Is it ever going to get any easier to start at the beginning?
This is a rushjob at starting at the beginning.
Girl at work, Lisa. Likes me a little too much. Not my type, too dumb, but super sweet and friendly. Gorgeous. Shaped just right; looks like she's gonna shake herself apart when she walks. Too much; too young.
Older sister. Works with me far less often. Last time we worked together we talked for the first time. Seems everyone but me has a crush on her. We got along great. She felt that it was necessary for me to sit next to her. Not my type; too dumb.
Jesus Christ do I have to start at the beginning again?
I have an antichrist-caliber sense of smell. I love photons and what they can do for my eyes in the way of gaining information, and I'm thankful for my 20/4 vision, but smell is probably my dominant sense. I found it shocking to learn that it is unusual to walk into your home, take a deep whiff, and know not only who is home right now but who else has been there all day. As a consequence, I recognize people by smell more readily than I do by facial-recognition. Please God let that be the beginning.
So I already told you about the girl at Jim's who likes me but I'm not so much into. The other night I was there and I was waiting to order, and this dude (local club owner I recognized) was there with these two coked-up barsluts. I ignored them of course, except the one lady stood kind of uncomfortably close to me and kept bumping me. I kept ignoring her, except something was really bugging me. I didn't want to look at her. I wanted food, not attention.
"This person smells just like someone I know! Who is that? No...no...I suppose it's possible for two people to smell exactly alike, but how weird...not her...nope...Wait! Is that..?"
And I turned to look at her just as she looked my way.
It's Older Sister! (pretty sure her name is Sarah)
I faced her and said "Hey!"
Well, needless to say, with the help of the drugs, she was absolutely thrilled to see me. Yeah, I live nearby. Sure, the rest of the night is gonna be awesome. Uh huh, the onion rings here rock. Yup, can't wait to see you again either. No, you don't need to be feeling me up so much.
It's probably terribly awful, what with the self-esteem problems the kids have these days, but I was relieved to get felt up by whom most would consider a hot girl directly in view of the girl who's attracted to me but isn't quite just right for me.
Unintentional defense. An interception, even.
And then today kind lady offers me the phone number. I don't have a phone; I couldn't call you if I wanted to. But that's not why I didn't take it, officially. Oh, I'll be working during those hours.
I'd love to be better at giving a hint.
Girl at work, Lisa. Likes me a little too much. Not my type, too dumb, but super sweet and friendly. Gorgeous. Shaped just right; looks like she's gonna shake herself apart when she walks. Too much; too young.
Older sister. Works with me far less often. Last time we worked together we talked for the first time. Seems everyone but me has a crush on her. We got along great. She felt that it was necessary for me to sit next to her. Not my type; too dumb.
Jesus Christ do I have to start at the beginning again?
I have an antichrist-caliber sense of smell. I love photons and what they can do for my eyes in the way of gaining information, and I'm thankful for my 20/4 vision, but smell is probably my dominant sense. I found it shocking to learn that it is unusual to walk into your home, take a deep whiff, and know not only who is home right now but who else has been there all day. As a consequence, I recognize people by smell more readily than I do by facial-recognition. Please God let that be the beginning.
So I already told you about the girl at Jim's who likes me but I'm not so much into. The other night I was there and I was waiting to order, and this dude (local club owner I recognized) was there with these two coked-up barsluts. I ignored them of course, except the one lady stood kind of uncomfortably close to me and kept bumping me. I kept ignoring her, except something was really bugging me. I didn't want to look at her. I wanted food, not attention.
"This person smells just like someone I know! Who is that? No...no...I suppose it's possible for two people to smell exactly alike, but how weird...not her...nope...Wait! Is that..?"
And I turned to look at her just as she looked my way.
It's Older Sister! (pretty sure her name is Sarah)
I faced her and said "Hey!"
Well, needless to say, with the help of the drugs, she was absolutely thrilled to see me. Yeah, I live nearby. Sure, the rest of the night is gonna be awesome. Uh huh, the onion rings here rock. Yup, can't wait to see you again either. No, you don't need to be feeling me up so much.
It's probably terribly awful, what with the self-esteem problems the kids have these days, but I was relieved to get felt up by whom most would consider a hot girl directly in view of the girl who's attracted to me but isn't quite just right for me.
Unintentional defense. An interception, even.
And then today kind lady offers me the phone number. I don't have a phone; I couldn't call you if I wanted to. But that's not why I didn't take it, officially. Oh, I'll be working during those hours.
I'd love to be better at giving a hint.