Kristel's Blog

Went to Rick’s birthday party yesturday. Wasn’t too bad. Sat with Joanna & her family, chatted with them & Rick’s sister and neice. (His neice has an adorable little baby, probably 7 mos., but she was feeding him jello straight off of the stained tablecloth that doesn’t look like it’s been washed in years…) Gave him my non commital card (or so I thought…) we left, and Joanna & I did some shopping. Bought a new pillow. It’s a little too hard, but I think I can work the kinks out. Went home, watched curling, fell asleep, Dad called somewhere mid-nap, I think, slept some more… and by then it was like 9, had some dinner, played some Fable II doing only the evil quests, went to bed, got up and went to church…

Church was almost normal. People showed up an hour late, but that was to be expected with the time change. Sang some hymns. Tuned out everything but first 5 minutes of the sermon, as usual. Tried not to cringe at Susan’s seriously off key singing, and hoped that one of these days she won’t be the strongest singer and the congregation will finally be able to hear some on key singing. We finish up, I shut off the lights on the alto side, and go around to meet Joanna.

Tried to avoid Rick.

…Looking away, standing away, and hoped I could get away with not hearing him.

Still trying to avoid Rick…

Valerie calls me over; saying “Kristel, you’re being summoned by Rick.”

(shit shit shit)

So I put on a smile, be all polite, shake his hand when he asks to…

he doesn’t let go.

Then he says, “So, would you like to go out with me sometime?”

(gross gross gross)

I say, “No thanks, I’m good.”

He continues to ask, but thankfully Joanna saves me (unknowingly aparently) and as soon as we’re out of sight, I run for the Sunday School room (where he can’t possibly go)

Jeff (Joanna’s husband, not my bro) tells me that Rick was asking him how old I was.

(ew ew ew)

Supposed he told him I was 25. Aparently Rick took this to mean that 25 year olds are perfectly okay to date 49 year old men (as of yesterday) who are in wheelchairs, with respirators, and with the mental capacity of a 12 year old. (Either that or he thinks I’m desperate enough to date him. That will never ever ever happen. And really, I don’t think women his own age are that desperate either, since by now he’d probably have a girlfriend if they weren’t.) Maybe he ran out of women at the home.

Still cringing. Hope I didn’t grimace when he asked me. Supposedly he’s still asking Valerie out, and she’s engaged.

Gross.

If I didn’t have to drive over to Mom & Dad’s, I’d probably have a drink.

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