I'm desperate
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I just spent 40 minutes on the phone with a University of Phoenix college advisor. The whole time I�m on the phone dude is trying to hit on me. But the bastard can�t even say my name right. WTF�it�s 5 letters and two syllables. Hell if you can pronounce Keisha then you can pronounce my name. In that little 40 minutes I know this mans whole life story. He is from New York. His parents are from Trinidad. He did two years of undergrad before going into the military. He got out of the military, went back for his undergrad degree and later got his MBA. He worked for 3 years as a headhunter for the health profession. He got tired of all the traveling and living out of a suitcase so he decided to settle down and moved to Fairfield, CA. He got a job with University of Phoenix and recently relocated to Sac. He is 36. He lives bout a half mile (maybe even less) from me. He works only about a mile from where I live. There is more�much more. The ass hole talked my damn ear off. You would think that after a lot of one-word responses he would have got the hint that I was not interested and would have backed off. Evidently he missed the polite hints I was sending his way. I have never ever met this man, but he invited me to his companies Black and White Ball next week. In his own sly way (which was not very sly at all) he asked me about my significant other and my age. Basically he was trying to get a feel for what I had going on in my life. (Nothing at all) Based on my education level, maturity and how well spoken I was on the phone, he assumed that I was in my late 20�s or early 30�s. Imagine his surprise when he found out I�m only 24. Dude has this pushy east coast way about him. (Not to dis the eastcoasters or anything. But some east coast men seem pushy to me.) He thinks I�m going to stop by his office today so that we can meet in person. I guess he will be surprised when 4:00 rolls around and I�m not there. Or maybe he wont be surprised at all. Truth is, I�m seriously tempted to go meet him. I�m desperate. But if we decide to meet, it will be on my turf (i.e. Starbucks). What the hell is wrong with me?? Oh yeah, I remember now, I�m desperate. |
10:13 a.m. || January 16, 2004 |
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