Journal mcgrew's Journal: -- No big bangs tonight... 5

Get it while you can...
Honey get it while you can.
Baby get it while you can...
Don't turn your back on love, no no no no. -- Janis Joplin

So I'm torn. Who to ask out, Tammy, who I'd been previously pursuing but got tired of the chase, who called me a week earlier, or Cindy? Well, lets see... with Cindy there was probably no chance of sex; she's way too fragile, since her doctor will only let her work 3 days a week and only weighs 87 pounds. OTOH if I took Tammy out I might get laid.

I went to D'Arcy's with Tammy, and we both had a great time, then went to my house for a few beers. And I must really be on a roll, because the next day at work I smiled at a pretty women, who struck up a conversation with me and if I didn't know better would have thought she was hitting on me. Turns out she's a big shot just transferred in from another location. NOT what I need, I'm too close to retiring!

A year or so ago I either missed a great opportunity or dodged a bullet. There was a woman I work with who was showing a lot of interest in me, complimenting me on things like my haircut, tan, choice of nerdy t-shirts. I considered asking her out, but decided I didn't want the possible complications of an office romance and didn't.

They promoted her, she's my boss' boss now. Phew!

Tami had pulled a stupid stunt that I'm not going to get into here, and I'm not speaking to her. She's still trying to get a foot back in the door, but looking back I can see that she's the main reason things hadn't worked out with Tammy, who was convinced I was in love with Tami, and furthermore Tami was fucking things up between Tammy and me on purpose. She doesn't have the nickname Lucy Furr by accident; the woman is devious.

She got a new phone, and keeps texting me with stuff like "What's Stella's number?" I usually ignore them, sometimes reply "I'm not on speaking terms with you. Leave me alone."

I kept thinking about Cindy's beautiful eyes, and called her Sunday and asked if she'd let me buy her dinner at D'Arcy's. We have a date for tonight! I should be dreading the inevitable heartbreak down the road, I guess, but hell, I could get lucky and be run over by a bus tomorrow.

Patty had brought season 2 of The Big Bang Theory; She'd given me season 1 last year. Funny, everyone who's seen that show thinks of me, including her. But it's justified; every one of the four characters seems to be an extreme caricature of various facets of my personality. Except the comic books and costumes, and I'm not as smart as any of them.

Well, Walowitz, maybe. He's no wall of wits.

I discovered halfway through the first season that there are these "vanity cards" at the end of each show that last a good three seconds, and if you pause it and read them, many of them are nerdily hilarious. I suspect that the four characters are caricatures of various aspects of the writers personalities, too. Have you noticed that they (and me and probably you too) are incredibly stupid in ways that an IQ test doesn't measure?

For instance, Tammy called last night, and I told her about my date with Cindy tonight.

DOH! THAT was dumb...