What is the Problem with Kai>?

I've seen Kai, and I understand why Joe is attracted to her.  She is young with flawless milky white skin.  A bright, big and beautiful smile...expressive enough to ignite any dying flame.  Her petite frame is still voluptuous with just the right amount of curves.  The sun dress that elegantly drapes over her svelte physique only extenuates her lean silky legs.  She has an innocence, yet the devil still controls her libido.  Her perk is contoured with her flirty quirk.  She is smart yet playful.  Her charm has tamed many rattles...herein lies the conundrum.  Her heart has been stolen by a jealous thief...whom refuses to let her disengage their dysfunctional connection.  She knows its in her benefit to find a better, stronger, more stable suitor...yet her loyalty will not allow her to take those steps of free will necessary to escape her own self imposed emotional Alcatraz-like imprisonment.
An abandoned heart in the midst of tumultuous waters....surrounded by lonesome sharks, waiting to feast at the first hints of blood.  Its easy to analyze from my side, see the dysfunction.  But Kai needs to initiate her freedom walk.  A boat came to that island that she is deserted herself on...its comes by weekly, only to leave without any passengers.  Yet, that skipper only blames himself...calls is a failure...what he fails to realize is that the passenger fear whats beyond those closed borders that she feels so comfortable being confined by...Kai, you can not discover new oceans unless you have the courage to lose sight of your shore...

As I watched Joe's boat dock.  I had a good thought in mind to get a little chummy with two young ladies nearby (both of which, in my opinion where better looking then Kai), and attempt to recruit their help in order to draw Joe's attention away from Kai.  Kai was with her friend Shay (an overly thin, late twenties with a Very Short hair cut).  The other two unfamiliar ladies adjacent to Joe/Kay/Shay's table were both petite and very pretty...one was blonde the other a red head (bordering on burgundy).  I was going to ask the two ladies to call Joe over so we can leave because we had some potential plans elsewhere...I was planning on asking the girls to help my buddy because he continually goes after gay women and never succeeds...and then falls into a state of uncontrollable depression...
What stopped me from initiating my plans was this doofy looking fellow who sat with these two young ladies (you can tell from their body language that they were hoping for better company...and they almost did get their wish).  Better luck next time ladies...all thr3e of you...Better Yet, Good luck and God bless to all!

Two parties on our Memorial Day Weekend

The first on Saturday, the second on Sunday.  I saw and met many new people, as well as reacquainted with some old and kind friends...our buddy "Joe" might have exhausted his line with Kai...my condolences on a no win situation (and by no win, I mean from Kai's perspective).  My most unusual moment came at the heels of a quiet little lunch that I ate at a table perched over this small hill.  Along sat beside me this pleasant and pretty women and her quiet and heavy husband.  An amicable duo.  To them I was just some reserved loner.  Later on I found out, this fellow's earned nickname is "the Don".  Just another small highlight in an otherwise eventful weekend.  I never quite made it to meet some friends though at Sutton's on Saturday Night....I was too busy, plus the threat of a random boob making a dramatic (or comedic) entrance only increases the bizarreness (that is why you need to leave nursing children at home) of this unpredictable day/weekend.

Everyone should embrace the fact

that you can always enjoy a wine (preferably a red of course!), regardless if you can pronounce its name...cheers my friends and beat your drought!

Problem Solved

at least for the moment, if only I knew more about these "machines"
I'm not a machine person
I'm more of face to face communicator
*only when I choose to be*

Due to a problem

...The computer that I typically use to share my thoughts with the world wide web has had a "situation" whereby it will not permit me to contribute to the literary index that i have composed via my plethora of experiences and observations.  I either need to sort out the dilemma with that "machine"....God I hate machines...Or, find ulterior means to contribute what I feel is best said written.
     I have had an eventful little weekend thus far.  The most peculiar part involves an  accusation...that I am A (too?) Serious Man (with perhaps a humorless sense).  People in the know how, certainly know not to take me serious because they never know when a prank is about to hit them.  I can be very tricky, especially if you least expect me.  Best of Luck.
     I do pray that I can find myself in front of a working keyboard tomorrow, i have much to share with a community that I only partially know.  In a short while, I will be heading over to a buddy's place for some nice Spanish wine coupled with a grilled delight.  I'm going to know every body there, everyone there will know me...someone today told me that I, in general, am a difficult individual to forget...I do continually get recognized when I am out and about (mostly by people I can swear that I never have met), primarily through my profession.  If i were to tell you that I have easily met and talked with over three thousand people...I, more then likely, would be grossly underestimating that total.   Due to the sensitivity and intimacy of my profession I truly get to know many people (and all those they chose to share in there discussion)...Leaves me with many stories, some for exclusive eyes only.
      Tomorrow's BBQ (tis the season, no?) will be a bit more adventurous....there I will know not a single soul (at least that is my anticipation).  It will be at a ritzy home on the Gold Coast of Long Island...where the young beautiful women will be sewn together through a unnatural plastic fabric...can you say barbie...so, not my crowd, but you never know
This is Capt Patric Benson signing off from someone's MAC

This is not Quantum Physics

Although, on certain days, and when dealing with certain people...
its only numb3rs

We fail in order to learn that success does not come easy
and once we succeed, to never allow ourselves to regress
We succeed when we persevere
and find ways to adjust to our onslaught of challenges
Resilience
Heart
Courage
Fight
These are all totems of the luxury
that I call
Success

On Saint Konstantine's day

Nothing is uglier then pretentious people
Nothing is more repulsing then the behavior of an elitist

i do wish we could restart humanity
and treat each other better
right from the start
and keep it that way
(...press to reset)
I just got an unknown call
and didn't take
it
on the day of rapture...
maybe it was God, giving me a little ring
trying to get to know me
maybe God left a message
hopefully I'll be smart enough to listen