I don't care if he is sick or not, the fact remains that he's not into me. I don't want to be one of those pathetic souls who regularly quotes self-help books, but... he's just not that into you if he doesn't call. If he were into you, he'd take at least five minutes from his busy schedule to make that phone call. I don't need him... I got at least 10 other guys after me. =p Granted, none are as interesting as he is, but maybe that's because i'm not giving the other guys a chance to be interesting... That doesn't include you, Leaner, so get back-- you don't know me like that.
Tonight is it...
Or so my dear fairy godmother says. Also looked up the horoscopes...
Everything's so good for you now that it's like nothing has ever been bad. Don't get used to it, but have fun with it -- and invite others along for the ride.
Intense -- that's what people might call you right now, and they mean it in the best, most intriguing and sexy way. Work your magic; it won't be hard, considering how drawn to you everyone is.
Better fasten you seatbelt and put your table tray in the upright position -- because there's a bit of a bumpy ride ahead. For the moment, you can expect one of several rather unusual scenarios to unfold: a) a new and unusual addition to your family; b) a career opportunity in an entirely different field; c) the chance to move to a place you've always wanted to live or d) all of the above. See? Buckle up, now.
However, since I know myself all too well, probably I'll let the moment slip by. I'll be too nervous and just not do anything. My roommate, fairy godmother, and the night-blooming lily I think have more vested interest in this than I do. I don't want to sound pessimistic or overly-redundant, but I really don't think he's into me. =/
I'm afraid of the rejection too.
I should just become a singing nun and frolic around the Austrian Alps, singing "The Hills Are Alive."
Why is it that I want the guys who show the least interest while I have so many others? How is it that Dr. Can doesn't seem to show any apparent interest? He's seen me sexy, flirty, sporty, smart, talented, caring, competative, etc. What have I not done?
He must be gay. Yeah.... that's it. I should have seen it coming when he wore the pink shirt that one time. Bright Flamingo Pink.
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Lasagna Night
01 February 2005Every time there is a guy we want to treat, Brigette will prepare a big pan of lasagna. One night, the doctor made an unexpected visit, and it was Lasagna night for the MFT. So B, being very intrigued about Dr. Can, offered some lasagna, and from that night the lasagna night tradition was born.
Wednesday is a scheduled Lasagna Day, and B told me to invite Dr. Can to come over. So, anyway, I'm walking through the Reitz today, and I run into the president. We get to small talk, and he tells me that the doctor told him that I was cooking lasagna for him. Shocked, I was, to hear this... and then I assumed all over again that Dr. was trying play matchmaker. I overreacted... made a few phone calls... and then called Dr. He said the Prez was playing around. Sigh of relief.
I talked to mr. Fairygodmother about it, and he was totally sweet about the whole situation. He is nothing but encouragement and just the biggest ego-booster. Every girl should have one, and I'm glad I have him. Sometimes, though, I wonder what his motives are... what he's really thinking... why, if he's so knowledgeable, is he still unattached? Maybe I should have a lasagna night for him.
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