Anyway, whatever it was she thought or had in mind, I was going to find out with the remaining 12 packs and her 2 bottles of wine.As we continued our ...onversations and comtinued with alcohol intake, Josephine (not her real name) edged closer and closer and as the night wore on, I was uncomfortable with my own space or rather the lack of it. I felt a bit awkward at first and Josephine sensed it and hesitated with her movement and hand gestures. At last she stopped and we continued chatting until. .and I get a text message from her checking to make sure I still "loved her, missed her, really want to kiss her" I called her a dickhead for rubbing it in that I couldn't right then because she was with friends in the next town over. Well being the extremely hopeless romantic and gentleman I am, I told her I was coming to meet her for a quickie...she told me there was a gas station close to the house where we could meet. She called about 20 minutes later, and was floored that I was actually. I knew she would find an answer to the problem eventually.Thursday in my history class, we were discussing mining in the nineteenth century, and the differences in the lives of miners then and today. A section in our text included a picture of a miner with a canary in a cage. The canary would succumb much sooner to bad air, usually excessive carbon monoxide gas, than the men would, and so the birds were an early warning system for miners. This struck a chord, and when dad got home from work. I see even the teachers look at you, and there is a respect there that I would like to get someday. Now, I've been an idiot, but I think I want to start over. Let's go lasso the rhino boy and win the football game."I had to laugh at the smile on his face when he finished his sentence. "Rhino hunting season for the next two hours. Sounds good, but you get to do the skinning," I chuckled.Tristan soon joined in and we were still laughing when Coach Davis called out that it was time to return to.