(Thursday)
As all days were this week Thursday was no exception. Work is of course is holding up to its name sake, and there have been a lot of lunches spend hunched over a computer screen right next to my good ole buddies the servers (come to think of it I need to name them, personalize them... I'll let you know what I come up with). Today I decided to break the endless rhythm of mouse clicks, typing, fixing, and hand holding all the users of my tool and introduce myself to the sunlight... "Hello, Sunlight. It's nice to meet you, my name is Justin. And yes the pleasure is all mine."
Even though I have made the commitment to extricate, I still have my responsibilities at the office so time was of the essence...what to do??? I decided a walk through Presidio park with my book would be nice. The park is particularly special to me, I couldn't tell you how may fun and adventurous days I have spent there when I was a boy. As I can remember everyone in my family would take me there, let me run through the ruins & sculptures, hit golf balls in the grass, and of course my favorite lay down and roll down the grassy embankment like a steamroller over hot asphalt. Unfortunately, I never made it... cliffhanger!!!....
Upon parking I looked up and saw the old mission style tower at the top of the hill, and realized that I had never visited the innards of the striking structure (another thing so simple and prevalent in San Diego's culture that I haven't seen). The perfect opportunity to try something new, sorry Presidio I will visit you another day, and no it doesn't mean I love you any less. I walked up the stairs and reached the entrance. If you do not know that particular building is the Father Junipero Serra museum... the plot thickens....
The place is absolutely silent, there isn't a soul within a quarter mile radius as I enter the "administration office". I knew there would be a cover charge to get in, but I figured we are in 2010 and they would accept debit cards. Sitting behind the desk was an attractive young lady about 22-24 I would guess sitting quietly with a computer in front of her. It was obvious that I was her first patron of the day and maybe the last. She warmly welcomed me (Sarah, which I didn't know just yet) and I asked if I could pay with a card. She explained that I could, but it was a cumbersome process, forms signatures, and she would have to call it in (in this day of age)! We both smirked and what happened next surprised me, and reminded me that there is good in all people. She said, "Why don't you just go in, we are only open for a couple of hours today, and we have someone coming in to vacuum." Wow, pretty neat huh... I thanked her profusely and went inside to check it out. The bottom floor described the Fort that used to span across all of old town, with artifacts, tools, homes of the past inhabiters. Walking upstairs they have a level that gives a visitors view into San Diego history. Pictures, music, memorabilia from all current eras of "my" home SD, really cool stuff. Visitors can go all the way up to the top to get a 360 view of Downtown all the way to Mission Valley.
Walking out of the museum I made sure to thank her again for her generosity, and went on my way back to the grind... So I thought... When I got back into the car, I thought about her kindness and decided it was my duty to pay the admission fee. I hustled down to Old Town in search of an ATM, which I found promptly and returned back to the museum. As I made my way back up the stairs and around to the entrance my admission taker was outside and surprised to see me. "I had to come back and pay, just didn't feel right" I said. I followed her inside, where I introduced myself as did she Sarah...
Now I have been on a pursuit of meeting new people... I had a moment of diarrhea of the mouth!!! As I am dedicated to one in my life, and some will say, "well finally you dumbass!!!" to my reply, "Dumbass, now that's an understatement"... as I received my change without even thinking of the interpretation I asked, "Would you like to get a coffee, or lunch sometime?"... she replied, "I am really flattered, but I have a boyfriend." AWE SHIT, I am a F'ing moron, guess I should of mixed the word friend, friendly, non-date environment, something that made it know my true intensions... I fumbled through an explanation, that sounded like an excuse for the rejection, and left embarrassed and a phew... thank god she didn't say yes, Doh!
I guess through it all, I might have flattered a pretty girl and maybe made her day... at the expense of my dignity, and I'm finding that might be a good thing sometimes...
- Cheers
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