Found on Craig's List.
"You're the cute guy with the big brown eyes that works at [the coffee shop].
You frequently wear headbands, and you've got a show-stopping smile that has stopped me in my tracks more than once.
I'd really like to talk with you sometime if you see this."
Sweet. I have no idea who this is mind you. Am I going to respond? Definitely not. Am I flattered? Maybe.
Anyway, last night was night of the living exes again. Five of them. I thought six but for the life of me can't come up with the last one. I saw MIKE (that was uncomfortable). He was dancing with an unattractive man. I went with Postman (bad idea but I had fun). Kempf came out to dance a lot. I had a blast with her. Mind you I know she reads my blog. But I had a great time hanging out with her this week. I miss you Kempf. I want you near me all the time. I want you as my wingman. Not Spicy Wing Man or whatever that stupid commercial is.
Going out last night was a semi-bad idea. I only got about three hours of sleep. My entire sleep schedule is off. Things are crazy everywhere. I'm going out again tonight though. Looking forward to it. I have so much to do in every area of my life and still just want to go out. I'm a bad boy on the prowl. No one seems to be hitting on me though. I've been trying to lose the five pounds that I put on since MIKE and I started to date. Gotta lose that relationship weight. Single boys can't look like I do. I thought I looked pretty hot last night but no one seemed to notice except girls. Maybe I was putting out a straight vibe which is hard considering the amount of gay I felt I was exuding.
What is my deal? I'm not in control. I need to be in control again. I need a day off bad. I need a haircut because everyone says my hair is perfect right now (except one person who is pissing me off). When everyone says my hair is perfect that means in one week it will be too long. This is a proven theory. I should probably stop smoking and go back to finish off my sixteen hour day. Awesome.
Love ya.