Thursday January 27 2011

Around 4 p.m. I wake up. Eyes hard to open.

Breakfast: Sesame Bagel with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.

Driving to Chesapeake and Portsmouth.

One date with a 1995 Toyota Camry Wagon, cute little Japanese bugger—a lot of miles—has that nice old car smell, which is actually appealing to me—one of the most reliable cars on the market, and has a lot of rave reviews online. Nabil, the dealer, isn’t a very enthusiastic person and doesn’t try to sway me either way.

Then, a second date with a Subie, 2000 Subaru Outback—just over 100k—a little more experienced—our test drive was impressive—has that new car smell, which is also appealing to me—also one of the most reliable cars on the market—not as cute, but stronger and more functional. I’m crushin. Russ, the dealer, is everything you’d expect in a charismatic salesman. Charming, always smiling, ready to please. After mentioning that the Subaru was my first choice, he replies, “Oh, somebody did his homework.” Sitting down at the desk with him as he writes a mock bill of sale for the bank. “What’s your last name, Mark?” “Smith. Oh, and it’s Robert, not Mark.”

Picking up Margot from work and bringing her home.

Enjoying a little happy beddy suggle time with a sex additive.

I mention about wanting to grow my beard out. She’s opposed—a short trimmed beard is her preference. I also find out that she got a month deal at a tanning salon. She doesn’t need to be any darker. And I have my issues with tanning and it’s harmful effects on the skin. Our sun is a much better alternative. Just wait until summer. In her mind, the darker the better. You’re already exotic enough, baby. She makes a joke about how hanging around me makes her look tanner, because I’m so white. “Alright. I’ll make a deal with you. I won’t grow a beard if you stop going to the tanning salon.” Deal.

She does this thing with her eyelashes when she’s being cute and begging me to stay or do something for her. It always reminds me of butterflies. I start singing a silly song about it, “Two butterflies. Over the ocean. Taking a bath. In Japan. Rainbows. Unicorns. Bunny rabbits…”

Back home.

Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Matchstick Men [2003].

Attempting to nap in my office chair—not very helpful. Reverting to the bed for 30 minutes.

Classic phone prank:

Dinner: Dry Roasted Tomato Chicken. Lemon Pepper Brown Rice with Onions and Red Peppers. Broccoli. Garlic Bread.

Newspaper Route.

Coffee from the old man. Blueberry Muffin from 7-11.

Doing more research at home. Finding a lot of disappointed reviews on the 2000 Subaru. Its kind of scaring me. Reconsidering the Toyota—finding more satisfied owners with this one. Japan VS Australia. Who will win?

Actual review of 1995 Toyota Camry: “If aliens abducted this car tonight, I would go out and buy another one.”

Cracking my head open over this decision. Bank loans. Money. Cars. Life, man.

It’s about 10 a.m. I’ve decided to just go back to theses dealers right now, get the cars double checked by a mechanic nearby, and make my move. I’ll sleep later.

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