it's been a while since we've had a good laugh
I was going to post some stuff that made me stop and think of my last relationship and how badly it ended (see this week's Mad Men for exhibit A), but then I realized that I don't need to be reminded anymore. That's progress.
I'm still a complete doofus when it comes to talking to anybody new. I have absolutely no game, and it's embarrassing. I get so flustered when I see that hot barista that I don't make any sense. Random acts of flirting with people at other places aren't really a problem. For some reason, I seem to have that one guy on a pedestal. Charlie from "Always Sunny" had the same problem in season 1. Except he kept trying to score a date and got shot down. It's not like I'm a gargoyle or anything. I'm worried about the whole gimpy thing. It's not exactly something I can brush off most of the time, and I'm not looking forward to having to share that with someone. It's not like it happens all the time, but with my luck, it'll happen right when I don't want it to.
Maybe this is my mind telling me I'm not ready to date yet? Or that it's just going to be really hard the first time around. Too bad I can't just take advice from the guys in "The 40 Year Old Virgin" and "bang out a couple of hood rats so you'll be ready when the right one comes along." I quote that movie more often than one would think.
Socks are coming along. I'm finally at the heel increases after what seemed like forever. I had to rip some of it out because I screwed up, but it's looking more like a sock. All that stockinette is mind-numbing after a while. Curse me and my giant hooves!
Legal Aid interview today. Wish me luck!
I'm still a complete doofus when it comes to talking to anybody new. I have absolutely no game, and it's embarrassing. I get so flustered when I see that hot barista that I don't make any sense. Random acts of flirting with people at other places aren't really a problem. For some reason, I seem to have that one guy on a pedestal. Charlie from "Always Sunny" had the same problem in season 1. Except he kept trying to score a date and got shot down. It's not like I'm a gargoyle or anything. I'm worried about the whole gimpy thing. It's not exactly something I can brush off most of the time, and I'm not looking forward to having to share that with someone. It's not like it happens all the time, but with my luck, it'll happen right when I don't want it to.
Maybe this is my mind telling me I'm not ready to date yet? Or that it's just going to be really hard the first time around. Too bad I can't just take advice from the guys in "The 40 Year Old Virgin" and "bang out a couple of hood rats so you'll be ready when the right one comes along." I quote that movie more often than one would think.
Socks are coming along. I'm finally at the heel increases after what seemed like forever. I had to rip some of it out because I screwed up, but it's looking more like a sock. All that stockinette is mind-numbing after a while. Curse me and my giant hooves!
Legal Aid interview today. Wish me luck!