Quote of the day: "For business reasons, I must preserve the
outward sign of sanity." ~ Mark Twain, in a letter to William Stead, 1890
Trip Report: Sexy and handsome as ever.
Well, this just gets better and better. The universe really does have a sense of humor ~ the 'love streak' continues.
Yesterday, I found myself trying to hide out between classes. All semester, I've been in the clear and hassle free but yesterday...ugh. I got hit on...by a janitor.
The guy works mornings in the Fine Arts building, doing general maintenence. As I said, there hadn't been a hint of interest all semester (thank whoever!) I'd say hi every now and then and maybe shoot the breeze after class but that's it. These last few weeks though, there's been something definitely odd about the guy. He suddenly started acting like he didn't know how to act around me or what to say (big clue there, huh?) He'd still try to joke around but it felt as if he were trying too hard to be 'normal'. I didn't know what to think when he started to call me 'Monster' after he startled me in the hallway on my way back from Financial Aid during Spring Break and then he insulted me a week ago by saying that one of my ancestors must have been Custer. Still, I just passed it off as a quirk of his or that some part of my personality rubbed him the wrong way.
I guess some folks would be insulted to be called 'Monster'. I kind of took to it to mean that I'm still good ol' weird me. Besides, there's some neat monsters out there ~ Nessie; Jersey Devil, Bigfoot, Champ...
Anyway, getting back to the story: The janitor came into the design studio yesterday to clean a bit after class, still acting weird. Silly, clueless thing that I am didn't see it coming, especially when he started talking about my shoes. He'd ask strange questions like, "Do you wear those shoes all the time?" (Well, no ~ I like to take them off when I go to sleep. Damn! Why couldn't I have thought of that then?? Oh wait. He'd probably take it as an invitation. Sigh.) Finally, it got to the point where there he was on one side of the table, I was on the other and he was giving me 'the look'.
Is there anything more annoying than 'the look'? It starts at the top of your head, goes down to your feet and stops on the way back up at your chest. I always want to snap my fingers; point at my face and say, "Hey! Remember me? I'm up here!"
Meanwhile, I'm still trying to get all my stuff together: two sketch books; mat board that I'm using as illustration board, a triangle, my box o' art supplies and my sanity. As I finish getting all this together, the truth comes out. He says, "Stick around and we'll go have some dinner afterwhile."
Suddenly, the Firewolf got a clue to the whole situation. To borrow a phrase from the English: Bloody hell! Luckily, I had a meeting with my English Comp instructor and I used that as an excuse to get out of there. With my luck and the universe's sense of humor, he probably thinks I'm playing hard to get. Try impossible! The sun will have burned up all it's fuel; collapsed, turned into a black hole and sucked up this sector of the galaxy before there is a chance. I walked out of that building, looked up at the sky and said, "This is not the kind of attention I was looking for!!"
To beat it all, as I was walking to my meeting, he drove past me and waved. Afterward, he came out into the parking lot to talk some more when I decided to go back to my truck. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I think I can still hear the universe giggling.
Why can't I get someone who is smart, handsome as hell and has a great sense of humor? Why can't I find someone like...Trip?? Hehehehehe I hope the bumper sticker isn't true: that a good man is just a fantasy (Oh alright ~ in this case, it is.) I know that there are questions out there about C.M. I have them too. I guess that will have to be another entry.
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