t seem to find the words to communicate with his neighbor. He has replaced the standard wave with his middle finger.
3:12 p.m. A soon-to-be divorced couple had a verbal dispute over living arrangements: She wants him out and he wants to stay. One of the two had also removed all the doorknobs in the home.
4:30 p.m. A man in Coram called in to report that his neighbors keep giving him “the bird.”
5:34 p.m. An ex-girlfriend of a man in Hungry Horse keeps driving by his house and honking.
8:56 p.m. A concerned citizen called in to report a couple on a bench engaging in some heavy petting.
12:44 p.m. A man who was disrespecting his grandmother was taken to jail.
1:53 p.m. A man in Hungry Horse can’t seem to find the words to communicate with his neighbor. He has replaced the standard wave with his middle finger.
3:12 p.m. A soon-to-be divorced couple had a verbal dispute over living arrangements: She wants him out and he wants to stay. One of the two had also removed all the doorknobs in the home.
4:30 p.m. A man in Coram called in to report that his neighbors keep giving him “the bird.”
5:34 p.m. An ex-girlfriend of a man in Hungry Horse keeps driving by his house and honking.
8:56 p.m. A concerned citizen called in to report a couple on a bench engaging in some heavy petting.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I don't live in the greatest neighborhood.
The apartment complex has an association and contracts with someone to mow the lawn and keep things neat. A lot of people keep little gardens in the front and several of us have plants and flowers on our balconies. Sounds pretty nice right?
Well most of the surrounding properties are not kept up to the same standard. There is the group of teenagers that live across the street. I'm not surprised to see garbage on their lawn once a week. Next door is the little old lady with the purple stairs and about 80 wind chimes hanging from her lopsided porch. The streets near by are filled with little houses that once were cute but have seen better days. Not the richest neighborhood in town - you get the picture.
Anyway, last night around 9:30 all hell breaks loose in the hood. Tires screeching and brakes squealing and crashes and bangs and bumps in the night. I started to think I was going to sleepin' in the bathtub last night.
As suddenly as it started it was gone. All was quiet on the the western front. I lay awake for a little while but eventually fell asleep to the whisper of a fan blowing in the corner and the lawn mower purring outside...
oh, and the old time country music floating up from downstairs and the occasional motorcycle that roared by.
I'm really liking Kalispell and this job and I'm learning a few lessons. One is that home isn't always where you grew up. And sometimes moving away can actually bring people closer.
The apartment complex has an association and contracts with someone to mow the lawn and keep things neat. A lot of people keep little gardens in the front and several of us have plants and flowers on our balconies. Sounds pretty nice right?
Well most of the surrounding properties are not kept up to the same standard. There is the group of teenagers that live across the street. I'm not surprised to see garbage on their lawn once a week. Next door is the little old lady with the purple stairs and about 80 wind chimes hanging from her lopsided porch. The streets near by are filled with little houses that once were cute but have seen better days. Not the richest neighborhood in town - you get the picture.
Anyway, last night around 9:30 all hell breaks loose in the hood. Tires screeching and brakes squealing and crashes and bangs and bumps in the night. I started to think I was going to sleepin' in the bathtub last night.
As suddenly as it started it was gone. All was quiet on the the western front. I lay awake for a little while but eventually fell asleep to the whisper of a fan blowing in the corner and the lawn mower purring outside...
oh, and the old time country music floating up from downstairs and the occasional motorcycle that roared by.
I'm really liking Kalispell and this job and I'm learning a few lessons. One is that home isn't always where you grew up. And sometimes moving away can actually bring people closer.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
A box of clothes, a few things hanging in the closet. That's all that is left.
Everything else sits and waits for me in my new place.
I am covered in bruises from moving.
I definitely have short-timers syndrome.
I just want to be done and gone. Less than a week now.
If you're ever in Kalispell, look me up.
Everything else sits and waits for me in my new place.
I am covered in bruises from moving.
I definitely have short-timers syndrome.
I just want to be done and gone. Less than a week now.
If you're ever in Kalispell, look me up.
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