The Writer XXVI

I woke to the rain still coming down in bucket form and another old movie on the television.  I slept for almost three hours and felt worse now then when I laid down.  I opened my computer and scrolled through messages, some were from people I had either already talked to or even met.  The bio-physist messaged me to get together again; clearly he was not the smartest person on that date because it was an uncomfortable mess.  I slowly read profiles and performed the process of weeding out those that wanted marriage, kids or anything that looked like a long term commitment.  I opened a message from a  man that was working here on an exchange program from Australia and it could not be more perfect.  We agreed to meet at my favourite pub in Times Square and since he has to take the Path from Jersey I decided to turn on some music and jump in the shower to wake up a little.

I make a mental note not to get too intoxicated with the Aussie since I have to be in a cab at 5am and heading to LaGuardia.  I grabbed my raincoat and headed into the streets...an Irish and an Aussie walk into a bar....