Diva
04-03-02, 11:14PM
No, You're Not Paranoid... I WAS Laughing At You!
So the elevator opens and there's only one guy in there. A rarity in my building. I hate it when there's just one other person. Ten floors down. Just the two of us. Oh joy. Oh rapture. I glanced over... big mistake. Okay.. good looking. nice smile... Then he spoke. "Wednesday, huh?". Yeah. "You know they call this hump day?" Inside I'm screaming... Really? "Yep." Silence. I wanted to jump up and down in hopes that it would move the elevator right along. Since he was staring at my chest, I visualized his head bobbing up and down like the plastic dog head on a spring in the back of a cheesy car. I let out a laugh. He thought it was from his wit. "So, you wanna go for a drink? Celebrate 'Hump' day together?" Two floors to go... Huh? Oh, I don't drink. But gee, thanks for the offer. You have a great day, now. Buh bye." I think I ran. It was a blur. Tears were streaming down my face.
I once told a friend that my true love will probably be the mortician. Yuck! Where's my Prince Charming? I want a man who will rock my world... and not stone me afterwards. I don't want to cry. I'm tired of my heart aching. I'm tired of being the only person in a relationship who really wants to be in a relationship. Why isn't there a decent looking guy who's intelligent and romantic and experienced in the art of fucking and honest with his emotions... Um.. Did I forget anything? Oh yeah, and who will go home after we have sex so I can have the bed to myself. While I'm at it, I might as well ask for a million dollars and a pony. Shit. This sucks. And if one person tells me that my prince was the dufus in the elevator, they're gonna get bitch slapped. Great. Now I'm depressed. My pillow's gonna need therapy.
So the elevator opens and there's only one guy in there. A rarity in my building. I hate it when there's just one other person. Ten floors down. Just the two of us. Oh joy. Oh rapture. I glanced over... big mistake. Okay.. good looking. nice smile... Then he spoke. "Wednesday, huh?". Yeah. "You know they call this hump day?" Inside I'm screaming... Really? "Yep." Silence. I wanted to jump up and down in hopes that it would move the elevator right along. Since he was staring at my chest, I visualized his head bobbing up and down like the plastic dog head on a spring in the back of a cheesy car. I let out a laugh. He thought it was from his wit. "So, you wanna go for a drink? Celebrate 'Hump' day together?" Two floors to go... Huh? Oh, I don't drink. But gee, thanks for the offer. You have a great day, now. Buh bye." I think I ran. It was a blur. Tears were streaming down my face.
I once told a friend that my true love will probably be the mortician. Yuck! Where's my Prince Charming? I want a man who will rock my world... and not stone me afterwards. I don't want to cry. I'm tired of my heart aching. I'm tired of being the only person in a relationship who really wants to be in a relationship. Why isn't there a decent looking guy who's intelligent and romantic and experienced in the art of fucking and honest with his emotions... Um.. Did I forget anything? Oh yeah, and who will go home after we have sex so I can have the bed to myself. While I'm at it, I might as well ask for a million dollars and a pony. Shit. This sucks. And if one person tells me that my prince was the dufus in the elevator, they're gonna get bitch slapped. Great. Now I'm depressed. My pillow's gonna need therapy.