fast as you can

pickup #1

mid-40 semi balding guy with a marriage band on stops me. "hi"
"hi?" (oh shit.. which tito is this? i think he knows my dad.)
"i'm really glad you bought those shoes, they look good on your feet. hey, you look familiar. where do you work again?"
"uh, i'm a preschool teacher" (uh-oh.. i don't think i know him. prepare to exit.)
"really? can i have your number so you can teach my kids?"
WTF!!!


pickup #2 --> total disaster. don't you just hate it when friends try to get into your pants? even worse when they're friends of your boyfriend. enough said. awful awful awful.

anyway, settled it all and that's one more on cebu's collection of telenovela stories.

in the meantime (while pickup #2 happened) my man is off somewhere in singapore. UNREACHABLE for several hours. i'm pissed. i could have gotten revenge but i didn't. i could have blamed it on alcohol but i didn't. i could have blamed it on him but i didn't. phooey. men!!