Heh.
So I'm in the elevator, after talking with a long-distance bud on the phone during a necessary break, and IN WALKS ANOTHER MR. WRONG. Weeeeeeeeeeee!
He's a transfer from California, totally hot, totally sweet, and TOTALLY WANTS MY PHONE NUMBERS. He's a little taller than my normal preference, but he's got that whole Clark-Kent-Nerd-Thing going on that we know I love, dresses really nice, keeps his shoes neat (one of those telling things about a man), and complimented my suit *preens*. In-deed. :> Nothing like a nice little elevator flirtation to keep your motor running after the careless whispers of a fraudulent situation, eh?
Okkkkkkkkay. Should I? Shouldn't I?
GAWD, I HATE THESE DECISIONS. I told him I'd mail him (yes, we have each other's work mail addies). Hmm. Grrr.
What I /refuse/ to do is waste ONE. MORE. SECOND. feeling stupid/sad/ridiculous/pointless about what's his name.
What is his name?
Yeah. Superficial. I'll take that label, and raise ya 50.
*snorts*
So I'm in the elevator, after talking with a long-distance bud on the phone during a necessary break, and IN WALKS ANOTHER MR. WRONG. Weeeeeeeeeeee!
He's a transfer from California, totally hot, totally sweet, and TOTALLY WANTS MY PHONE NUMBERS. He's a little taller than my normal preference, but he's got that whole Clark-Kent-Nerd-Thing going on that we know I love, dresses really nice, keeps his shoes neat (one of those telling things about a man), and complimented my suit *preens*. In-deed. :> Nothing like a nice little elevator flirtation to keep your motor running after the careless whispers of a fraudulent situation, eh?
Okkkkkkkkay. Should I? Shouldn't I?
GAWD, I HATE THESE DECISIONS. I told him I'd mail him (yes, we have each other's work mail addies). Hmm. Grrr.
What I /refuse/ to do is waste ONE. MORE. SECOND. feeling stupid/sad/ridiculous/pointless about what's his name.
What is his name?
Yeah. Superficial. I'll take that label, and raise ya 50.
*snorts*
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OH NO WAIT! Did I say to slap me halfway across the continent?
START SLAPPPPPPPPPPPING!
No wait...he's cuteeeeeeeee *whines* I want him for me :D
Umm...hook a sister up!!! I'm sure your buddy has decent friends, or you know, maybe you run into a better 'garden variety' than /I/ do at work. Think about it -- the guys I "date" I either work with or meet in the STRANGEST ways.
SAVE MOIIIIIIIII.
No, no, don't. I'm better off single!
But every time I say that, someone NEW COMES ALONG and then, I'm going through the saaaaaaaaame crap.
Gosh IS IT ME? HAHAHAHAH.
*cough*
That's not funny. Resist the urge to laugh along :P
It happens to all of us, believe me. :D
And that is tonight's mission :> Jeshhhhhh. :)
Just wait!! Imma gitcha when yer not lookin' >:>
and here is one following you on your doorstep:)
I'M AN IDIOOTTTTTTT.