I'm at work, doing my thing, restocking or what have you and my phone hollas at me.
mathew27 is in Queen Anne, right now! He wants to meet up with you!
It even does the little italics, to give you a sense of i
This thought results in me looking over my shoulder so much I must seem epileptic to the people walking next to me. I can't help it; I must assume the worst. He's totally following me and smelling my hair.
In a perfect world, those of us that have grown some cojones would click "Yes, let's meet up!" And go on a fantastic and spontaneous date and everything would be hunky dory. But instead I'm a little bit nervous about this random meet up action, and can't bring myself to do it. That seems like a trap. I need to do a little research before heading out with these guys from the internet, CALL ME CRAZY.
It also may have to do with the fact that I work until 10:30 PM and then have to catch the 11:40 boat in West Seattle. It doesn't leave a lot of time for fantastical dates.
On Saturday I sat at the bar in Pagliacci's and devoured two slices of pizzas. Yeah weekend, woo!
It was delicious, I regret nothing.
Last night was kind of the employee weekend, and everyone went out for karaoke. Then I watched all the guys from work hit on different women in the bar! It was great. I drank about three whiskey sours, then I went home.
I think I need to work on seeming more available, but I don't know what that means. Less smart? Can anyone tell me? Seriously guys, if you know me, can you give me a break down of how I seemed the first time you meant me?
Needlessly bitchy?
Repellent?
Been a cold, dry summer my friends.
I just don't understand how you could resist this. Also,
this is my Hermione face. They made her all pretty in the
movies and I was like, hell no. She is a crazy face. Stick
to the book man!
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