What is the purpose of this blog? Is it to document my journey finding the right woman? Is it my stuggle on moving to Chicago? Is it a spot to write all my musings and bullshit? Not real sure anymore.

My father came up to see me yesterday. I spent ten years in Boston and he never made the effort once but two months in Chicago and he's there. Even casually mentioning visiting Boston made him cringe, what's that about?

We never really had much in common and as adults I find we both struggle to make the other more comfortable and maybe find a middle ground on interests. He's gotten more political but I fear most of his current political beliefs stem from propaganda and soundbites. I made an effort not to get too deep into that but he had two mini tirades against Muslims and I admit I prodded his feelings about illegal aliens, groups that he is not fond of at all. I've noticed I've become less tolerant about people as well, but if I think about people negatively I try to have a good reason why. If I couldn't give a good reason when asked then I consider it a personal failing and I work to change my views.
He has gotten crankier about things, though I attribute that more to being alone and not having my mom around to keep him in check. He's lonely and I think he's not happy with the way things have turned out. I don't want to end up like that.
It was a pleasant visit and, other than the awkwardness we both felt, it went well.

Last night he wanted to find a neighborhood bar to grab a couple of beers. I didn't know any in this area but we ended up going to the Village Tap. When he was on his last beer KT came in. I did my best to look unconspicuous and I'm pretty sure she didn't see me.
We almost walked into each other at one point and as soon as I could, I left with my dad. I don't know why I got so rattled, I hate that I feel that way about her. All I know is I wouldn't have been happy, we are too different and would have ended up at each other's throats and she is too spoiled for me to get along with. I don't miss her, I like the idea of what we had, which is all it was- just an idea.