MacTheWolf (imported) wrote: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:45 pm Hey Jay, no problem..."I'll convert, I'll convert."
From 1965-1968 I dated Verlane, a nice Roman Catholic girl. We were to get married but......things happened. I almost cOnverted to Catholicism and would have had I known about the Flaming Nun.
Fortunately, after dinner the whining stopped. UNFORTUNATELY, she nagged me from 6:30pm to 7:45pm to take her home. I played along saying, "okay mom, what address do you want to go to...I'll drive you."
BIG MISTAKE...For an hour she would tell me she didn't know what city or address of this other house but I was to take her there. I tried to use logic (futile) and tell her I'd never been there and since I didn't have an address I couldn't take her there. Undeterred, she nagged, "well, ask somebody for directions." You know this might actually have been hilarious if I hadn't been involved in it. I could be looking at River going through this and go "tee hee hee" but having experienced it first hand, there were moments I thought of skydiving off a bridge without a chute...
Then rationale hit....I'm scared of heights and I can't swim.
Maybe tomorrow will be better...then again....I should learn to swim.
Be proactive --- tell HER where it is at and direct the conversation, don't ply it to her. Oh, yeah, that is the place down next to Henry's - you know - that guy you thought was so good at cutting hair.... etc... Let it flow, just like a healthy stream of bullshit