Truly Oblivious

Oblivious Guy is truly oblivious. Ever since he met Young Guy he has been up my ass; calling all the time, trying to get me to go out with him, blah blah. Give up, get out of there, and leave me alone. This is especially funny since I told him I was busy all weekend. Was he not paying attention? Or did he hear everything and just not care? Sigh...

Busy

It's going to be a busy weekend. More to come...

I will stop salsa classes soon. That clears up some time, but I am sure I will fill it with something.

Texted with Felix this week. Nothing set up yet. What's with his feet dragging? Really, seems like all SF boys are the same. Passive.

High Maintenance

I have been told I am high maintenance...no no, not in the traditional sense. I don't take 4 hours to get ready and wear shoes I can't walk in. However, I hear I am into severe mind f*cking...could these folks be right?

Haha

Oblivious Guy has been calling me a lot. I don't think I have picked up 1x in 3 days; he called about 13x.

Oblivious Guy met Young Guy today at the apt. LOL. I was just chilling with Young Guy and Oblivious Guy appeared. He would not stop talking even though we were not involving him in the conversation. He also asked intrusive questions like, "Where have you been?" Come on, make it more obvious you are into me why don't you?

Neither of these guys have a chance. Maybe their running into each other has solidified this in their minds? I hope so...

No Pots and Pans

All guys I meet think they are great cooks. So, I am supposed to drop my pants from hearing this? Right. The ability to cook ranks pretty low on my list of desirable characteristics. I don't think it even makes the list. Let's say a guy is on the brink of being dismissed. Cooking me a tasty meal is not going to persuade me to keep him.

Boys, put away your pots and pans.

If I hear a guy has a personal chef, well, this is much more interesting. LOL

Memorable

Apparently I am memorable, but is this really a good thing?

A dorky guy approached me at a bar.
Guy: I think you were at ---- a couple of Fridays ago. You know, at that event.
Me: Yeah, I was there. Sorry, I don't remember you. Did we meet?
Guy: Oh, we didn't meet, but I recognized you. I saw you walk by.
Me: Oh okay. I gotta go find my friends. (Awkward? Haha).

Rocketman remembered meeting me, but didn't remember Vicki or Jenna even though he spent much more time talking to them at the event back in March. Rocketman was able to spot me in class without my bar / streetwalker makeup on.

Aquaguppy remembered me after drinking for 14 hours.

Skater Guy remembered me after six months had gone by.

Patent Attorney remembered me every freaking time I ran into him.

Cut

That's it. A dude from class must go. When I first met him, I was totally convinced he was gay. He would probably do better in life if he was. 5'3", skinny fat, 50+ years old, unemployed, bad breath, can't dress, loser, etc. Essentially, nothing going for him. He always asks the ladies how their weekend was, what they have planned, how they are doing, and more... He acts like a nice guy, but in reality, not so much. As I got to know him better, his questions became more intrusive and attitude more negative.

I feel like he is one of those people who wishes bad things happen to people he knows because he wants them to be as miserable as he is. I don't need a jinx! I should feel sorry for him, but I can't. He thinks he has a chance with me and the other young ladies in class. Delusional! I'd rather die.

CUT!! I don't acknowledge him when he speaks to me. I don't think he gets it.