ok. now, i understand that 1) i have no love life at all and am in no position to casually wave off potential suitors and 2) that i am not infrequently guilty of the crime of randomly and inappropriately becoming infatuated with people i don't know and cannot have. seriously- farbeit from me to criticize someone for their romantic whimsy. but the following scenarios have occurred this weekend and i take this constellation of events as a bad sign.
1) at the uber-trendy vida lounge on cinco de mayo some 22-year-old guy in a sox jersey and big (stupid) sombrero actually groped my chest under the thinly veiled guise of examining my blinky corona necklace party favor.
2) at a random dive bar on milwaukee and addison a greasy pony-tailed man in one of those baja hoodies that were so popular in 1993 approached ck and i to see if either one of us gave a good massage, because he had just beaten up his friend and his friend could sure use a good massage.
and finally
3) roy the cable guy came knocking yesterday afternoon (interrupting my transfixtion on my mind-numbing, error-ridden spread sheets) and after craning his neck around the door to see the inside of my apartment tried to strike up a conversation about my listening to boy dylan and how much he loves bob dylan and what's your name and you should call me.
really???
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