An answer of sorts

A friend of mine has returned to bachelorhood after a three year relationship. Craig and his was-to-be wife decided to end it all because she felt the grass was greener on the sly and was caught. To be cold busted, with the guy she decided to cheat with called Craig and inform him is woman was a two timer had to be a blow for him. He is a great guy with a funny disposition in life. In fact we spent last weekend on the driving range pretending the golf balls were her head, drinking beer and counting how his life would be better without her.
Personally I felt she was about one of the more selfish people I've ever met, not that I've come up with that conclusion prior to her cheating on him. She would have complete melt downs over the slightest things, his money was her money always. When he would receive a raise you could see the wheels in her head working on what she could purchase for herself. She had a charm about her when she wanted to use it. Out of the blue she would do simple acts of kindness for him that would exonerate all the bitchy acts of selfishness.
Well, word travels fast amongst the women in the town, knowing a kind guy is now free and available. I mean the last Friday night we spent hanging out doing the usual of playing darts and listening to Trace plonk on his guitar, we had no less than four free beers sent our way. Hey, I'm not the jealous type in the least but the guy as been free nearly a week, give him a chance to clean out his closets! That's why I say “Ladies back off right now hes happy”. What is it about single women that feel the need to help a guy out during the hard times? Its like a bus load of saviors came into the pub the other night. The majority of the time there are eight to ten guys playing pool, doing shots and throwing darts or yelling at a game on the television, without hardly an interruption from the opposite sex. Oh they blow in every once in a while, do their little giggles and winks, in tight shirts and short skirts,the majority of the time to get a free beer out of us.
Speaking of Trace, hes doing well in his marriage with Michelle, they've moved into a home now, no more of the cute little apartment. I'm sure the thought of little feet running about will be the next project for the two of them.

Ahem!

Ladies....leave him alone he's happy.

I will hit on that soon Lol

Still here

Its been a good 45 minutes now G has gone for her procedure, they are doing some stints on her. I'm not sure just how I feel at the moment. I worry of course and I pray in the back of my mind. How should one feel? Do I act the tough guy or do I let my emotions run rampant?
I want to run, my nerves are shattered and I don't seem to want to focus, every cart that rambles down the hall I'm in hopes shes on it smiling.
She looked so scared as they wheeled her out. Eyes a bit watery and red wanting to hold back her own tears. She bit her bottom lip and semi looked away. I knew if she looked at us she might loose it.
Heaven forbid we lose her or something doesn't go just right. She truly is the glue and pillar in the family.
Some random nurse just rolled in a blood pressure meter and wants to change her bed linens.....
Times like this do you ever want a redo in life? Maybe to give that hug when the other guys were looking or the kiss on the cheek.
Maybe to let them listen to that old music and pretend to enjoy it. I don't know, sometimes grandparents bend over backwards for us and we don't see it. They are old and their hearts and feelings can be tender.
Im scrolling back on this post and thinking youre mad flipping crazy and nothings making sense.
From my post a while back I said we need to learn to bob a weave. I'm doing just that.