This girl, in my sex discussion group, her name is Alana, seems to want me. Either that or she is much more devious than she seems to be. She works at La Senorita, and all through dinner on saturday she gave me weird looks, and then on Wednesday she sat next to me and actually made conversations.

Andrea's analysis:

Joe- she kept making weird faces at me... and not good faces...

Jess- CONFUSION?

Joe-...

Andrea- Like he's a peice of meat faces!

Joe- yeah... Which is weird...

Jess- Por qui?

Joe- She knows that I'm gay... and it's not like I'm a choice cut!



All- Laughter.







Joe is queasy just thinking about it.



Last night, while I was using the interwebs associated with the library to talk to Sears, This random IM pops up. it starts talking to me. At great length... and it seems to know who I am and knows things about me. It is Sam Bradley's roommate, I discover at length, so I make the natural assumption and think it is some girl from Midland that I have forgotten about. "She" mentions that she has had little sex drive since "she" broke up with "her" boyfriend. I say, making a sexist joke in the hopes of driveing "her" away: "That's just because you don't have a penis to enhance your hormones."



A moment of silence...

"she" says: "... Yes I do."

Whoops.









Turns out it's this guy that I was put in contact with forever ago by a friend, that I haven't spoken to in a really long time, and had all but forgotten about.
He makes a joke about me sucking him off and solving both our problems. I decide that I am not about to be out-inuendo-ed by anyone else, so I take the joke many steps further. He seems frightened, and who could blame him, I'm terrifying.


I think that I took it too far, though, because after a few minutes he suddenly flipped and acted like he was taking it all very seriously. I think that I accidentally agreed to a date.


He called my dorm before I had returned. Then he called again about a hlaf-hour later while I was in the shower. He hung up before Itchy could give me the phone.



Now what?



Oh well.





In other news, Scooter spent several hours in bed with some girl that I don't know. I accidentally walked in on them. I thought that they had both left long ago.


BUT I DID NOT PANIC!

I calmly grabbed my coat, my gloves and my scarf, my cigarettes, because after that I was going to need them, and calmly left the room and calmly closed the door.



Then I began seizing uncontrollably. The Accountant and Itchy were brushing their teeth. The Accountant was concerned. "what happened?" he inquired.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"It must have been pretty bad; I've never seen a gay man drop his knitting before."


I have a marginally increased respect for him after that joke.

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