Talking Out of Turn

Went back and answered some comments and re-read my decade ending post. I left out a bunch of information. Not just for the reasons previously stated. This made me realize that I might be in trouble. I have grabbed my shovel and can hopefully dig my way out of this.

I try not to mention or even type about relationships. Over the years I have developed the same hard and fast rule that Dennis Leary mentioned in his brilliant1997 special Lock and Load. In a year I can talk to complete strangers about my relationship for a grand total of five minutes. Why? Because I would like to get laid again sometime this decade and my better half has some semblance of shame. I obviously do not.

I was trying to follow my own rules by talking about where I have been in terms of relationships but not talk about my relationship. I am not dating Joe. Nor am I dating Neiman or any of the various characters that followed. Just Jesse. Perfectly happy with just the one I have now. I say all that so that I can move on to other business.

New Years Eve. This is not an apology for I do not feel shame or sorrow in my actions. This is merely an explanation. I had plans for NYE. My plan was to fulfill my commitments. I was going to play yahtzee with the girls and go to the casa. Then we had unforeseen circumstances. Like in-climate weather, you are never sure what effect if any it will have until it happens. My brothers father-in-law passed away Dec 28th. While such a relation may seem insignificant to some I saw him as much as I saw any of my extended family. He was the kind of person who lit up a room with a smile. His zest for life and all it had to offer inspired others to be better people. His funeral service was New Years Eve. I have been fighting off a head cold for about two weeks now. Between the physical and emotional strain I was drained. The reminiscing session we had made my mind up for me. I needed to be with the family that night. I am sorry I did not call anyone. I did not see the ball drop. Nor did I kiss anyone at midnight. My NYE was spent with family remembering a great man. I do not feel sorry for what I did just how I went about it.

Was talking with a friend to prepare this post. We came to the conclusion that only in the south do we have many ways to say we misspoke. Talking out of/after church, Talking out of school, Putting one's foot in one's mouth, Stepping in it/shit, and so on.

Now that my Texans are out of the playoffs. At least we had our first winning season. I am 100% behind the Cowboys. It just turned my stomach to watch any of the Cincinnati game last night. Our entire season rested in the hands of a guy who changed his last name from Johnson to Ochocinco. Should have known what our fate would be.

For some reason my sex life interests people. I try and tell them that mine is no different than yours. That's a lie. The married women I work with were talking about their freebie. I am not unfamiliar with this concept. At times I have to play dumb, because I don't get a freebie. As a gay man I get thirty or so. I would like to introduce you to my future ex-husband. I will explain that joke in a second.



And he's Scottish. That accent makes my knees turn to warm butter every time. Years ago Suzanne and I were talking about movies and she said that Kevin Smith was her future ex-husband. She went on to explain that because of his self-medicating and liberal leanings the marriage was sure not to last. That and she was saving herself for Bret Favre. I have a whole pile of men I would love to test drive. My current commitments makes them slightly off limits.

We have a theme for the happiness. Be sure to tune in friday.

Kisses
Dan