thanks GODS the next 2 weeks wont be 8am shifts anymore.

Today proved rather interesting, as we near closer and closer to not only a full moon, but an eclipse as well. There's been this guy the last few days who follows me. I guess he's about my age, whatever. Today he finally got the nerve to talk...he shouldn't have. I sat on the bench to wait for the train to pull up, and he decides to sit next to me. Fine, free country, public place. Then he gives me "the eyes" and asks, "So, how you doin'?" "I'm alright." "yeah?" "yeah" and I figure this is the end of the thus far enlightening conversation, but this is really where it all takes a fatal turn for the worst. "you're pregnant, huh?" "hah! no" and a look of "oh shit!" crosses his face. Once again, I figure this is where our exhilerating exchange should be allowed to die instead of being scraped along the pavement. However, he persists, "oh, I just had to say that" What!? I love being reminded I'm fat and disporportionate first thing in the morning. Thanks! Luckily, the train saved me, as did the newly battery plugged mp3 player on loan from Chris this morning.
Work itself went alright. I feel slightly guilty that I may have given Justin the plague. I guess that's what happens to people in my general vicinity. Pestilence. I got my training shift for the two weeks prior to flying out to Dallas. I'll be getting home late, but for now I can manage that better than I can manage being up at 4am.
The trains got me home relatively quickly, and I started my walk home since Chris has practice tonight. That's when things get...well, predictable really. Guess who shows up? Yeah....Him. He speedwalks to catch up with me and slows to even my pace. Great...now we play the social game. "So where you go that early in the morning" "work." "wow, I come to work now and leave in the morning." "that's great." Then the slough of usual questions, like a stupid Myspace survey. "So, how old are you? You live around here? You single?" He was disappointed to find out I am not in fact single, and followed with the obligatory, "he better treat you well...if not, you let me know!" Ya, sure, I'll be right on that. pfft!

thank god it's friday!

Categories: work [t], commute [t], bad pick ups [t]

Oy, what an idiot. *shakes head* I pray for his sake that you two don't eet again. ;]
» Silver-dot- on 2007-03-02 07:45:45

Lol! An admirer? I hope he won't be following you anymore.
» Nuttz on 2007-03-03 05:30:14

Hmm tell him that I beat you daily, twice on Sundays and that you in fact love it. And if I catch him talking with you I will beat him 10 times as badly. Twice on Sunday hahaha
» etheracide on 2007-03-04 01:20:29

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