Manager #1 is a baby?
Apparently so.
He’s a junior, which means that last year he was a sophomore.
Go figure.
And in the category of Managers and annoying:
If I catch Manager #3 staring at my chest ONE MORE TIME, I’m going to gouge his freaking eyes out with my Sharpie.
I’m surprised he didn’t start drooling.
Sheesh.
And in front of his compatriots too.
This should not come to be a surprise.
And for things I should TOTALLY already be well aware of, is that, like Dr. Gregory House says:
EVERYONE LIES.
It’s also never lupus, but that’s not the point.
The point is that everyone lies.
Even Spike.
Especially Spike.
Because he’s a guy.
In hindsight, there is no logical way that would make any sense that he talked to ‘my girls’ tonight.
Which means he was trying to get me to come out and tell him I’m interested.
Why do guys have to be so freaking round-about?
How can I make it any more obvious that I’m interested?
Should I actually go ahead and take my conference t-shirt off next time he tells me he wants it?
Funny, but no.
Let’s see if he actually messages me on facebook tonight.
Just as long as I get some feeling in my feet back, I really don’t care what happens for the rest of my night.
That’s what I get for standing with Manager #1 the entire second half.
But god, the look he gave me when he told me how happy he was to see me wearing black was just…oh my god. Kinda internally swooned.
Even if that just does NOT make any sense and I don’t know what in the world that means!
Snarky
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