Settling in comfortably in North Carolina. We’ve been making friends everywhere we go. Some of the circumstances might seem a little ridiculous like two weeks ago as we were in World Market one of the clerks had commented on my leather jacket saying he never had one, so I took it off and let him try it on. Amy smiled and I told the kid to keep it. He practically chased me out of the store thanking me but what he didn’t know is when I put it on earlier Amy had said she didn’t like the way it hung on me. I’m sure the eBay queen will find a suitable replacement for next to nothing.
We haven’t made any real regular friends, despite knowing a few people upon arriving here, but this takes time for both of us, we’re very finicky when it comes to those. We’ve trolled Myspace and Craigslist to get an idea about the folks around town but we’ve made very few intros that way. We both came across a cute little girl on Myspace and messaged her only to be accused of trying to get her in bed. She might have read into my note a little but I’d be lying if the idea of having another girl with Amy hadn’t crossed my mind, especially one that I didn’t mind playing with as well.
Which started me thinking about that most elusive beast, the unicorn, a single girl that is interested in dating a couple in some manor or another while not disrupting the harmony of the first relationship. Although Amy talks about it, she doesn’t think this beast exists. I’ve watched these relationships work at least as well as mine have in the past but like everything I don’t think it’s something you look for, they just sort of happen. Personally, I’d just like to know that Amy has someone to share the limitless affection that seems to go wasted in comparison to my seeming stoicism.
Speaking of mythical beasts, after several years and a total of nearly 292,000 miles, the Grey Car (shown above in a condition I never knew) finally fell victim to a collapsed transmission. Her engine was still running strong as she slowly slipped in and out during the last few days until she finally lost all power in North Carolina at Mile Marker 289 on I-40. Her parts are to be distributed to other worthy Luminas still among the living, donated to a worthy tow truck operator to help out his sister. When I brought it into the service station to confirm the death, they said there is no such thing as a Lumina with 292,000 miles, so I had to show them the beast. This car lived at least two lifetimes and owed no one a thing.
Rest in Peace.