I Started Writing My Book Two Weeks Ago...

Yes, it is in fact strange, but I decided to begin the project that I have considered for several decades now.  I am going to write a book.  Rest assured, it will not be anything creative or epic.  In fact, it will kind of be like a bunch of episodes of "Seinfeld" back to back.  Let me explain...

I have had a lot of different things happen to me in my life.  Some are very positive, some are very dark, and some are just bizarre.  I have a pretty good memory for things, and can recall details relatively accurately, which is very nice.  Growing up in Houston I frequently commented on my great recall of "useless crap".  I might not be sure how to calculate the volume of a sphere, but I do in  fact remember clearly that the name of the surf shop we went to in South Padre Island in 1978 was Island Style, and that the T-Shirt I bought there was orange.  Go figure...

Anyways... Since I do have reasonable decent recall, and I have had a lot of peculiar things happen in my life, it seems somehow fitting that I should write a book about these experiences.  That that in mind, I began work on "Weird Crap That Has Happened to Me".  I am a bit odd for a male in that I am very sensitive and much more emotional than is normal.  Because of this, my feelings run deep, and when things happen in my life, they are very personal and create a strong impression.  I think that this helps provide me with the ability to recount things that have happened in my life in an entertaining manner.  I know it will be a lot of work, and I may not complete the task before the end of my life, but I am going to work on it.

With this in mind, I offer a peek into the rough draft for one of the stories that I plan to include in the project. Recognize that this is far from a finished product, and so take it and my literary talent with a bag of salt...

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

                I was attending BYU my freshman year.  I asked a girl named Andrea out on a date to see a movie the following weekend.  I wasn’t terribly interested in her, but I thought it would be fun.  A few days later I was in my Religion class and the very cute gal that sat next to me asked me if I would be her escort to the Heritage Halls Invitational the following weekend.  I was stunned as she would ask me on a date.  That had never happened to me before.  For an instant I was ecstatic, but then I realized that I already had a date that night.  I thought “Forget Andrea, I’m going to the dance with Lisa…” but then my conscience got the better of me and I had to decline, as I had a prior commitment. I was disappointed, but I felt very proud of myself for doing the right thing and living up to my obligation. 
                The following weekend I went over to the residence hall where Andrea lived.  I waited for her for a while but she never came downstairs.  I called up to her room but there was no answer.  I waited for about an hour and finally left and went back to my dorm.   I spoke to her the next day and she told me that she had forgotten that I had asked her out and did not even apologize for standing me up.