Ted's first flight

Aside from the plethora of super girls popping out of the woodwork and making their way online, there isn’t a whole lot happening in my life these days.  Actually, I got to tell you, there rarely is.  For the sake of simplicity, I’m going to tell you the two biggest things that have happened to me.  Promise not to laugh.

One is Ted.  If you remember way back when when I first told you about him, I said I thought he was different.  Well, I was right.  The guy knocked my socks off Saturday night when he like completely ignored all the freaky stuff about me and took me out to a movie.  I’d never really heard much about Jonny Cash before, but let me tell you, now I think I may just become a seriously major fan.  Honestly, I’m thinking I may start trying out black as a uniform.  Leather, lycra, something like that, but how cool would it be to walk into a nest of bad guys wearing dark shades, a black leather jacket and just kick butt?  The movie was cool, honest, and Reese Witherspoon is always like a favorite of mine.  I’m not even going to mention the guy by name.  He needs no introduction and if I start going down that road, well, its definitely not going to end up a coherent post.  

Anyways, after the movie, we grabbed a burger and talked, like really talked about things, like for a long time.   I don’t know if Ted gets me, but I do think that he’s got to be like the closest any guy could ever come to doing it.  I told Ted about lots of stuff, stuff that, well, I haven’t really told any guys about much.  He freaked about a bit about me playing rape bait out in the park at night, and I didn’t go into some of the more unsavory details, but he did listen, and I think he was trying to understand why I do it.   He suggested I take him along, which I’m still chewing on.  Not sure that’s a good idea, on account of his safety, and, um, well, I’m not all that sure how I feel about mixing parts of my like that.

Afterwards, though, I did agree to take him for a little flight, and that was pretty cool, I think.  I know he got scared, even though I flew pretty slow and made real sure to keep a good hold on him.  We did a quick fly around town, and I dropped him off at his car, promising that I’d think about taking him with me sometime.  Just not sure I want to do that, but it was pretty clear he wanted to “see me in action.”  

I followed him home, just to make sure he got there, and headed off towards the park, mostly to think, rather than actually looking for trouble.  And boy was I glad I did.  The place was crawling with patrol cars and I dropped down next to one and snuck up close enough to hear the conversation between the officers inside.

No doubt about it.  They were looking for me.  A little blonde vigilante who was beating the daylights out of the local nasties.  That bugs me, but what am I going to do about it?  Hell, what exactly do they plan to do about it.  Its not like they could hurt me or take me in, unless I let them, but all the same, I think maybe I’m done with hunting rapists and muggers in the park.   If they’re looking for me this badly, they might have sketches and stuff, and … well, I got a family to worry about.