I am a huge chicken! Plain and simple! C-H-I-C-K-E-N!!! Why am I a chicken? Well because there is this guy. He's cute. Okay...he's REALLY cute! I am and have always been completely oblivious to the fact that a guy is hitting on me but after telling my mom about some of our conversations, she pointed out that he was flirting with me. I kind of get flustered around him. I think I keep my cool though. I can carry on a conversation with him and laugh and be fine except say the things that I really want to say.
I have this birthday party to go to this Saturday for one of my mom's friends and she told me that I need to bring a date. I just moved up here and don't really know anyone and don't really have time to meet anyone...and the pickings seem to be pretty slim up here anyway. LOL!
So I've been trying to build up the courage to find a round about way to find out if he has a girlfriend or if he's single and then slip in there that I need a date if he is single. I'm kind of hoping that I see him on Wednesday and that he asks me about my day and I'll tell him about how "great" of a week I've had...starting with the most awkward 28 minutes I spent with my ex boyfriend today getting my stuff from him and leading into the whole needing a date thing and I'll ask him if he knows anyone cute and single that might want to go...hopefully he'll say he's free!
One can only hope for things to go that smoothly right? I have a whole other guy dilemma but I am too exhausted to even think anymore tonight so I'll have to save it for tomorrow. I just really wish I had the nerve to say what I want to say. Although in the brief talks that we have had, he's mentioned that his cat and dog are like his personal alarm clocks and never mentioned a girlfriend so here's fingers crossed that he's single...
Hopefully I'll have some good news regarding this matter here in a couple of days! Until next time!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Reason #268
Did I get your attention with the title? I thought I might. Reason #268? 268 for what? What could this woman possibly have 268 reasons for one thing for? Well I may not actually have 268 reasons but it feels like that some times! Okay...I have kept you waiting long enough.
Reason #268...WHY I HATE LITTLE ANKLE-BITER DOGS!!!
Last week I was at work. It was supposed to be like 65 degrees and it ended up being like almost 80 degrees. Needless to say I was already miserable because it was hot and I was in jeans AND a long sleeve shirt was on under my t-shirt. I get a call over the hand held radio that there are two little dogs running around and asked if I could try and track them down and find their owner. I see both dogs. One is black and one is white. The black one was farther away and as I started walking towards the white one, I noticed a black car pull up and the black dog jumped in.
I got closer to the white dog and started to call it and when I got a few feet away from it, I crouched down and held my hand out and the little shit looked at my hand, showed it's teeth (like it thought it was 10 times the size it actually was) and then started to run. I walked over to it again and did the same thing but this time the damn dog BOLTED!
I ran after that damn dog all over the airfield, winding in and out of the hangers. I finally got to a point where I was close to the black car that had picked up the other dog and I started to walk quickly to find it. I finally found the car and when I walked up to it, both dogs were barking at me. I talked to the owner for a few minutes and told him that I wanted to make sure he had found both of his dogs and he apologized that they got out and said that "the little devils just got out and took off."
All I could think about was that I had just RAN all over the airfield chasing after his damn dog IN JEANS and blown out tennis shoes and a long sleeve shirt and all he could say was that the little DEVILS just got away? Seriously?!?
I hobble back to the line shack. I swear it took me like 15 minutes to walk back because I was sweaty from running, my knee was hurting because the day before I smashed it, I had a HUGE cramp in my side AND I had a wedgie! "The little devils just got away..." my ASS!
So that is Reason #268 why I hate little dogs! Until next time!
Reason #268...WHY I HATE LITTLE ANKLE-BITER DOGS!!!
Last week I was at work. It was supposed to be like 65 degrees and it ended up being like almost 80 degrees. Needless to say I was already miserable because it was hot and I was in jeans AND a long sleeve shirt was on under my t-shirt. I get a call over the hand held radio that there are two little dogs running around and asked if I could try and track them down and find their owner. I see both dogs. One is black and one is white. The black one was farther away and as I started walking towards the white one, I noticed a black car pull up and the black dog jumped in.
I got closer to the white dog and started to call it and when I got a few feet away from it, I crouched down and held my hand out and the little shit looked at my hand, showed it's teeth (like it thought it was 10 times the size it actually was) and then started to run. I walked over to it again and did the same thing but this time the damn dog BOLTED!
I ran after that damn dog all over the airfield, winding in and out of the hangers. I finally got to a point where I was close to the black car that had picked up the other dog and I started to walk quickly to find it. I finally found the car and when I walked up to it, both dogs were barking at me. I talked to the owner for a few minutes and told him that I wanted to make sure he had found both of his dogs and he apologized that they got out and said that "the little devils just got out and took off."
All I could think about was that I had just RAN all over the airfield chasing after his damn dog IN JEANS and blown out tennis shoes and a long sleeve shirt and all he could say was that the little DEVILS just got away? Seriously?!?
I hobble back to the line shack. I swear it took me like 15 minutes to walk back because I was sweaty from running, my knee was hurting because the day before I smashed it, I had a HUGE cramp in my side AND I had a wedgie! "The little devils just got away..." my ASS!
So that is Reason #268 why I hate little dogs! Until next time!
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