What The Fuck Just Happened:
"How does he do it?...He's Grumpy, he's broke, he wears bad sweaters, he hangs out with the musical moron twins, so how does he get to go to bed with Marie DeSalle?"
ok so i didn't sleep with anyone, fact is my drought continues, but somehow someway, i hae apparently become the number one lover man in my postal district. this comes together because of two of the women on which i am currently engaged in the life struggle known as flurtation with have both sent very clear signs of intent. the first of these signs comes to us from my young co-worker (diana), two days ago we were working side by side for no real purpose other than she wanted to stand near me and i'm not one to object to the company of a perky young lady. we were chatting and she mentoned to me that she would like a pizza, a certain type of pizza from a place called Max Amia's. this resturaunt is said to be very good, from many sources who know a thing or two about pizza. anywho, that's when it happend. she said " we should go." i was forced to stop, just to besure she was not joking, you know how the kids are these days. yet her comment was not made lightly, she was honnestly wanted to get pizza with me, which i am told does classify as a date. i will repeat that: that does calssify as a DATE. i have found myself, for the third or fourth time, engageing a spoken for woman. well, caught off guard and with rock solid plans that night, i was unable to get pizza that night. but i did get a rain check for next week. she's a funny, inteligent, attractive woman who just happens to share nothing in common with me or my views on life. she's a Republican for pete sakes.
this brings us to the next item which happened to take place today. as i have mentioned, everyday i get home at four o'clock, i log online and start talking to my lovely waitress in london, Sara or Sarah i never got which one was right. so Sara and i talked today for an hour but then i was forced to leave her to take care of business. so about two hours later i was back and we talked again, but i had to leave again. so an hour later, i hopped back online for the third time today to find sara still on. he talked for a hour and a half. about what? you may ask, well mainly it centered on how i may or may not be a nice guy (me taking the position that i am not, and her beliving otherwise) then we got in to a halfassed rankfest followed by me falling in to her trap and spending time telling her how nice she always looks even in a hoodie and jeans (come on, is it not true that you can look hot in just a hoodie and a pair of jeans?) well the conversation went well and it will only be a few weeks until she is home (more like days) so we will have to see what happens. in the mean time, looks like i once again have more girls than i know what to do with, et for the first time i am not going to panic. i think i have the situation well in hand. in a quick side note: besure to check out SG Stormy, she's got some great pics.
"my love for you is like a truck, beserker.
would you like to make some fuck, beserker."
"How does he do it?...He's Grumpy, he's broke, he wears bad sweaters, he hangs out with the musical moron twins, so how does he get to go to bed with Marie DeSalle?"
ok so i didn't sleep with anyone, fact is my drought continues, but somehow someway, i hae apparently become the number one lover man in my postal district. this comes together because of two of the women on which i am currently engaged in the life struggle known as flurtation with have both sent very clear signs of intent. the first of these signs comes to us from my young co-worker (diana), two days ago we were working side by side for no real purpose other than she wanted to stand near me and i'm not one to object to the company of a perky young lady. we were chatting and she mentoned to me that she would like a pizza, a certain type of pizza from a place called Max Amia's. this resturaunt is said to be very good, from many sources who know a thing or two about pizza. anywho, that's when it happend. she said " we should go." i was forced to stop, just to besure she was not joking, you know how the kids are these days. yet her comment was not made lightly, she was honnestly wanted to get pizza with me, which i am told does classify as a date. i will repeat that: that does calssify as a DATE. i have found myself, for the third or fourth time, engageing a spoken for woman. well, caught off guard and with rock solid plans that night, i was unable to get pizza that night. but i did get a rain check for next week. she's a funny, inteligent, attractive woman who just happens to share nothing in common with me or my views on life. she's a Republican for pete sakes.
this brings us to the next item which happened to take place today. as i have mentioned, everyday i get home at four o'clock, i log online and start talking to my lovely waitress in london, Sara or Sarah i never got which one was right. so Sara and i talked today for an hour but then i was forced to leave her to take care of business. so about two hours later i was back and we talked again, but i had to leave again. so an hour later, i hopped back online for the third time today to find sara still on. he talked for a hour and a half. about what? you may ask, well mainly it centered on how i may or may not be a nice guy (me taking the position that i am not, and her beliving otherwise) then we got in to a halfassed rankfest followed by me falling in to her trap and spending time telling her how nice she always looks even in a hoodie and jeans (come on, is it not true that you can look hot in just a hoodie and a pair of jeans?) well the conversation went well and it will only be a few weeks until she is home (more like days) so we will have to see what happens. in the mean time, looks like i once again have more girls than i know what to do with, et for the first time i am not going to panic. i think i have the situation well in hand. in a quick side note: besure to check out SG Stormy, she's got some great pics.
"my love for you is like a truck, beserker.
would you like to make some fuck, beserker."
wow..how things change as they stay the same. who would have thunk it! i knew you had it in you kiddo. hate to tell you that there is nothing wrong with being a nice guy it's just when that's there excuse when they dump you for the angry bastard that treats them like shit...not that i've gotten that too many fuck times. thank god i don't have to worry about it anymore.
and make sure you tell sarah that you would look excellent in just the hoodie and nothing else. especially if the hood was cut off.....think flashdance. now that's what i call pipe-fitting!
i can't breath, but i can fly and kill....