Track & Feel

I don't know what to say.
I'm shy, guys.
I'm shy.
Have you ever gone off of the highest diving board at the Aquarina?
I would never do that.
Because something would go wrong.
Somehow, I'd be unconscious by the time I hit the water.
They'd have to get that yellow spinal injury board out.
I'd fuck up general swim for like, thirty, forty people.
I tend to stay away from the rope, too.
For good measure.
I dated a girl who dived, once.
Though I never actually saw her do it.
So, she may have told me that to appear more interesting.
Which is why I told her that I liked to climb mountains.
Whenever she wasn't around.
I've dated a few women in the past who partook in odd sports.
I saw this as a promising thing.
Turpin once wanted to introduce me to a curler.
I never met her.
If I had, we'd have a duplex (well, half of it) and two juniors by now.
And she'd be banging her curling coach on the side, probably.
Because she'd want a man who takes risks.


I've set aside a page in my book for baby names.
So far it has the following:
Genghis (that guy again)
Brutus
Hermes


Any suggestions?
I'm going to meet my little fencer one day.
Then these names will come in handy.