Sunday, December 14, 2014
This is what happens when I try to share my talents with some one who I've been hanging onto as a platonic friend for a while in hopes he will help me get a cool job at the creative place he works at. Creative, indeed. So much for that job possibility. I should have known this would never pan out when he couldn't look look me in the eye the couple of times we met the first year I knew him. He learned later on where my eyes were, as well as the eyes of many other women I knew, but he is in his thirtysomethings, didn't he know better?
Monday, December 8, 2014
But seriously, can someone decide to be romantic enough to win me over? Treat me like a queen? Not complain when I play accordion too much? Play music all day, and drink all night?
Most hot women you see my age need some relief for this deep hankering. Maybe our apparent hotness just comes from keeping it all bottled up inside, waiting for the perfect burrito to splash our hot sauce all over. If we don't find that big, hot burrito, what's gonna happen to your hot sauce gals?
You had a bottle of hot sauce around for two long? You know what happens.
I hope that doesn't happen to me. Where's that burrito?