Thursday, November 20, 2003

My loser magnet is back. I don't know what it is, but wherever I go, the loser to end all losers at that particular place will come and talk to me.

The other day I was sitting in the alley outside work reading and this guy stopped.

He's in his 50/60s with a HUGE belly.

'Good book?'
'Ye-' (can't get the full word out as he has to continue)
'Bet you its not as good as the love affairs I had in 1951!!!!'
'heh yeah' (hanging head hoping he will get the fuck away)
'I worked in that bar there, and I tell you I would come stand in this very alley, and women would come on to me - I had more women than I had hot dinners'
'cool' (fuckoff fuckoff fuckoff)

He fucks off.

Maybe I am projecting a more confident air or something. Can anyone tell me how to stop it?

Countdown to weigh in: 1 days

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