Junk Dating

..I had a couple of dentist appointments this week.  They were back to back deep cleanings.  One appointment for the right side and one for the left.  The first day my dental hygienist was a woman that did it the last time I had a deep cleaning.  She was quite good looking and bit young.  As it turned out she was my dental hygienist this time too.  Besides the dentist appointments, I decided that it was time to stop procrastinating and go and see a play at the Lakewood playhouse.  This weekend starts Tuesdays with Morrie.  I was resolved to go and see the play.  After I left the dentist office I thought I might be nice to go with someone.  So I worked up the nerve and planed it all out.  I took one of my work business cards and wrote my cell phone number on the back of it.  Armed with that next to my bookmark I headed out the next morning to the dentist office.  I had a few more key objectives that needed to be completed before I was able to have, at the very least, some eye candy on my arm for the play.  The first obstacle was her name.  The last time I heard it was six months or more ago.  I thought up a few clever ways to find this information out.  They might have been “guy clever”, but I am a guy so I can only go with what I know.  The other objective was when to ask her out.  I decided that if I didn’t know her name that would be the first thing I got before I sat in the chair.  After she was done scraping the crap off my teeth I would ask her out on a date.  Not exactly the prime time to ask somebody out but I didn’t have many options to work with.  As I entered the dentist office the receptionist that checked me in was quite the sweet lady as well and also not unpleasing to the eye.  We joked a bit before I sat down to wait for my name to be called.  I read my book and thought about what the lady’s name was.  I think it started with a M, maybe Michele?  The more and more I thought about it I was nearly certain that it was Michele.  My name was soon called.  I looked up from my book and found somebody completely different standing at the door.  Drat!  Without offending, asked where M? was and found out that she only works in the Lakewood office twice a week.  Double Drat!  That meant I didn’t need to think of a clever way of delivering my message while M? was deeply engrossed in somebodies mouth.  Interestingly enough, while I was getting my teeth cleaned I learned the name of M? without asking.  It was in fact Michele.  Once the cleaning was done I was escorted to the little waiting area while the clerks worked out what appointments I would need next and how much I needed to pay them.  While I was waiting I thought I still might get the opportunity to have company while at the play.  The receptionist from earlier was working away at her computer and had her back to me.  So I looked carefully at her every move hoping to get a look at her left finger.  It turns out that’s quite difficult to do this with their back to you, but I was able to catch a glimpse of her finger.  Triple drat, a ring!  Not only that, but soon after I heard her talking to the others and I found out information that reinforced the ring.  Regardless, I plan on attending the play, even if it is solo.

While my dentist dating disaster was a disheartening, the rest of the week ended up being interesting all into its self.  Yesterday I was at lunch munching away at my sandwich of tuna and tuna glue, while the affects of the numbing agent wore off (same day as the second dentist appointment), when I noticed a guy was carrying something rather heavy and large to the dumpster.  It looked like it had shelves and glass doors.  Once the guy left I got out of my truck and had a look.  Sure enough it was a good size curio type cabinet and in good shape too.  I loaded it up in my truck and headed out.  Once I got home with it I had a closer look and found that it was the top part of what could have been a bookshelf.  I figured that if they were throwing away the top part the matching bottom could have also been thrown away.  This morning, before work, my first stop was back to the dumpster to see if I was right.  Turns out I was.  While the curio thing was in good shape the bottom part was less so.  Plus it was some type of writing desk thing.  I can’t find a good way to use right now.  Still the possibilities are there.  As if my day of morning procurement wasn’t enough, I needed to go to our warehouse to pull a few hard drives from some computers we had out there.  In the hunt for what I was after I found a projector, not like the ones they used when we were in school but the ones you can connect to a computer and shine the image onto the wall with.  Its still old and I don’t know if it works or not but I will soon find out.  Plus I got a hold of a old flat bed scanner.  I could give a crap about the scanner its self but the guts inside are a boon to my life in the world of DIY.

So my week has been interesting.  I wasn’t able to secure a date for the play, but I was able to secure some… I suppose I should call it what it is… junk.  They say everything happens for a reason.  I suppose that’s true.  What would have happened if the opportunity to bring my date “back to my place” only to have her see my apartment littered with torn apart scanners and discarded curio cabinets?  I suppose the best thing for a bachelor like me to hope for is that there are a couple of people out there that are will listen to his adventures.