I can’t complain about old girlfriends to people I know in real life, especially not to current girlfriends. That’s what crazy people do who can’t let go of the past. One has to let go or else they won’t be able to work on their current relationships. It is better to enjoy the present and look forward to the future. I use this series of blog entries as a platform for complaining that won't bother anybody.
Now that I was planning to go to Euro Disney with Heidi, I asked Aelyssa via email if I can get her or her nephew Colton any special Disney Paris souvenirs. They love Disney but have never been to the parc in Paris.
A few days passed until I received an answer: “you never went to Disney with me and my family. You acted like you were too good to go with us…. “
“And BTW, in case you don’t know yet, your cat Mister Bradley is dead. He was hit by a car. And BTW all of your stuff you left in my apartment is gone.”
Perky Pat and Baby Colton
Aelyssa’s sister Patty is pretty and nice. Patty graduated from a prestigious “almost” Ivy League university. Patty is a YUPPIE. She is an accountant for a top Wall Street firm in the San Francisco financial district. She works hard and has done well in her job.She pulls her own weight (with the exception that her father paid for her education at an expensive Almost Ivy).
I mentioned before that a degree from an Ivy League college won’t impress American Women unless the man is from an upper caste family. Similarly, it doesn’t impress American men when an underclass women has such a degree. Patty’s father is a plumber who built up a million dollar contracting business, and Patty smells like pipe-joining compound. Despite her degree, looks, and money, no upper caste man takes her seriously.
Patty’s life is centered around money. Like most accountants, she spends her days counting the money of rich men. In the evening, she watches TV shows about money. When I first met her, she was watching a documentary about the Kardassians, a family of extravagant consumers whose head is the lawyer who got rich defending OJ Simpson.
She is a social climber and has tried to marry into the upper caste. To meet suitable men, she joined expensive social and business clubs. Her clubs require the payment of membership fees but do not require the upper class social connections and pedigree of Eastern clubs. The closest she got was heart-breaking. At the age of 27, an upper caste man abandoned her at the wedding altar. The tickets were already bought, and she went on the honeymoon alone.
Not having read one book in your entire life tells tells a lot about the personality. Patty graduated college without reading a single book. Aelyssa wrote Patty’s university English term papers for her. She is not dyslexic. She think too much about the world. She will never have a conversation about an intellectual or academic topic. She ridicules people who do. Like Aelyssa, she watches too much TV. I could not connect and bond with her despite trying for four years.
Patty takes her toddler son Colton to Disneyland during her vacation days. They don’t mind the 8+ hour drive to Los Angeles several times each year. Like Aelyssa, Colton loves it. He spends so much time there that he even thinks of it as his second home.
Cousin Clinton gets a stomach staple
A stomach staple or Gastric Bypass Surgery is prescribed to treat morbid obesity. In the procedure, the stomach is surgically divided into a smaller upper pouch and a larger lower pouch. The small intestine is then re-routed to connect to both compartments. Patients typically lose 65% to 80% of their body weight. It’s intended to be a last resort when dieting and exercise are not successful. In 2015, gastric bypass surgery cost, on average, 25,574$ in the US.
Clinton or Clint is a half-brother to Aelyssa by the same father and a different mother. He is also half-brother to the Bubbas, also by the same father but a third mother. Clnt, his wife, and children attend the yearly Disneyland family vacation.
There isn’t much to say about Clint except for one thing. After Aelyssa moved in with me, she lost her health insurance. She had a serious health condition and needed treatment. Her father refused to pay for it. I couldn’t afford to pay for it.
I asked her what it was but she said she didn’t know. She had some test results that indicated that it was serious, and she needed to be treated soon. She refused to go to a charity hospital. She nagged me to buy her health insurance so it could be treated. Then she nagged me to marry her because my job would partially pay for a spouse’s health insurance.
I have been warned to meet the mother before you decide to marry. The daughter almost always looks like and acts like the mother when she gets older. Soon after I met Aelyssa, she invited me to meet her family. It was a Sunday afternoon feast held at Patty’s house in San Francisco. Her parents invite themselves over from Fresno ever few weeks for this meal and make all the food decisions. They were both in their early 60s but were decrepit beyond their years. Her father was tall and stooped. His voice was wheezy. Her mother was as tall as she was wide and could not walk without a cane.
We all sat at a long table to eat. Supper was a pork dish, and I was concerned. Aelyssa is a vegetarian, and her parents know she is a vegetarian. They did not serve a second, alternative vegetarian dish. I too have several food allergies, and pork is one of the few foods that can make me violently sick. I had warned Aelyssa about my condition weeks before the dinner.
Her father sat at the head of the table. His knife and fork screeched on his ceramic plate each time he cut off a piece of his pork. The sound was making me wince, and I glanced at him. He stuffed a fat wad of pork into his mouth with his fork. He grunted and smacked his lips as chewed. Gravy dripped down his stubbly chin.
While he hacked away at his dinner, her mom reached across Clint’s plate to get a bowl of gravy. As she reached, she bumped into me. I noticed the wattles of fat dangling from her wrist. They were several inches long and hung like two heavy tea bags. She breathed as they dragged through Clint’s mashed potatoes making a deep double trough.
Her mother had a cold and could not breath through her nose. Her stuffy nose required her to chew with her mouth open so she could breath through her mouth. The whole meal, she sniffled and wiped her nose every 30 seconds. She periodically had coughing fits and messily blew her nose.
By the end of the meal, Clinton and Aelyssa’s parents had eaten 3 servings each of pork and mashed potatoes. By the time they finished desert, they had eaten roughly 3000 calories apiece in that single meal. (I learned to count calories by sight in my own effort to lose weight). Aelyssa and I only ate potatoes, a little of some other side dish, and salad. Patty did not eat much either.
I don’t think my own family sat down together for a family meal more than ten times during my entire life, but after that dinner, I didn’t want to have any more family meals.
I talked to Clint and got to know him a little. I learned that like everybody else in the family, Clint believed that if you had a choice between walking 100 yards and driving a car 100 yards, you should take the car. Exercise makes you sick and old.
Clint was 40 but looked 60. He weighed around 500 pounds. The father asked about his health. He was having a lot of comorbid health problems due to his obesity: type II diabetes, arthritis, high blood pressure, smelled like sour cheese. It was Clint’s 40th birthday soon, and Aelyssa’s father announced taht he would buy Clint a gastric bypass surgery. I knew him for years after the surgery and he only grew fatter. I can think of other ways to spend $25,000.
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Aelyssa lives in the Dogpatch neighborhood near Potrero Hill in San Francisco. Many of the old factories and warehouses of the Dogpatch still stand, but they are either vacant or have been converted to loft space for YUPPIES during the plague of gentrification that began in the 1990s. This area lies east of the fog belt and is therefore the sunniest part of San Francisco.
Aelyssa offered to care for my two cats before I left San Francisco. They were both strays who originally found me while I was sitting in the back yard reading. Except for childhood, I never had a pet cat. It was her choice to adopt them. I had been planning to travel and couldn’t take care of them. She was always praising her own cats and talking about how much she loves cats. I assumed she would treat them as her own.
Her flat is on a hill that overlooks the bay and the city skyline. In the day, cars endlessly speed down her street, and in the night, cars drag race and do burn-outs on the same street while pushers, hookers, and other street people quarrel and shoot guns. She put my cats outside in the street every morning. When she could find them, she let them in at night. She didn’t always find them, and Mister Bradley was scared of her. He spent the last year of his life abandoned and practically homeless. She kept her own cat in the apartment all the time and never let her out. I should have known that it wouldn’t go well for Mister Bradley.
I don’t know what made her to turn. I was polite to her family and didn’t complani about them often. I kept my criticism to my journal. Months ago, she said she had a new boyfriend. His name is Travis. He is a fireman or something and sounded like a good match. We stayed in contact, and a couple of times I even asked her for dating advice. I assumed she would have been happy I had moved on as well.
Now that I was planning to go to Euro Disney with Heidi, I asked Aelyssa via email if I can get her or her nephew Colton any special Disney Paris souvenirs. They love Disney but have never been to the parc in Paris.
A few days passed until I received an answer: “you never went to Disney with me and my family. You acted like you were too good to go with us…. “
“And BTW, in case you don’t know yet, your cat Mister Bradley is dead. He was hit by a car. And BTW all of your stuff you left in my apartment is gone.”
Perky Pat and Baby Colton
Aelyssa’s sister Patty is pretty and nice. Patty graduated from a prestigious “almost” Ivy League university. Patty is a YUPPIE. She is an accountant for a top Wall Street firm in the San Francisco financial district. She works hard and has done well in her job.She pulls her own weight (with the exception that her father paid for her education at an expensive Almost Ivy).
I mentioned before that a degree from an Ivy League college won’t impress American Women unless the man is from an upper caste family. Similarly, it doesn’t impress American men when an underclass women has such a degree. Patty’s father is a plumber who built up a million dollar contracting business, and Patty smells like pipe-joining compound. Despite her degree, looks, and money, no upper caste man takes her seriously.
Patty’s life is centered around money. Like most accountants, she spends her days counting the money of rich men. In the evening, she watches TV shows about money. When I first met her, she was watching a documentary about the Kardassians, a family of extravagant consumers whose head is the lawyer who got rich defending OJ Simpson.
She is a social climber and has tried to marry into the upper caste. To meet suitable men, she joined expensive social and business clubs. Her clubs require the payment of membership fees but do not require the upper class social connections and pedigree of Eastern clubs. The closest she got was heart-breaking. At the age of 27, an upper caste man abandoned her at the wedding altar. The tickets were already bought, and she went on the honeymoon alone.
Not having read one book in your entire life tells tells a lot about the personality. Patty graduated college without reading a single book. Aelyssa wrote Patty’s university English term papers for her. She is not dyslexic. She think too much about the world. She will never have a conversation about an intellectual or academic topic. She ridicules people who do. Like Aelyssa, she watches too much TV. I could not connect and bond with her despite trying for four years.
Patty takes her toddler son Colton to Disneyland during her vacation days. They don’t mind the 8+ hour drive to Los Angeles several times each year. Like Aelyssa, Colton loves it. He spends so much time there that he even thinks of it as his second home.
Cousin Clinton gets a stomach staple
A stomach staple or Gastric Bypass Surgery is prescribed to treat morbid obesity. In the procedure, the stomach is surgically divided into a smaller upper pouch and a larger lower pouch. The small intestine is then re-routed to connect to both compartments. Patients typically lose 65% to 80% of their body weight. It’s intended to be a last resort when dieting and exercise are not successful. In 2015, gastric bypass surgery cost, on average, 25,574$ in the US.
Clinton or Clint is a half-brother to Aelyssa by the same father and a different mother. He is also half-brother to the Bubbas, also by the same father but a third mother. Clnt, his wife, and children attend the yearly Disneyland family vacation.
There isn’t much to say about Clint except for one thing. After Aelyssa moved in with me, she lost her health insurance. She had a serious health condition and needed treatment. Her father refused to pay for it. I couldn’t afford to pay for it.
I asked her what it was but she said she didn’t know. She had some test results that indicated that it was serious, and she needed to be treated soon. She refused to go to a charity hospital. She nagged me to buy her health insurance so it could be treated. Then she nagged me to marry her because my job would partially pay for a spouse’s health insurance.
I have been warned to meet the mother before you decide to marry. The daughter almost always looks like and acts like the mother when she gets older. Soon after I met Aelyssa, she invited me to meet her family. It was a Sunday afternoon feast held at Patty’s house in San Francisco. Her parents invite themselves over from Fresno ever few weeks for this meal and make all the food decisions. They were both in their early 60s but were decrepit beyond their years. Her father was tall and stooped. His voice was wheezy. Her mother was as tall as she was wide and could not walk without a cane.
We all sat at a long table to eat. Supper was a pork dish, and I was concerned. Aelyssa is a vegetarian, and her parents know she is a vegetarian. They did not serve a second, alternative vegetarian dish. I too have several food allergies, and pork is one of the few foods that can make me violently sick. I had warned Aelyssa about my condition weeks before the dinner.
Her father sat at the head of the table. His knife and fork screeched on his ceramic plate each time he cut off a piece of his pork. The sound was making me wince, and I glanced at him. He stuffed a fat wad of pork into his mouth with his fork. He grunted and smacked his lips as chewed. Gravy dripped down his stubbly chin.
While he hacked away at his dinner, her mom reached across Clint’s plate to get a bowl of gravy. As she reached, she bumped into me. I noticed the wattles of fat dangling from her wrist. They were several inches long and hung like two heavy tea bags. She breathed as they dragged through Clint’s mashed potatoes making a deep double trough.
Her mother had a cold and could not breath through her nose. Her stuffy nose required her to chew with her mouth open so she could breath through her mouth. The whole meal, she sniffled and wiped her nose every 30 seconds. She periodically had coughing fits and messily blew her nose.
By the end of the meal, Clinton and Aelyssa’s parents had eaten 3 servings each of pork and mashed potatoes. By the time they finished desert, they had eaten roughly 3000 calories apiece in that single meal. (I learned to count calories by sight in my own effort to lose weight). Aelyssa and I only ate potatoes, a little of some other side dish, and salad. Patty did not eat much either.
I don’t think my own family sat down together for a family meal more than ten times during my entire life, but after that dinner, I didn’t want to have any more family meals.
I talked to Clint and got to know him a little. I learned that like everybody else in the family, Clint believed that if you had a choice between walking 100 yards and driving a car 100 yards, you should take the car. Exercise makes you sick and old.
Clint was 40 but looked 60. He weighed around 500 pounds. The father asked about his health. He was having a lot of comorbid health problems due to his obesity: type II diabetes, arthritis, high blood pressure, smelled like sour cheese. It was Clint’s 40th birthday soon, and Aelyssa’s father announced taht he would buy Clint a gastric bypass surgery. I knew him for years after the surgery and he only grew fatter. I can think of other ways to spend $25,000.
Aelyssa lives in the Dogpatch neighborhood near Potrero Hill in San Francisco. Many of the old factories and warehouses of the Dogpatch still stand, but they are either vacant or have been converted to loft space for YUPPIES during the plague of gentrification that began in the 1990s. This area lies east of the fog belt and is therefore the sunniest part of San Francisco.
Aelyssa offered to care for my two cats before I left San Francisco. They were both strays who originally found me while I was sitting in the back yard reading. Except for childhood, I never had a pet cat. It was her choice to adopt them. I had been planning to travel and couldn’t take care of them. She was always praising her own cats and talking about how much she loves cats. I assumed she would treat them as her own.
Her flat is on a hill that overlooks the bay and the city skyline. In the day, cars endlessly speed down her street, and in the night, cars drag race and do burn-outs on the same street while pushers, hookers, and other street people quarrel and shoot guns. She put my cats outside in the street every morning. When she could find them, she let them in at night. She didn’t always find them, and Mister Bradley was scared of her. He spent the last year of his life abandoned and practically homeless. She kept her own cat in the apartment all the time and never let her out. I should have known that it wouldn’t go well for Mister Bradley.
I don’t know what made her to turn. I was polite to her family and didn’t complani about them often. I kept my criticism to my journal. Months ago, she said she had a new boyfriend. His name is Travis. He is a fireman or something and sounded like a good match. We stayed in contact, and a couple of times I even asked her for dating advice. I assumed she would have been happy I had moved on as well.