...Izee's Thread

[Izee]

...Sad to see Buster Posey retiring.     I actually saw him when he was in the minor League.  We would go to watch the games, and Buster was the catcher for our Home Team.  We all started shouting..."BUSTER, BUSTER, BUSTER"  when he would come to the plate with a bat in his hand.     He did well, and we were all happy when he moved up to the Major Leagues.  They are showing clips of him playing, and a few are when he 'Tagged out' men rushing into home base.   

...I did a 'Buster Posey' on a guy when I was playing mixed sexes softball.  I was a nerd, I was good at Martial Arts, but I couldn't run and chase down a ball, or hit well, so, I was relegated to be the Catcher.  Being a Catcher in softball is kinda like just laying on a couch, and throwing a toy to your pet cat.  The ball would land on the plate, or near it, and I would pick it up and throw it back to the pitcher.  There is NEVER a play at Home, in softball, so I just watched the others play.  But..ONCE THERE WAS AN IMPORTANT PLAY AT HOME!!!   

...I was standing, watching the guys running the bases, and was flabergasted when the guy rounding third kept running.  The second baseman threw me the ball, and I caught it, and looked at the runner.  I was in front of the plate, and figured that he would just give up.  But...NOOOOO...he ran faster, and lowered his shoulder, and grinned as he ran at me.  I quickly figured that he intended to knock me over, and if I dropped the ball...he would be safe.  But...he didn't recognize that he was...

...CONFRONTING  A PANTHER HUNTRESS!!!!   

...I settled down into my 'attack squat'...I wanted to look helpless...and I looked scared.  He grinned as he lowered his shoulder...and then...

...He was ASS OVER TEACUPS ON THE SIDE OF THE PLATE...face down...

...I had gotten my center of gravity in position, and my balance...and as he ran into me...I sprang with my legs, all of my 'Ki' focused, my hands clutching my glove, with the ball...pushing it against him...and he flew through the air and landed a few feet away from the plate!  I was actually SNARLING as I stood up.  I walked to the side, the inning was over, and sat my butt  on the bench.

...My team was surprised, I mean, I am a small woman, and look helpless most of the time.  They figured that I would have had to be carried off, and into a car to be taken to a hospital for facing the guy down while blocking the plate. I mean, I WAS blocking the plate, so I was 'open season'.  I could have taken a few steps forward, and just tapped him with my glove as he passed by, and he would have been out.  He was much larger than me...but...Martial Arts do teach you how to focus your 'Ki'.  The 'Ki' is very powerful.  Plus, my 'Fuck you, you big jerk' attitude went over the top...I couldn't control it.

...My 'attitude' went into overdrive in that moment, and I was thinking..."You big 250 lb jerk, you are NOT getting through me."

...He didn't...  

[Izee]

...I may sound, at times, as if I am bragging about my life.  And, yes, I am sharing some of the high points of my life.  I have hinted of my recent low points, which, in my mind easily eclipse all of the good things I have done.  When the man you love, just decides to divorce you, with no warning...you are left in shambles and bewilderment.  I must have done something to him, that I didn't realize.  But, I am, slowly, getting better...but it will take a while, I think.  If we had been arguing and fighting before he filed, I would probably be relieved.  But, he pretended to love me, until I decided that I didn't want to work anymore, and he took off with half of what I had earned...money that I had earned, and SAVED...staying up late at night in the office, and weekends, and laying awake when I was in a Jury Trial...thinking of what I was going to do the next day.

...But, one of my low points.   

...I had joined an Athletic Club, and would go there often, and work out in the weight room, and then sit, naked, in a jacuzzi with other women.  We would talk of things, and then get out, shower, and get dressed and leave.  I would ALWAYS show up for the Wednesday lunch, it was PRIME RIB!!!  I would gobble one down, with the fixins, and then go sit in the jacuzzi, I actually believed that sweating in the jacuzzi would offset the calories I took in by eating the HUGE lunch. 

...They had softball, and I signed up, I wanted to do something after work, and playing softball sounded like fun.  I thought that I would do well, I was very athletic, due to martial arts and such, but I ended up being the Catcher for our team, and my batting average wasn't very good.  Twice, I did hit a triple, because the fielders had come in so close, looking at me.  I stared at them, and got angry, and hit the shit out of the ball, it went over their heads, and I ran fast. 

...I did stop playing.  I had been elected Treasurer of the Club, and when I was going through the books, I saw a list of the Softball Draft.  The team leaders would pick out the names of the people who signed up to play.  I looked down the list, and...and...and...

...I WAS DEAD LAST!!!  THE LAST ONE PICKED!!!  Out of SEVERAL HUNDRED PLAYERS!!!

...Good thing that it wasn't done 'in person'.  I would have stood in the middle of several hundred people, and watched as everyone else were picked, and stood alone, looking around, and a team Captain would have said..."OK, I got her, I guess."   

[MageNathaniel1]

Love your description of how you got him out. Reminds me of the peter paul and mary song right field. Nods on learning balance in martial arts used to teach long, long ago. Learned 3 styles and picked up a few techniques from others along the way as well. Only did really well in 2 of the 3 but still the learning was good. We all like to replay the highlight reel rather than the blooper reel. Facebook, twitter, twitch, etc are all good examples of people's highight reels and few blooper reels. As a therapist, I had a client come in who was a recent divorcee. Her husband had dropped divorce papers on her with no warning, the divorce had been finalozed for 6 months when I met her, she was still a bit in shock and upset. She was only thinking of the highight reel of their relationship the good times. I began asking her questions about what he did when they went on trips, who wanted the new bigger house, who it was that wanted the expensive clothes, and one by ome the dominos fell, she saw him for the self centered jerk he was, by the end of the 1 hour session, she said why would I ever want him back and left renewed and happy to be rid of him. Sometimes a change of perspective is needed which is what this did for her.

[Izee]

...One of my 'triples'...

...I was in a very complex, and difficult Legal case, there were many sides.  I was working hard, to defend my client, and he was worried.  He did have a lot of insurance, but was worried.  I kept assuring him that I would get him out of the case, or settle the case well within the policy limits.  The Lead Attorney on the other side, thought that he was a huge jock.  I was a member of the same Athletic Club, and he was very dismissive of me and treated me as if I was just a 'person who needed help'.  I signed up for softball, and, as I said...I played as Catcher...and often for only three innings.  The rules were that every player of a team had to play at least three innings, and so, usually I would play the first three, and then sit and watch as others finished the game.

...That 'Lead Attorney' found out what I REALLY was...at least as an attorney.  My ATTITUDE awoke in the case, and I wasn't about to let men, with grey hair, TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!  I set traps, during discovery, (The Practice of Law is often more like hunting at night, when there is no moon), and I just looked innocent...until I sprang them.  Motion after motion followed, and my client was dismissed from the case...he didn't pay anything...since the Insurance Company was paying my bill.  Other defendants saw what I did, and followed suit.  The big "LAWSUIT" that the guy had put together, that would give him Millions, fell apart.  (Oh, BTW, these new lawsuits, where illegal invaders will get $450K EACH are meant to enrich attorneys...and those goddam Gov't people who will retire, worth MILLIONS!!!  The Invaders will be handed $50K, or so, and be happy when they go back.  Ever wonder just how middle class people enter Gov't, and then retire in 10 years worth MILLIONS???...on an annual salary of $100K, or so???) 

...I hit one of my triples, when I saw the Bastard in center field.  He had walked in, standing not too far from 2nd Base, and I got angry.  I unloaded, and hit it over his head, and ran around the bases.  Two runs scored, and I stopped at 3rd base.  He was a bit generous, as we all drank beer after the game, he said..."That was a good hit".  I told him, "You pissed me off, and if you had been playing where you should have been, you would have caught it." 

...I went off, and nursed my beer with a couple girls who liked me.

[MageNathaniel1]

Sounds like you enjoyed toying with him. As a witness, opposing attorneys always hate me, I stick to the facts given and do not waiver despite any curve ball they throw during their questioning. Smiles

[Izee]

...Being a 'Strikebreaker'...

...A couple decades ago, I was the Principal Cellist in a Semi-Professional orchestra, and being an Accountant, of course the Board of Directors also elected me to be Treasurer of the Organization.  That was fun, I sat in all of the Board and Officer Meetings, and reported on finances.  After a concert, I would sit in the back of the Box Office with the President and Secretary, and count all of the cash and checks and such, prepare a deposit slip, and then drive to the Bank and push the large envelope full of cash into the night deposit box.  A few times, I was very tired, after all, I had performed, and then sat in the Office and counted money.  That is actually BORING!!!  Unless, of course, it is YOUR CASH!!!  (I would be wide awake, and attentive when I had a significant amount of MY CASH to count.  (I would, always, be tempted to lay it out on my bed, and then strip, and roll around on it, naked.  So, that is why you need to be careful when handling cash...people do STRANGE things).

...Anyway, back to the subject.   

...God had created an total fool for practice, and then he created the people who became the Board Members of the Orchestra at that time.  Non of them were musicians, I was only on the Board because the musicians elected me, the By-Laws specified that the Board had to have one member elected by the musicians.  The idea was that there would be more trust by the Orchestra in the Board, if a musician was reporting back to them what was going on, financially, and on other matters.  There were a few times when the Board went into Executive Session, and I was told to keep everything confidential, or not attend that meeting.  I would not attend the meeting if it involved personnel matters.  One of my theories of life is that 2 people can keep a secret, but three or more can't.  I didn't want to be suspected of leaking sensitive personnel matters, and figured that the Orchestra really wasn't entitled to know of such deliberations.  If it became public knowledge, well, we would all know.

...We were having sold out concerts, and even recorded for a local composer.  It didn't hit the 'Top Ten', but I had a CD of us, and at one point in a Concerto Grosso, I was a soloist.  That was SCARY...he had my cello 'miked'.  He was also very dramatic in conducting, he waved his hands around a lot, and his facial expressions were very expressive.  Once, the Orchestra wasn't blending well, and he BLAMED ME DURING THE CONCERT!!!!      He leaned over to me, grimacing, and used the 1st two fingers of his right hand to point at his eyes, and then turned back.  (That is the 'subtle hand sign' that a Conductor uses to say, "Hey, you dumb B----h...WATCH ME!!!")  I was having trouble keeping a straight face, it should have been directed at the Principal Violist, I just KNEW that she was half a measure off.  BTW, the Viola Section are the butt of EVERY joke in an orchestra.  When the trombones miss a passage, they blame the violists.

...(Finish Below)

[Izee]

...He was usually polite to the Board, but would get angry when they got involved in planning the music for a concert, or where musicians should be seated.  He believed, that HE, as CONDUCTOR, had the sole right to select what works to perform.  We had lunch, and I calmed him  down, saying, "The Board Members are all very active in the Community.  People probably tell them what works they would like to hear, and the Board does raise the money to pay you, and us."  He calmed down a bit, but there was still friction.  I got the Board to create a "Performance Committee, and it had the Conductor, Members of the Board, and Musicians on it.  I was asked to be the Leader, and did.  So, we would actually go on a weekend retreat after the end of a season, and discuss how the year had been attended, and discuss, and select the works for the next season.

...The Board decided to 'TERMINATE' the Conductor for obscure reasons.  I was arguing against it, their reasons seemed to be that he was RUDE to them, and didn't take their suggestions of what to perform.  I did a slide show of our finances, and showed that we were bring in so much money, that we were actually paying for private lessons for young people, so that they could develop their skills to play at our level, and awarded scholarships to those who went to college to major for music.  The discussion got very heated at times, and once I overheard some businessmen saying that they should never have allowed a musician to be on the Board.  "She just doesn't understand business" they remarked.  I almost went Panther, but didn't, I just ignored them.  I had a Financial and Law degree after my name, and two professional licenses, and budgeted and put my signature on checks for seven figures for the business I worked for.  But...in their minds...

...I was female...and just a cellist...I should just stay home, practice my cello, and walk barefoot into the kitchen every evening and cook cornbread and pork chops for my family.     Actually, looking back, that could have been nice...I REALLY LIKE cornbread and pork chops.  I always bought those thick, meaty pork chops, I tried the thin ones, but they just didn't have the taste of a big pork chop.  I did walk barefoot in the kitchen at times...(My Ex and I had a fun 'sex game' we played...not gonna spill the details... )

...The Board did fire the Conductor, and he consulted me, wanting me to sue the PANTS OFF of the Board.  I told him that I couldn't do that, even if I resigned from the Board, it would be unethical.  So, the Orchestra went on strike, and we had a concert coming up in two weeks.  I told the Orchestra that I thought that we had an obligation to perform, since tickets had been sold...but they disagreed...and I was voted out as President...and became the VP.  The strike was going to continue.  I was split in my emotions, I was very fond of the Conductor, he even included me in a couple family outings to his seaside property in Vancouver, but I didn't want to destroy the Orchestra.  Of course, the whole thing was in the local newspapers...I ducked all of the calls that came into my Law Office, and just stayed home. 

...I did speak, privately, to a number of musicians, and...we planned a concert.  I resigned from the Board, and as President of the musicians, announced that we would perform a concert.  The Board said that they wouldn't pay for it, and would want a refund of the $150 they had paid to reserve the Hall.  I paid the deposit out of my own funds, and did an interview for the newspaper saying that the Orchestra disagreed with the Boards action, but that some us would would perform a Chamber Recital for those who had bought tickets.  I then went "PANTHER BITCH ATTORNEY" on the Board, and told them that we wanted ALL of the proceeds from the Concert, that we would pay all expenses, and that I would look over the accounts after the Concert, and if funds had been withheld...we would sue ALL OF THE DIRECTORS...PERSONALLY!!!  They were all big shots, and tried to dismiss us, saying, "What Lawyer would take such a case?"  I snorted, and said, "Talk to the Judges in your town, they all know me.  And, at times like this, I work for what I can collect from the other side...and my hourly billing rate is very high.  After we get a Judgement against ALL of you, I will be happy to spend a day, with, EACH OF YOU, going over, in detail, your personal finances, and will decide which bank accounts I am going to levy upon.  And, I will think about the cute little sailboat that I have been wanting to buy, and think about how nice it will be to get it out onto Lake Tahoe."

...We performed our Chamber Concert, and...IT WAS SOLD OUT!!!  There were a lot of interviews by local TV and newspapers of those musicians, and they said that they disagreed with the Board, but felt an obligation to the audience.  One actually had said, "If you agree that "D" should no longer be the Conductor, then don't attend our recital, that will show the Board what you, the paying customers think, and we won't take any offense.  If the public  really wants "D" out, then we will just sit out the rest of the season, we all have other obligations in our lives."

...Half of the Board resigned, after the SOLD OUT concert, and the newspapers reporting on what the musicians thought.

..."D" did resign two years later.  The Board was still in an uproar, and even me, as a Mediator, couldn't fix it...certain businessmen hated me as much as they hated "D".  I handed off the legal issues to an attorney who I usually fought.  (He was a plaintiff attorney, I was the defense), but we respected each other, and liked each other, personally.  But, we attorneys are actors at times, and anyone seeing us in the Courtroom would think that we hated each other.  He would insult my intelligence, and I would calmly tell the judge that he could handle a simple 'rear-end auto accident case', once he got someone to help him figure out which front of what car had hit the rear of the other car,  but just couldn't comprehend the subtle aspects of business law, and should take a remedial course in business law at the local Junior College.  He would raise his voice at me when I did that, and the Judge would pound the table.

...(Finish below, promise...I should have written this essay, before starting to post it... )

[MageNathaniel1]

Love how you stood up for your principles, though, were it me. I would have told the board up front at the stsrt when elected as treasurer, that I was a lawyer and had a business degree which may have given you more clout with them in decision making. I know lawyers are just performing theatre in the courtrooms, have seen them go toe to toe in the court room then turn around and tslk about families and such as friends upon leaving the room.

[Izee]

...My little group performed this, my FAVORITE string quintet by Schubert.  Whenever I attended a retreat, and we musicians would make up our own groups, I would always wave my arm, and call out, "Let's perform the Schubert!"  I would easily get people to join.     But, the first time I attended the retreat, nobody knew me.  I wandered around with my cello that evening, and had dinner and talked, and then wondered what to do.  Someone came up to me, and said, "They need a cellist over there."  I walked into the room, and looked around, and there was a quartet sitting there.  I apologized, and started to walk out, and the 1st Violinist called out to me, and said, "We are doing the 'Quintet'."  I had NO IDEA of what he was talking about, but came in, unpacked my cello, sat, and settled it between my legs, and opened the music.  It was the FIRST PART for the Quintet, and I had never laid eyes on it before.   

...The Germanic violinist tightened his bow, and asked me what tempo I liked.  I just stared at the 'lollypops', my mind was reading the music, but I had no idea of the tempo.  I just looked at him, and said, "I have never played this before, you tell me."  He grimaced at the other players, and they frowned at me.  I just looked down, and used the 'fine tuners' on the tail of the cello to finish my tuning, and then looked up.

...We got into it...

...https://youtu.be/Dc3iX7x73JY

...The 1st opened his eyes as I repeated the opening, and I briefly frowned, and glared at him as I played it...very well.  (I mean, I CAN read music...but...NOT 'NOUGH TO HURT MY PLAYING!!!).  We finished the 1st, and then got into the second movement.  In my mind, it is about dying.  The music is soft, and the 2nd cellist is the heartbeat, as the person reflects on the nice parts of Life...and birds are singing, very soothingly.  Then...at 25:27...the person RAGES about the challenging aspects of Life, the opportunities lost, the mistakes, the betrayals, and more...and NOT wanting to leave.   

...But then, Heaven comes in, and whispers..."You are well.  You served well, now it is time to rest for a little while, and then come on to what what you will be doing, next."

...The DAMN Germanic 1st Violinist was looking at me as we finished the second movement...and...

...He was SMILING...

[Izee]

...GODDAMN FUCKING LAWYERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   

...And, I was once one...but...I didn't pay my dues the past year...didn't want to...so I don't have the license anymore.  I just put JD..."Juris Doctor" after my name now.

...Biden is SUPPORTING giving EVERY ILLEGAL ALIEN who tries to enter our country $450,000 dollars!!!!!!     I read that the reason is, because the Trial Lawyers, have said that they will file a lawsuit to defend EVERY illegal INVADER the right to STAY IN OUR COUNTRY...AND GET ALL OF THE BENEFITS OF A CITIZEN.  They claim that it will just be cheaper to pay the illegal $450K than to defend a lawsuit. 

...Hells Bells...I would order EVERY Attorney General to defend each case, and put the God damn illegal attorney assholes through EVERYTHING that they could think of...Motion after Motion...and then a Trial.  And, when they LOST almost all of their cases...they would stop.  Making a threat is easy.  As a defense attorney, I had those Goddamn plaintiff attorneys tell me that they would make my life miserable by bringing a long lawsuit.  Well, they just slunk away, very quickly, as I said, "Bring it on, I have time on my calendar.  And this is why I went to Night Law School for four years."  Those Goddamn illegal alien attorneys threaten, saying, "I will get several million from you when I win, so pay something now."  In a settlement conference, I once slid a $50 bill to the opposing attorney, and said..."Take it...or leave it."  He should have taken it...I went after his client for my costs, $2,500,  when I won my case...and his client wasn't happy.  The jerk attorney paid me $1,000 to drop my case...his client was suing him for malpractice.

...GODDAMN ATTORNEYS!!!   We ALL SWORE to PROTECT AND DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES.  Last I read, it doesn't say that illegals could enter our country, and GET BENEFITS!!!  Up to $450,000 when they got caught!!!!

But, I also damn Democrats, who voted those Traitors in.  I guess that they want to see illegals overrun our Country, steal from our businesses, rape our women and young girls.  And, I know that that attitude is TRUE!!!   

I had a debate with a 'friend' who was a Liberal, and I was pointing out all of the things that Grey Davis was doing to destroy California.  Davis was impeached for what he was doing.  She supported him, and finally just yelled at me...

...I DON'T CARE IF CALIFORNIA GOES DOWN THE TUBES, AS LONG AS THE DEMOCRATS ARE IN CONTROL!!!!!

...So, that is what we are dealing with, mindless idiots who will just pull the lever for ANYONE who has a 'D' after their name, and not care what happens.

...And yes, I am a registered Republican, but I have voted for Dems and Independents in the past

...I did vote for THAT guy, a few years ago...because I was disgusted with the Dem and the Repub candidates.

[Izee]

...Touched by God...

...I read an article, a few days ago, I lost it and can't find it again, that said that a HUGE proportion of the American public have said that they were 'Touched by God."  I sat back, puzzled, I have never felt that, and only a few of the people in my Life claimed to have met, or been influenced by, something that they called 'God'.  I have been thinking about it, I am approaching the age where I will be described as 'Elderly'  in a few decades    But have never had such an experience.  But, as I pondered, I wondered what it would be like.  I do have the Hollywood Idea of what it would be like...I would be on my knees...in my bedroom...surrounded by light...and feeling a commanding voice in my head. 

I have never had ANYTHING approaching that. 

...But, in my Frosh year of HS, I was sitting LAST CHAIR in the second violin section...and deserved it...I didn't play the violin very well.  The Conductor looked around, there was only one cellist, and he asked..."Anyone want to play the cello?"  I sat, and thought, and a voice in my head did say, "Go ahead, volunteer."  So, I did, and sat by myself in a practice room during orchestra practice, and tried to teach myself to play the damn piece of lumber.  After two years...I still sucked...and sat last chair in a section of eight.  But, I loved music, and wanted to play, but was discouraged.  I listened to the voice in my head, and finally got my parents to pay for private lessons, and I focused my practice better.  I had just been sawing the bow back and forth, but had no idea of what I was doing

...Something told me to focus on music...and I did.  The Private Teacher taught me what I needed...and well...before the end of the year I was sitting 1st chair, and played better than the girl who had been taking lessons from the same teacher for five years.  I ended up with a scholarship to a University that had a Conservatory of Music...and...well...ended up as an Accountant and an Attorney.  I did well as both...made a lotta money...and a few of my cases made it into the books.  (And I MADE the IRS change a Regulation...I do have a problem with 'Respecting Authority')

...Looking back, I really believe that the voice that told me to change to the cello changed my life.  I mean, I was unhappy sitting last chair, 2nd violin...wasn't doing much, and had no plans for the future...but I then went on.  I worked on the cello...and I REALLY LOOKED AT LIFE!!!     When I looked at a new activity...martial arts...solo backpacking...flying sailplanes...running for political office...playing music...counseling youth groups...and many more...I just thought...

...Well, TRY IT OUT!!!!...

...And, I did...and have had many wonderful experiences.

...I am glad that I just didn't stay sitting last chair, 2nd violin...it would have impacted my entire life.  Had I done so, well now, I would probably still be a mousy woman sitting off to the side of an office, doing mundane tasks.  But, instead...well...I did a LOT.

...ONCE, The Police HAULED ME OUT OF A ROCK CONCERT (I had produced it in college) AND THREW ME INTO THE BACK OF A SQUAD CAR...I adjusted myself, I was holding a shoe box that had $30K in it...and I had EARNED IT for the University.  They were polite after that...they said that it would be best if it looked like I was being arrested...rather than being escorted while holding $30K.  That was a LOT of money back then...and we were not in a 'polite' area of town.  If certain types knew that I was carrying that much...they would have gunned down the Cops...and me...and grabbed the shoebox. 

...Oh, life is to be experienced, and challenged

[MageNathaniel1]

I agree, the government should fight tooth and nail, not just cave in and offer that much money to ilegals. You should have paid your dues and kept your license never know when it may come in handy besides you worked for it. I pay dues to 2 professional organizations and shall soon have dr in front of my name and a set of initials after. As for being touched by God, I have seen and experienced blessings, healings, and was given insight beyond my own many times so have no doubt of God's existence.

[Izee]

...I read your comment, Nate...and have been seriously thinking over what you said.  I mean, I need to do SOMETHING to plan for the rest of my life, and just sitting on my butt on the couch, eating chocolates...(And I can afford those expensive ones...although I do like to just sit back and chew on a Nestles 'Crunch' ) would not be much of a life.  St. Peter would GLARE at me, and ask, "Just what did you accomplish during the last 20 years of your life?"  And, I would look down, and respond...

..."I ate a case of Crunches in one day..."

...I would be sent to Purgatory...and probably be sentenced to MAKE THE DAMN THINGS...AND SEND THEM TO HELL!!!!!

...But, you are correct.  I think that I will pay my past dues, and get my Law License back to retired status.  And then, go ahead and take the continuing education classes that I will need to activate my Law and CPA licenses, and THEN...

...Sit on my butt and eat Crunches...

...I will also get back and active into life, and who knows what will come up? 

...I just may get the IRS to rewrite another regulation...and stare the Federal District Justices down again...

...I have a good 'Stare'...my mind is whirling...but my face and eyes are blank

[Izee]

...Being..."COOL"...

...There was a bass/baritone guy I hung with for a while in college.  We never had sex, I was very uptight at that time, but I would sit and with kiss with him, and let him play with my breasts.      I DIDN'T play with his 'privates'.     Anyway...

...We would listen to music together, and walk over the Campus and talk of many things.  His sense of humor was very close to mine, and, well...things happened when we were together.  Once, during a recital, ALL of the toilets flushed in the Hall, right when the performer had a dramatic pause.  (Not gonna explain how we did that... )  People were stifling laughter as the pianist started again. 

...But, we focused on being "Cool".  That meant something back then.  To us, it meant that we would lounge against a wall, wearing sunglasses, side by side...and not speak...and ignore everyone.  We would walk around, with our sunglasses on, look at people, and announce if they were cool...or not cool.  Once, a pianist screwed up a passage in a recital...we were sitting side by side in the audience, and we looked at each other, and he said..."Not cool."  I just agreed...the people sitting around us were holding back laughter.

...People learned to understand us.  Once, we were being Cool...standing side by side...and leaning against a wall...and a Frosh came up and tried to speak to us.  We just ignored him.  He was bewildered, and an upper classman took the Frosh aside, and said,

..."Don't bother them...they are being 'cool'."

...The kid looked at us, and then walked away.

...We just stayed being 'cool'

[MageNathaniel1]

Happy to hear on you renewing your license. Smiles.  I hope you can go toe to toe against the irs and win again that would be umm cool lol.  Standing around and being cool as sort of lost its luster in todays society it seems.