Darn. Darn. Darn.

I was waiting for a phone call last night. It never came. I thought she might call tonight instead, but that didn’t happen.

Dang it. That person can be so darned frustrating at times. It would be a lot nicer if I knew where things stood.

Rats. Rats. Rats.

It’s so hard to find intelligent women. It’s even harder to find women who have solid character and who are basically attractive. It would be so much nicer if she would show a bit more encouragement though, especially since she’s the one who first contacted me.

Darn it.

Sitting in an airport. Want to munch

I’m sitting in an airport right now, and I’m trying to resist the urge to buy some candy and munch away. I really have to avoid doing this.

I did buy some fruit during my trip; unfortunately, it’s packed away in my checked-in luggage. I wasn’t expecting this flight reschedule, so I didn’t think I’d have these inordinate delays.

And I could really use some sleep. Dang it.

Annoying people

Some people are just darned annoying.

Like Michael, this guy from my undergrad days. I remember when he went around, trying to convince me that there was this episode of the G.I. Joe cartoon where Duke had sex with Scarlett. What did he think I was, stupid? It wasn’t even a funny joke. I can enjoy lighthearted levity as much as anyone else, but I don’t tolerate idiocy very well.

Or this time when our class was planning a group outing. Two of the guys in our class had just won a cash prize, so of course, people were joking that they should fit the bill. That was just lighthearted conversation, of course. Nothing wrong with that.

But as we were planning our expenses, people kept bringing that up. “Hey, these two guys should fit the bill!” they’d say. Okay, okay. It was funny the first five or six times, people. Now give it a rest. What are you, a bunch of sixth graders?

Or this guy who tried to pull my chair out from underneath me while I was in front of an entire room of people. Yeah, he must have thought that was rip-roaringly funny. Knock it off, Drew. That’s not how mature adults behave.

Nobody who knows me can say that I’m a sourpuss. I crack jokes on a regular basis. What I don’t tolerate is kindergarden-level humor from grown adults. Stop it.

She’s out of my league

The good news: I’ll be watching a concert with a sweet, charming, really pretty gal. She has body issues, but believe me, she is WAY out of my league.

The bad news: It’s not a date. In fact, she went out of her way to emphasize this fact.

Rats.

Things I wish for

I wish that I were taller, leaner, more muscular, and better looking. Oh, and that my looks fit the ethnic preferences of most women.

I wish that I could sing, that I had an outstanding sense of rhythm, and that I could dance better.

I wish that I could live in a house that didn’t require as much energy to heat or cool, and that I didn’t have so much lawn space to mow.

I wish that I didn’t have to deal with so many low-leverage tasks.

I wish that I could marry someone who looked like Courteney Cox did in Cocoon: The Return.

I wish that I didn’t have to perform maintenance on my car.

I wish that my feet didn’t hurt.

Wow. How do people like this function in the real world?

Got some messages from some person strange woman on an internet site… one who immediately spouted off with all sorts of incoherent criticisms over some issue. Let’s just say that this person appears to have some real reading comprehension problems. I don’t say that lightly; indeed, I almost never say such things about people. In this case though, I think it’s clearly true.

And she’s a very unpleasant person as well.

Sitting in a coffeeshop

I’m sitting in a coffee house right now. There’s an attractive young woman at a neighboring table. She’s not exceptionally beautiful by any means, but she does have a pleasant face. Not stunning, but definitely kinda appealing.

She’s also way out of my league.

Yeah, I know. I’ve learned this the hard way through the years. Darn.

Thankfully for her, I know better than to strike up a conversation with a total stranger in a coffeeshop, especially when she is clearly working on her computer (doing homework, perhaps?).

Darn.

An airport encounter

In this solitary page, a fella talks about an attractive woman that he encountered in an airport, and how he wishes that he could get the attention of a woman like her.

I can understand that. I’ve been there. I can relate.

Yep, I sure can.

I don’t want to do yard work.

Crikey. It’s bloody hot outside, and I have to mow my backyard. I also have to do a lot of weeding, and I also need to plant a couple of honeysweet pear trees. This’ll require some tilling, digging, fertilizing, and mulching. Joy.

Man, I wish it were a cooler day. I suffered from a dehydration phase a few days ago, and I don’t relish working in this heat.

Sigh. M.K.

There’s this cute gal that I know. A few weeks ago, I thought she was dropping hints to me that she wanted to go out. In fact, when I told some friends about the things she was saying, one woman exclaimed, “Dude, she wasn’t just dropping hints. She was dropping bombs!!!”

Turns out that she wasn’t, though. Rats.

And now, on her Myspace page, she’s asking “Why doesn’t Alex call me? Why won’t he call?”

Boy, I wish I got that kind of attention from a cute gal like her. At times like this, I really wish that I were better looking.