A reset button for the weekend

Well now, this weekend was perhaps one of the worst weekends I have had in years...two friends in hospital, a friend (now ex-friend) ripped me off a couple hundred dollars that I loaned her trying to be helpful, a big misunderstanding at the home due to total miss-communication and a new friend that I really enjoy talking to seems to have an issue with me I don't even understand.

So I don't know why the thing I am writing about this weekend that is a very strange lunch with a lady.

We have gone out a couple times, we seemed to get along...in fact she called to go out the second time so I know she enjoyed my company. So here we are having a nice lunch when the conversation turned to motorcycles. As a man we know there are subjects that one must be careful around but I discovered motorcycles is one too.

Who would have thunk???

As with most of the weekend I seemed to miss the transition from “going good” to “fire and hell”. As best I can see it went something like...

“I thought you owned a motorcycle”
“I don't, haven't in many years, haven't been on one in years” (This is me by the way)
“I thought you owned a motorcycle”
“No, I don't”
“I only date men with motorcycles”

Now, I would like to say at this point...if I had a brain I would have gotten up and left then...once you see a plane crashing you don't get under it and try to stop it...I tried....

“I don't have any issue with motorcycles”
“I thought you owned a motorcycle”

I had to ask

“What do you want to do now?”
“I don't know”

We pick at our food for a couple of seconds and then I just took her home. I don't even need to wait till the end of the year to delete her number from my phone.

What is it with motorcycles?? What is it with this weekend or....what is it with me.

I fear before this day is done I will be deleting more numbers than I would care to.

Somehow I must have pissed off the gods.

I really wish there was a reset button for the weekend.