Monday, July 24, 2006

Maybe at some point I will figure out a name for him, but at this moment of time I am so tired that all I can do is think about how little the muscles in my body want to work, about how I really hope I am not a snorer, and how I am gonna have a bruise on the side of my head from being kneed by someone in an orange (pronounced or-ange, not ar-ange) sleeping bag.

Back to the point, my nameless love, well at this point his isn't quite a love, I just like how it sounds to call people love, which is a result of watching Pirates of the Caribbean too many times, and I just noticed that I ramble a lot when I am tired....

The point--He is either incredibly imperceptible, or he is uninterested. I am hesitant to believe the later for two reasons. The first, the obvious reason, is that I am possessed enough to believe that I am attractive and question any person who passes on me, though given my relationship with rejection you would think I would believe the contrary. The second is granted this person's relationship with rejection, he might like to have a name to put in that little black book of his.

I flirted relentlessly with him all day yesterday. He may have just thought I was being myself, since I do have a reputation to be flirty on a regular basis. But since I was flirting with him more than anyone else in the room, that would be a tip off, yes? Apparently not. I suppose since I never used to flirt with him, but I have lately been very flirty, he has absolutely no reason to sense an attraction. Makes sense to me too. I'm glad we are all on the same page now...

Virginia Faith at 8:08 AM

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{xoxo}

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