U WaNt AnsWeRs I GoTeM

My weekends have turned into adventures similar to what I used to do every weekend before I fell into a deep hole of depression, sorrow and self pity.

But, as sure as the sun rises and sets, my MOJO has returned and I feel profoundly better for having survived that ordeal and LORD knows I have learned alot.

I am still feeling my way around a little bit, but slowly I am picking out the weeds and cleaning out my closet and getting in touch with ME again.

As much as I believe in the Law Of Attraction I have made a concerted effort to attract what I want out of life and so it has come to pass that I have attracted almost exactly what my first attraction points required.

It's time to change my point of Attraction, and I wont advertise what the old one was nor what the new one is.

I have officially retired from the Internet dating game. I am not really interested in the BS anymore, to me, as vain as this may sound, a lot of chicks ignored the best offer of their lives and I am not digging being ignored any longer. I have ALOT to offer a lady, I am A prize; a Jewel, a Diamond in the Rough. The one who chooses to take advantage of that will ENJOY the benefits that it brings and provides.

There is one Profile still active and floating but I am not chasing any more of them silly little materialistic web wenches, focusing instead on ME.

I have made some good friends that are definetely worth my time.

Friday was a quiet eve at home with nothing of real interest to report. Saturday morning I got up early to take the boys to their mothers and hustle over to meet NICK for a lesson in Shredology at Snowhill. 22 miles later, I finished up the shred and cleaned up to go meet Mr. Rob Roberts for Singletrack Samurai business. After that, rushed home to get ready to meet, Ms. Head Honcho Art Director for Dinner and drinks.

She is a darn sweet lady in all aspects and dimensions. Great company as we sat there and chatted the night away doing Sake shots. Ate some great food, saw an ole friend from the Thai Restaurant in Deland, and then we waltzed over for more drinks and some live music in a basement of all places.

Quaint as it was, Ms. Head Honcho kept telling me to keep quiet everytime the band would stop and I would yell enthusiastically, PLAY SOME SKINNARD MAN. Not like I would know if they did play it since I could not even name one of their tunes.

On our way out the door slight Chaos ensued as we were invited to follow the music and offered drinks. Roger bought us both a drink, then Random drunk guy bought us Tequila shots, then tiny Hairspray lady asked us for relationship advice, then eventually we hauled ass. That place was the cherry on top cause it provided the right amount of Chaos and adventure that my warrior spirit craves.

That night as I fell into a deep sleep the next morning I just didnt want to deal with the cold or be forced to pedal. I went to the shop worked on the Black Beauty and chatted it up, eventually met a friend for a warm cup of something good and some conversation and headed home.

Another great weekend, albeit a lazy one. Last week left me feeling tired and I needed a rest week, LMAO. Imagine if I really trained, I guess I am too much of a wuss and I rely totally on piss and vinegar to get me thru the hardest of challenges. Life is good, cant wait till next weekend.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN