Alayne fought me long enough to get me to agree in seeing her and going “camping” with her when she came in to town on her way to picking her friend up for the John Mayer concert in Milwaukee. I didn’t really want to do it, it was in the middle of the week and I was kind of tired of her. She kept accusing me over the internet of being interested in other girls or using her or whatever, even as I told her that I’m not interested in being a couple. So the only nice thing about her, her personality, was diminishing pretty quick before my eyes.
But first I had to ride down to do my pictures for the bizz buzzes about Vs. Social Standard (which sounds pretty lame actually), and Spyhouse Espresso. So I grabbed a bike and headed over to Spyhouse. Naturally I went to the older one, rather than the new location which wasn't open yet. So I was lost for another hour or so, trying to figure out where the hell i was. Eventually I found the new location after several calls to Jake and him leading me around by phone. Then I rode to the Vs. store, which took a very long time to find, and well I never actually was sure I found it until later when I made sure I went to the wrong place. I took pictures of what I thought it was though, heh. I wasn't about to go down there again. I get pretty lost on that damn bike.
But she talked me in to it, so after work I drove to the RV park to meet her, getting lost in St. Paul on the way. I don’t know how I got the wrong address; the GPS told me that the place was in downtown St. Paul. Not so much. Anyway so I finally get there and she comes and meets me there, not sure where she was. Anyway, so we get our campsite while the husband and wife in charge of the place don’t hesitate to judge us to our faces “Are you two married?” “No.” “Right. Well, just keep it down then okay? This is a family place, we don’t want to promote this kind of thing.” Whatever. I don’t even know why they assumed anything like that would happen anyway, I told them that we weren’t boyfriend or girlfriend either. Anyway.
So we get our campsite and set up the tent, much faster this time, though I still kind of had to stand on the side because I still didn’t know what to do.
Then we go to the Twins game and get lost in downtown Minneapolis for about half an hour going through the northern side of it, which is the dangerous side by the way, before finally finding out how to get over to the Metrodome. Then we sit right under the giant hanging … poster? it’s enormous, I don’t know if you’d call it a poster, but ok, of Kirby Puckett. My choice of course. Twins win again, this time beating the Detroit Tigers. We had our picture taken twice by the Twins photographer running through the stands and he put them up on the internet the next day, that was cool. But she kept talking and talking about stuff she knows that I don’t care about, like John Mayer and how excited she was. That was an ongoing comment. I don’t care about John Mayer, and when the bases are loaded, I want to be ready to stand and cheer or boo the umpire, not hear about how hot Mayer is. Then whenever I would yell at the umps or Gary Sheffield, she would ask me what is wrong. What’s wrong? If you are a big sports fanatic, like me, then you can’t go to a sports game with someone that doesn’t care, it sucks all the fun out of it. That’s why all those football games at SFA were fun, everyone was so into it, even though our team sucked. Anyway, so as her personality is zapping away very quickly, which I feel bad about too since she paid for the tickets and the campsite and all I want to do is go straight home after the game or ditch her in the middle of the night, though I wouldn’t ever do those things. And while her personality is disappearing, a bunch of really hot, seemingly fun girls start partying up in front of us, and I’m suddenly embarrassed to be with her. I didn’t care that she had a big weight problem, until what I did like about her went away too. I also realized tonight that there really has to be some attraction for a relationship to work, which is what she wanted, and I was no longer able to try.
The game finally ends, we won, hell yeah! Two in a row for me and my losing streak is definitely dead, though she takes credit for the win. Right. Not like either would be real, but still. It’s sports, they pretty much require you to think superstitiously, especially baseball.
Then we head back to the campsite but she decides that she’s starving and we hit up some sports bar where she again pays for our food, and even my margaritas. I feel pretty bad about that too, though she knows very well that I am almost desperately broke and can only afford to drive to work and park right now. But then her personality starts to come back over dinner, and things heat up again between us. Told you, personality is very important, even if it is just temporarily, like this was, it can cover for the lack of attraction.
I wake up to her staring at me. That was at 5 a.m. didn’t bother me then, seemed sweet actually. But I was tired and went back to sleep. I woke up again at like 8 a.m. and she was still doing it. not doing it again, she said she never stopped. She just loved to watch me. I started to feel really guilty about all the money she spent because she really was into me. So we pack up and leave, and I head back to work, trying to figure out what to do and when to do it so that this ends before it gets too complicated.
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