Escape Myself
Ugh, I hate livejournal for changing and trying to be all hip. I feel like one of those stubborn old ladies that don't like change. Actually, that pretty much sums me up. I have to go and figure out if I can change it back to the old layout.
Anyway I was going to update and talk about Frank. I don't think I ever wrote about him here, but I know I have told most of you guys about him.
Frank is this guy that does security at my job. At my job, we have employee parking, which is actually inside the airport area. We drive through some gates and stuff and swipe our badges to get inside of the bus stop. Franks job is to sit at the door where we come out of when we go to work, and go into in the morning. He only works in the morning so that's the only time I see him. His job is to sit at this little podium and look at our badges to make sure that they aren't expired. I'll bet there is more exciting stuff that he does, but that's all I see him doing. I'd say I'm nice to everyone, especially everyone that we work with because who wants someone to be mean to them at work? We used to have pretty friendly chats every morning which pretty much so consisted of me going "I am sooooo tired." Well one day as I was going through the door he says: "Tomorrow I will give you my phone number, we will go out sometime."
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Frank is very nice, don't get me wrong, but he's about 40, and he looks like one of the guys in the Beastie Boys Sabotage video. I thought maybe I heard him wrong, but just in case, I made sure I walked up to the door with someone else the next morning. Sure enough he slipped me his phone number as I was sneaking through the door.
I usually get pretty weirded out in situations like that and never know what to do, so I started walking down the the B terminal, sliding my badge through there, and walking the mile or so to the bus stop. It's horrible of me I know, the avoidy game isn't very nice of me, but I was afraid to give him the wrong idea.
I got pretty tired of being all avoidy, so I started going back through the regular doors last week. I've seen him just about everyday and he's been very nice to me as always, and hasn't said anything about me not calling him.
Coincidentally, my fathers name is Frank. I'm sorry, perhaps it's shallow of me but I can't date a man with the same name as my father. I was thinking about this fact this morning, and I started to think how it's funny that I'm attracted to men who are so physically different from my father (which is a good thing I'm sure!) typically I'm attracted to really tall men with darkish hair which couldn't be more different from my father. On the other hand, most of the men I date seem to be all emotionally unavailable, which is where I guess my daddy issues come in. :P
Do other women think about these kinds of things, or am I some kind of freak?
Anyway I was going to update and talk about Frank. I don't think I ever wrote about him here, but I know I have told most of you guys about him.
Frank is this guy that does security at my job. At my job, we have employee parking, which is actually inside the airport area. We drive through some gates and stuff and swipe our badges to get inside of the bus stop. Franks job is to sit at the door where we come out of when we go to work, and go into in the morning. He only works in the morning so that's the only time I see him. His job is to sit at this little podium and look at our badges to make sure that they aren't expired. I'll bet there is more exciting stuff that he does, but that's all I see him doing. I'd say I'm nice to everyone, especially everyone that we work with because who wants someone to be mean to them at work? We used to have pretty friendly chats every morning which pretty much so consisted of me going "I am sooooo tired." Well one day as I was going through the door he says: "Tomorrow I will give you my phone number, we will go out sometime."
....
Frank is very nice, don't get me wrong, but he's about 40, and he looks like one of the guys in the Beastie Boys Sabotage video. I thought maybe I heard him wrong, but just in case, I made sure I walked up to the door with someone else the next morning. Sure enough he slipped me his phone number as I was sneaking through the door.
I usually get pretty weirded out in situations like that and never know what to do, so I started walking down the the B terminal, sliding my badge through there, and walking the mile or so to the bus stop. It's horrible of me I know, the avoidy game isn't very nice of me, but I was afraid to give him the wrong idea.
I got pretty tired of being all avoidy, so I started going back through the regular doors last week. I've seen him just about everyday and he's been very nice to me as always, and hasn't said anything about me not calling him.
Coincidentally, my fathers name is Frank. I'm sorry, perhaps it's shallow of me but I can't date a man with the same name as my father. I was thinking about this fact this morning, and I started to think how it's funny that I'm attracted to men who are so physically different from my father (which is a good thing I'm sure!) typically I'm attracted to really tall men with darkish hair which couldn't be more different from my father. On the other hand, most of the men I date seem to be all emotionally unavailable, which is where I guess my daddy issues come in. :P
Do other women think about these kinds of things, or am I some kind of freak?