When I took the job of the Advertising Manager at The Signpost, I swore to myself I was not going to work on Saturday's. Well, it does not take long to figure that one out if you know about student organizations. You sell your soul for the simple purpose of putting it on your post-college resume.
LifeOnAPl8 called and asked if I would do a shoot for him. Being the sucker I am, and my love for newspaper photography, I said yes. But I think I said yes for the content of the conference. It was a wome's conference and LifeOnAPl8 would be the only male present. It was great to walk in the door with him and observe the looks he got. I think the women wondered if we had wandered into the wrong room.
On top of it all, these were no ordinary women. They all held a master's degree or Ph.D. and worked at the university level. For me it was great to see these women who had educated themselves in spite of whatever circumstance they had.
I thought about this as I had a conversation with a person I will call "M". His thought process intrigues me. He told me he wants to find a girl who is smarter than him. I think I sat at the keyboard and read and re-read what he wrote. It was an interesting statement to me. I thought about how many boys would have been intimidated to be in a room full of these women.
"M" and I also talked about how girls are vindictive. They do things to accomplish a purpose and then have high expectations. For some girls it works and the purpose is met (ultimatly marriage). Now, to many it may seem like I am a cynical person who cannot keep a boy. Not true. If the opportunity came along, I would take it.
On Saturday night I went to see this band called Shakey Trade. Totally awesome, recommended for anyone within earshot. LifeOnAPl8 retrieved my camera from the car and I took some shots. It is the first time I have shot a band in a long time. 
I think fate is an evil game player. A person I would have given up everything for has come back into my life. The twist? He is married with a child. Years ago he disappeared from my life and I wondered what had gone wrong. Through a strange series of events, we have come into contact again.
One night we talked for more than an hour. I asked him why he disappeared and told him I would have done anything if we could have been together. It is hard to see him and not wonder what might have been. Fate is an evil game player.
Looking forward to a weekend in California.
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