Something of Value

What makes a memory that's valued? I don't mean like a normal memory, because most of us would value all of our memories, they are part of us, part of what makes us who we are. But I mean what makes certain memories something of value that we will treasure for the rest of our lives. That's what I'm looking for as I try to plan this date, that certain little Something of Value.

But Thursday is closing fast like a car that's racing towards you with its headlights bright and horn blaring. And like any person would do in that given situation, I've stopped in the middle of the road, frozen in fright and pulled a stupid face. Because what else can you really do? How can you keep your composure during an event like that?

But the stupid face thing doesn't mean I haven't tried to plan something, on the contrary. Ask anyone around here, I've been taking polls from girls, well asking around about what girls think. Why just the girls you ask. Because the guys don't matter they don't make a bit of damn difference. Anyone that says different doesn't know. Why do you think men invented gender stratification? To make themselves seem important!

Back to the point at hand, I'm starting to think that you can't make one of those special memories that easy. That something of value doesn't just come up like that to make a memory special when we want it to. There are some exceptions, when a child is born, weddings, and prom are just a few.

But overall there isn't something you can really do to make a day special unless by the grace of God it just turns out that way. I guess I can pray to make it special. I guess for some people its hard to pray for a good date because for them good would mean they got sex and well that's not what I want at all.

Maybe a kiss at the most, because that's all I could do with a clear conscious.

The elements of the day are pretty much as follows, we're going to go to dinner, Italian food at a place called Lorenzo's, then to get some ice cream from Marble Slab, after that we're going to walk around the park underneath the Tower of the Americas and lastly its back here to watch a movie.

I guess that something of value for me on this date is going to be her, because any time is special when it involves her...

All of this is getting to me so much that its creepy, I can’t even seem to write like I used to. It took me forever to do six pages [double spaced] yesterday. And today I only did one page of story. My mind is so locked up, I’m hoping that next weekend while Desi is in Dallas and Casey and Chanele are out camping I can do some serious story writing and finish Endgame [my story] up. It’s been the only thing I’ve worked on since I got here if I remember correctly.

I will be starting a column, kind of like a little current events thing, so anyone who reads this can look for it. I’m going to be getting some space on Juliet’s site and I’ll be posting observations and thoughts on there, kind of an editorial thing. Mostly about news and current events, guess I better start watching the news again.

Well I better get off this thing, I have a lot to think about. On that date I should tell her what I said about the something of value thing. I should let her know that I went through a lot of thought to make this night special for her, just to let her know that I cared enough to remember what she likes, and that in the equation of things she is my something of value.