Well
these first posts in a new blog are always so lonely. There’s nobody here to
listen to me ramble. Nobody to leave sweet comments or call me out on some BS.
Basically I’m in here talkin to myself. Which to be honest… is not all that
unusual.
I
guess I should start by tellin you a little bit about me.
I’ll
start with somethin you might be wonderin already. Why does he always leave of
the “g” at the end of some words? Weeeeell… I just don’t like the letter “g”. I
developed a dislike for it growin up in NY. We just don’t use it. “How ya doin?”
So if you’re here lookin for proper spelling and grammer… you’re in the wrong
place. I’m just here to express myself and maybe have a little fun. I’ll try
and be good with the language. Like I said I grew up in NY so the word “fuck”
is not really a curse where I came from.
No
really… it can be used as a noun, verb, adjective… all without havin some sort
of horrible meanin behind it. If I see an old friend it’s “How the fuck ya
doin?” It’s not like I walk around to people and say “Fuck you!”. I’ll stop
there... like I said I’ll try my best to be on my best behavior but that’s all
I can promise… to try.
Aaaaaanyway…
I guess I’m your average 43 year old single man. I have a job, a car, a penis
and 2 brains. I’ve been single for about 3 years now. In fact… HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
TO ME!!! Today it’s been 3 years since I moved out of the house and my marriage.
I’m sure I’ll get into that story at some point.
I’ve
been doin the datin thing over those 3 years and I have to say… it’s been
pretty f*ckin interestin to say the least. There have been ups… there have been
downs… and there have been fire trucks and dinosaurs. I’ve dated a former Ms.
Delaware… a woman that was in playboy and a recent widow. Ohhhh and an ex-Amish
woman. So yes I’ve got some stories to share.
As
I said I grew up in NY but for the last 15 years or so I’ve been livin
Lancaster PA. Guess what? They have fuckin cows!! Mooooo! The only cows I
remember as a kid were in popup books. They also have Amish. The horse and
buggy’s you see on the road were awesome… for about a month. Now they’re just
really annoyin.
I
have a 15 year old daughter who will be 25 next year. She’s by far my favorite
thing in the world. Not only is she beautiful but she’s also got an awesome
personality. My ex says she’s just like me so I guess that means I have an
awesome personality too. She’s growin much faster than I wanted to allow her
but she seems to have a good head on her shoulder so far. Of course that’s what
my parents thought about me at that age too.
I’m
in the process of writin my first book. Unfortunately the book will probably
have to contain the “g’s” I’m tryin so hard to avoid but I think it’s turnin
out well. It’s kind of the average single man’s take on datin. It’s not a “how
too” guide by any means. In fact it’s probably more of a what not to do kinda
thingy.
Like
so many people these days I’ve taken to online datin. In fact that’s how I
found out about this blog site. I found this woman on there that sounded so
much like me in so many ways includin the love of bloggin. Conversation was
great for hours and hours on the first day. Then off to sleep we went.
At
9:11 in the morning she texted me… I didn’t respond. At 10:04 in the morning she
sent me a message on the datin site… I didn’t respond. At 10:10 I woke up… and
saw these messages. At 10:24 she was sayin goodbye to me because she was goin
with her gut feelin. Apparently it was showin that I was on the datin site and
not that she was stalkin me or anything but I was on there and not respondin to
her… so she said “I gotta go with my gut. If you were that interested, you
would’ve shot me a text before or while you were online. I’m weird like that. I
can’t expect everyone to feel the way I do, but if I’m interested in someone, I
let them know.”
I
have sooooo gotta learn to text in my sleep. It gets me in so much trouble. Just
a little FYI for those of you who may use the datin sites. If you use the app
on your phone it often shows you as online even when you’re not. Soooo give a
brother the benefit of the doubt now and then.
So
here is the sliver linin… they say everything happens for a reason and this
happenins reason was to introduce me to a new place for me to blog. Lucky you!!
Or for now anyway it’s just lucky me.
My
friends call me Chewy and at times you’ll hear me refer to myself as such.
Chewy sometimes talks in third person. Chewy also has a pet dinosaur that he’ll
introduce you too but mostly importantly…
Chewy
always rides shotgun!!
Chewy
is actually a play on my last name. Chewy’s real name is Jon… that’s me and I’ll
be your host. I’m hoping to make friends and have some great conversations.
Maybe have some debates about certain topics… cordial of course. There’s no
need to argue with someone who has a different opinion and it’s not like
someone else has never changed my views on things so please feel free to share
your thoughts on whatever. We can always agree to disagree. Eventually the fact
that I’m always right will come out on its own and I won’t have to say it
anyway.
The
only promise I’ll make about my blog is that you can count on me always bein
me. Sometimes I’ll write to get feedback simply because I’m tryin to work something
out and sometimes another person’s opinion helps me see things from a different
perspective. Sometimes I’ll write just to be silly in hopes of reachin my every
day goal on makin one person smile who really needs it that day.
I
know at times I jump from subject to subject… that’s just the way my mind works
sometimes. But I hope you’ll take the time to come in and see what I’m up to and
enjoy my ramblings. I do ever so love the attention.
Hello…
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