I've mentioned before the big technical problems induced post hiatus that I got the number of the guy that might as well have a "For Candice" sign around his neck. Did I call him? No. I was busy...doing shit, man, sleeping and stuff. Life was hectic last week. Now, of course, I know if the situation was reversed and I gave a guy my number and he didn't call after a week, I'd be totally heated. Oh wait, what am I saying? I probably wouldn't care at all. I've had them call me and never called back. Is there really any curiosity about why I'm single? The middle S is for Sabotage.
Calling me out of the blue Saturday night was Farmer. Ho hum. At least last week, I smiled like a maniac for a good 10 minutes after speaking to him. This time, I was just whatever. I'm so fickle. It really is a shame.
The mystery of the world has to be though, the guy who when I said I'm not a touchy person accepted that, but thought it was okay to try and shove his tongue down my throat. Does not compute, right? Or am I the crazy one in that episode?
Posted by Candicissima at February 9, 2004 01:43 AM