Myself? I hate painting. I need to fuck a neighbor.
friday night, begged out of going to the city, being the chivalrous guy (this is getting sad, I wonder if I'm even fooling myself at this point) I am and not wanting it to simply be the booty call it would've been. went shopping and when I got home, the flambouyent asst. manager sitting with a gaggle of girls tells me that i'm being antisocial and that I should come over to say hi. always looking for new and exciting folks to get drunk with, I headed over for a few pints.
a few pints turned into dinner, turned into late night flirting, turned into "let's go watch the incredibles at my house", turned into a nudge for breakfast.
more or less anyway.
in other news, the canadian is in the city. I should really figure out what she's expecting from me. there seems to be some flip flopping, hyper sensitivity at times leads me to believe she expects something legitimately romantic (she mentioned something about the booty call making her feel cheap). Yet when we hang out she continues to drop these, "I'm in the market for other guys" type of hints, and not really in the "I'm trying to make you jealous" sort of way. I could be wrong on that last point though, I'm still trying to work out the whole lesbians wanting my wang thing, I'm pretty thick sometimes.
heh, that's what she said.
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