I have a very lame love life. “Lame” might even be the wrong word. Perhaps “Non-existent” works better. I don’t do much on the weekends. I don’t party hard or close a club. I usually do some housework (not enough though, if you saw my place right now. Zoinks!) and catch up on my TiVo’d shows.
Recently, I got a part-time job. I really needed the money for the holidays and the price of gas is sky-rocketing as we speak…so the extra dough is nice. But my REAL reason of getting said job was to meet people. There is really nothing going on at my full-time job. So…I got myself a job at a liquor store! I figured there has got to be men there, right?
Oh, there’s men alright. Most of which are twice my age and buy ONE 16oz can of Bud and a .99 nip of After Shock. Wow…is this my dating pool?
Granted, young guys do come in (see a previous post I’m too lazy to link to right now) but they just aren’t interested in me. I don’t know why. I try to flirt and talk to them just like I do with everyone else. They probably think I’m below them because I work in a liquor store. Look, buddy, you’re in here buying booze for one…who is the loser now?
Anywho…I’m working the night shift this evening. Got myself all dolled up…for another night of disappointment. Oh, I would also like to add that during all my shifts so far, NONE of the New England Patriots have come in…but oh yes, they do come into the store. Just not when I’m around. Super awesome, eh??
Anyone out there want a date?? Just don’t take me to Piccadilly Pub please!!