Death By Double Cheeseburger

I am a good boy.
I eat all my vegetables.
I open the door for a woman and defer to my elders.
I pay my taxes unquestioningly.
I color between the lines.
I do what I am told.
I am obedient.
I obey.

I don't have any recollection of ever wanting to hurt anyone, and have gladly lived a mostly oblivious and sedate life. I have watched and listened, and I have done nothing, nor have I spoken -- as if slumbering.
I am a sleeping giant, and my repose has been disturbed.
I have lived and let live, and though I --

I am really, really tired. I have something very important to say, but it will have to wait for another time.

Tonight I took out really a good girl. For years I have honored a personal policy of never doing the same thing on a first date twice. Have I dated hundreds of girls? Maybe. I haven't run out of ideas yet. She let me take her to an archery range. It was my first time to draw a bow since I was 13. The experience wasn't everything I was really hoping it would be, this was a plan B, plan A was to cook her dinner over a campfire if not for rain tonight.
Although I did enjoy it, I will not be taking up a new hobby.
We had dinner, and icecream afterward, and conversation was good. I didn't catch a lot of vibe, but I am going to happily take her out again Saturday.
I think the unspoken Mormon rules of dating say that if everything goes well I might get a sideways hug at night's end.

I want to start making regular additions to this blog again.

Until I do, let me report that for lunch yesterday I had two double cheeseburgers. That's 5 now.