Flez just called. I am not quite sure why. I am also not certain as to which part of "don't fucking call here again" he does not comprehend.
Anyways, here is yet another entry that I wrote while TSTT fucked up my phone lines. This was written yesterday afternoon, just about 2 hours before I went out with a guy from class.
I woke up in a poor mood this morning. Please. No. Spare me the F-word. This has nothing to do with him. I am quite aware of the possibility that the whole three-way incident (I like saying “three way” because it sounds sexual) stored in me some latent depression to be released at a later date, but as of yet, I have not experienced such a downcast state.
My morning mood was affected by a movie I saw last night – Dawn of the Dead. Yes, I know; that flick came out several millennia ago. It’s simply that I am a patient person (miser) who decided to wait until the movie was showing on cable (free) to watch it. It was an extremely good movie though. Extremely good. It was well made in all respects. The problem, though, is that it was also depressing because in the end, everybody died.
“Dead in the sense that they fell down, then got back up. Then started eating each other.” – the Cynical guy in “Dawn of the Dead”.
It was one of those movies that you have to make a conscious effort to remind yourself that it is all make-believe. Sort of, anyways.
My wood worsened when I tried to play virtual monopoly, and just when I accumulated over ten thou, the arsehole I traded with to gain a monopoly on Board Walk and Park Place started whooping my arse with his monopoly on the yellow properties. The fucker refuses to land on my monopolies!
After I retired that game, I had to wash a mountain of wares. Not just a mountain – fucking Mount Everest. And we don’t have a dishwasher. Oh wait. Check that. We do have a dishwasher, but it is the multipurpose kind that also works at an auditing firm, paints, and writes in online diaries. So that was fun.
Finally, I went to class. That is even more fun right there.
The fact that I am going out tonight with one of the guys from my class is doing very little to improve my mood. Perhaps that is because I am not attracted to him whatsoever. I have not quite told him this yet though, unless you count those subtle hints that he constantly mistakes for me playing hard to get.
I would be a bit more direct, but then again, right now, I am getting free ice cream and movies. And I like free stuff. Especially when it is ice cream and movies.
There are a couple of guys from my night school that I have been eyeing though, but neither of them is in any of my classes. I remember the first time I saw one of them. I was walking past the open door of a classroom, on the way to mine when I just happened to glance into the open doorway. It was then that I saw this bronzed god, and stopped dead in my tracks.
Owing to the quickness of my pace, however, my momentum propelled me past the doorway. I froze there for a few seconds, unable to see the man who caused pause in my steps.
Do I retrace my steps and take a good look at this guy?
Do I continue towards my class?
Do I drop trou and start to masturbate furiously in the aisle?
Eventually I leaned back and peered into the doorway, and thought:
“This guy is so fucking hot! Why is it that these men are never in my classes?”
People from different classes do not generally speak to each other, so I found myself being a bit aggressive in trying to get his attention. From then on, every time I passed him in the hallways, I would stop him and interrogate him. Well, not really interrogate. But I would go up and talk to him because I have those kinds of balls.
Let’s call him Danny, because that is close enough to his real name. Danny is 24 although he looks like 18, and he works at a company that is audited by mine. In fact, I was scheduled to be on that audit but was pulled off the last minute to go elsewhere.
For shame.
The only bad thing about Danny is that from certain angles, he looks hauntingly like Flez. Hauntingly. Although on closer inspection, I consider Flez to be better looking.
For shame.
The other guy I’ve had my eye on caught my attention as he was leaving class. I could not pull my gaze away from his body. Hott. Capital H, two Ts. Amazing body. I haven’t seen him very often, but I have managed to speak to him a couple of times. For some reason I have not yet asked his name.
For shame.
Anyways, I am still trying to figure out how to tell the guy I am going out with tonight that I have absolutely no interest in him.
The real question is, however: When I tell him that I am not interested, will I still get free ice cream and movies?
I didn’t think so either.
For shame.