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my teacher for this child development course i'm taking told me today that i write beautifully. it absolutely made my day to hear someone appreciate my work. now that i think about it, this entire weekend has been full of flattery, some unwanted, but nonetheless flattering. it makes me wonder what i've been doing differently.
nancy came to visit and we went to chili's to stalk my future husband and even he was smiley this weekend. mind you, he has yet to be my waiter. i've decided that i am eternally cursed and he will never wait my table. he was the first person we saw when we walked in and he looked like he was about to grab menus for us, but instead some other lady came over and took us away. instead of having him earn his pay by waiting my table, some other chick took over. then of course we see him waiting the table a foot away from us. assholes. i'm convinced he knows i'm stalking him and has thus decided to keep his distance. perhaps i'll phone in a request to have them wear name tags.
it's obvious i'm not normal and unless you're john cusack playing the role of a love struck teenager eating at chili's to admire a waiter from afar is not cute, and let alone helpful in my quest to lose weight.
at least with a name i could stalk him properly without having to spend any money. the only good thing about the whole experience is that he made himself available to my eyes by standing around since there was nothing to do. i don't think i've ever had such an expensive crush.
i am utterly hopeless when it comes to matters of the heart.
perhaps i'll go back to barnes & noble and listen to the guy tell me how cool my last name is. he should see it with an accent.
nancy came to visit and we went to chili's to stalk my future husband and even he was smiley this weekend. mind you, he has yet to be my waiter. i've decided that i am eternally cursed and he will never wait my table. he was the first person we saw when we walked in and he looked like he was about to grab menus for us, but instead some other lady came over and took us away. instead of having him earn his pay by waiting my table, some other chick took over. then of course we see him waiting the table a foot away from us. assholes. i'm convinced he knows i'm stalking him and has thus decided to keep his distance. perhaps i'll phone in a request to have them wear name tags.
it's obvious i'm not normal and unless you're john cusack playing the role of a love struck teenager eating at chili's to admire a waiter from afar is not cute, and let alone helpful in my quest to lose weight.
at least with a name i could stalk him properly without having to spend any money. the only good thing about the whole experience is that he made himself available to my eyes by standing around since there was nothing to do. i don't think i've ever had such an expensive crush.
i am utterly hopeless when it comes to matters of the heart.
perhaps i'll go back to barnes & noble and listen to the guy tell me how cool my last name is. he should see it with an accent.