3 Weekends

The last 3 weekends have resulted in several life lessons for me.

1st weekend:
A girl (I can call her that as she was only 18 (which I found out later)) picked me up at the beginning of the year. She was a texter- over 2500 in 1 month. In person, all she did was complain. Turned out she also disliked animals and eating out- obviously it would never work. The clincher was that she brought up babies twice (remember that I knew her less than a month). So the end all of it was that I called it off. She did not take it well. I started out being polite but over the days I got blunt ("would you PLEASE fuck off and leave me alone?"). Finally she asked to see me to "clear the air" (this was on a Saturday). I accepted in hopes it would end. Rather than have her explode in public, she came over. When she got here, she asked for something to drink to which I complied as I consider myself a good host and I thought being nice might make things easier. She drink her drank, tossed one of Fred's toys into another room so Fred ran after it, thanked me for the drink, handed back the glass, full-on kicked me in the crotch, and walked out.
I spent the next 2 days with ice packs on my groin.
I have not heard from her again (hooray!).

2nd weekend:
My house was being a pain.
My thermostat is battery operated and when the batteries die, the furnace shuts off. Which happened on a night with -6 temperatures. I woke up at 3am on Saturday morning to go to the bathroom and noticed I could see my breath. I quickly deduced the problem, along with the additional one that I didn't have any AAs. So I had to get dressed and go to Walgreens (the only place open). When I got home, I put in the new batteries and went back to bed. About 2 hours later, Fred jumped into bed and crawled under the sheets, shivering. It was now even colder inside the house. As no one I know would normally read their 50-page furnace instruction manual at 3am, I was previously unaware that I had to manually reset the furnace after it shuts down.

Later in the day, I took a shower... of sorts. I had recently installed a new showerhead with a long flex so I can wash Fred. It had fallen off the holder the day before and, unknown to me, cracked. So when I turned to the water, the showerhead blew up. Pieces of plastic flew and the headless hose flipped around spraying water everywhere.
I had jut finished replacing it (around 5pm) when I received 3 calls within minutes of each other from 3 different groups inviting me out for drinks. I accepted all 3 and began an 8-hour pub crawl during which all my drinks were free. The last group were forcing drinks on me ("you'll drink it, or wear it!") after I cut myself off. Thankfully the last place was 3 blocks away so I was able stagger my ass home. I spent that Sunday recouping.


3rd weekend:
Out again on Friday and didn't get to bed until 3am Saturday. Went out again Saturday night, brought someone home, and did not get to sleep until noon today. I spent the remaining day sleeping.

These 3 weekends have taught me:
1) My choices in women are not improving. I seem to deliberately avoid anything where I can have a stable relationship. Perhaps I'll write more tomorrow and explain my other WTF situation I currently have with a lady (neither one from this tale).
2) I'm not getting younger. While I can still drink FAR too heavily, I'm feeling the after-effects. As I've never had hangovers before, I'm not certain if these are them. I think the pub crawl's was actually alcohol poisoning. Either way, I need to watch this shit.
3) I'm in terrible shape. Although my weight's fine and I can still wear the same sizes I did 10 years ago, my bodily damage and the weather have caused me to be more lazy than normal. I've cut my exercise routine down from an hour 4 times a week to 30 minutes 3 times. And the jogging I started went right out when the temperature dipped below freezing and stayed there. This morning proved I need some cardio asap.
4) Speaking of cardio, the occasional ciggie I've had isn't helping either. I need to quit again.
5) Sundays are a good day to do nothing.