Coincidence? Or is this Entry Long to be Long?

I’m not really a “coincidence” person. I don’t often believe that “coincidences” mean anything. But sometimes, there’s that one coincidence that makes you wonder. For example, a while ago there was this guy, let’s call him ‘El Cholo’ (‘cause that’s where the first coincidence occurred). ‘El Cholo’ lived in San Francisco, and I lived in LA. He just happened to be visiting some friends in LA, and I saw him where…. at El Cholo. We chatted, no biggy, you bump into people here and there. Next time I saw him? When Cal was in the Pac 10 tourney, they played at the Staples arena in LA… yeah, arena… huge, thousands of people…. And who is in assigned seating directly behind me? Yes, ‘El Cholo’, who still lived in SF. Then, I moved to SF, went to a concert at the Oaklend Coliseum, again, thousands of seats, who happens to be standing in front of me, yes, ‘El Cholo’.

So anyway, I finally figured out that these coincidences meant nothing. They were just coincidences.

That brings us to my most recent coincidence on Friday night. Many of you know The Brother broke up with his girlfriend to be with me. And please, you must know that I hadn’t any idea the seriousness of their relationship… he played it down, she was caught off guard, hurt and angry. Right now, I’m not a huge Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt fan for the hurt they caused to Jennifer Aniston… but yet here I am the Angelina Jolie… but then again, Angelina knew Brad was married… The Brother’s relationship was a bit of a mystery to me.

Well, I went off on a bit of tangent there… back to the coincidence. So, The Brother’s girlfriend had always been just a name to me… It’s always easier to forget someone that has no face. In the beginning of our relationship I was a bit irked by this girlfriend thing, naturally… Because I’m some ridiculous masochist, I asked him if I could see her pictures. And, on Friday night, The Brother came over. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to eat dinner or not… the time kept passing, and before I knew it, it was 10 pm. I couldn’t fight the urge anymore and decided to get dressed and go to the nearby taqueria. I begged the sleepy-eyed Brother to come with me, but he opted out.

I ordered my dinner and patiently waited on the side with my number in hand. Suddenly a girl walked in with an uncanny resemblance to the girl in The Brother’s photos. She was by herself… she was wearing glasses. I hadn’t seen any pictures with glasses, and besides she lives in Oakland… and is she even back from the East coast? It couldn’t be her. I took a mental picture of her, so I could go back and describe this vision to The Brother. She kept looking at me or perhaps my Ronald McDonald hair. I thought I knew her at first. There was some familiarity. It really did look like her.

As soon as I walked in the door I told The Brother what I’d just seen. I said she was wearing glasses… he said she wore them on occasion and that they were the exact color I had mentioned. I also noticed she had a cute little pooch (belly that is), I’ll admit it was cute. He mentioned that was kind of a joke the two of them had. They had many conversations about her cute pooch. I also mentioned that she seemed a lot shorter. He said that she was actually 5’3”. Hm. It was her. He also mentioned that she’d be back by now, and that she had a lot of friends that lived in the Mission despite her Oakland residence and that the two of them had frequented that taqueria.

Oh. Hm. It’s just strange that my hunger struck me and her at 10 pm. That we went to the same taqueria . I was only there for at most 10 minutes to get a burrito to go. And in those ten minutes she stood beside me waiting for her to go food. Yes, she stood right beside me.

And it’s just a trip… and probably doesn’t mean anything, but it’s just strange nonetheless… makes you think… makes me sad for her…. And I can’t feel like shit about it because I didn’t know… because when he told me, I said he should figure that out and leave me alone…. And sure he figured it out the next day… when I thought it’d be months… and I do feel like shit…. Because I’ve had my heart broken, and I’m happy now at the expense of someone else… and seeing her was a just a reminder. And it sucked. But in the chain we all have our hearts broken and that’s love and that’s life…. And I have to be okay with that.

Thank God:

Thank God I’m not homeless and have to come up with stupid shit like spelling ‘beer’ with pennies on my skateboard or making a sign that says ‘spare change or just a smile, god bless’… I mean, puhleeaazzze, I’m not falling for that ‘smile’ trick… and why hasn’t god given you some change?

Advice Needed:

Sooo, 2 friends probably hate me… LaSassy for having me punk out on karaoke ‘cause I fell asleep on my bed with dirty feet and woke up when I was supposed to be there… especially since we’re bff’s…. especially since she’s at my things ‘til the bitter end. LaSassy – if you’re out there, sorry!!! Hate me over something much worse… I can definitely do worse than that.

Second friend, at LaSassy’s afternoon birthday b-b-que, my wife Midge attended. My wife knew there’d be a lot of people he wouldn’t know, but he wanted to come to support LaSassy… while we’re sitting around on blankets, my wife decides to pull her headphones out and begins to put them in her ears. I immediately whispered, “hey, this is a social event… maybe it’s not cool to put your headphones on while we’re all chit-chatting… it’s a bit rude.” She then proceeds to get pissed at me, and tells me I’m bossy. Well, true, I am bossy and a bitch sometimes, but I really did think it wasn’t cool. Putting your headphones on and shutting everyone else out is just plain inconsiderate. People who don’t know him (there were many there) can take it in many different ways. I knew all of these people, and I knew him, and I knew he didn’t mean to be rude, but it’s not the best social etiquette to do something like that. Today, she’s all mad at me saying we just don’t see eye to eye, and that I’m ridiculous and bossy because I got mad about that… Is this reasonable? I just don’t see how it’s not rude?!!?!?! So I say, don’t go to social situations that you think you’ll have to tune everyone out at… he knew what this was going to be like. Hm. I’m mad.