Yesterday was one of those days where I had to be at work at five a.m. A new phone system was being installed and apparently only Steve speaks IT nerd. I really don't, but I'm the only manager that can sooth the creepy IT guy by agreeing to his twisted theory that the Doctor Who episode Terminus was the real Big Bang that started the universe, therefore the Doctor created himself. Now.... I know, you're not following this, but it got the phone system installed with extra care.
The important point to grasp was that I was at work at five. Followed by chest day at the gym; then a small romance with a Wendy's Asian salad afterwards. Class brought a "surprise quiz" which I aced because three of the questions were the same question about Cultural Relativism. No, not three questions on the same topic, the three questions happened to be the same question repeated three times. The strange part was the stunned look on the Professor's face when I bought it up to him.
Needless to say, after all that I was ready for dinner. This is why I wandered into a chain restaurant called Tokyo Joe's looking like a sweaty homeless person. If they wore fifty dollar Under Armour gym shorts. Even in my sleep deprived state I couldn't help noticing the amazingly hot dude working the counter. I stared at his skin-tight tee-shirt as I ordered. Then, as he handed back my HRC credit card he caught my eyes and said he had the same card. I mumbled something about "every bit helps the HRC" and turned to waddle off to the soda machine.
It was like a flirt grenade. Three....Two....One....Boom! Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The hot muscle-bound twenty-something hit on me?! No. Yes. No. Yes?
Okay, I am now changing all my online profiles to read that I exclusively date guys who look like they work at Tokyo Joe's.
The important point to grasp was that I was at work at five. Followed by chest day at the gym; then a small romance with a Wendy's Asian salad afterwards. Class brought a "surprise quiz" which I aced because three of the questions were the same question about Cultural Relativism. No, not three questions on the same topic, the three questions happened to be the same question repeated three times. The strange part was the stunned look on the Professor's face when I bought it up to him.
Needless to say, after all that I was ready for dinner. This is why I wandered into a chain restaurant called Tokyo Joe's looking like a sweaty homeless person. If they wore fifty dollar Under Armour gym shorts. Even in my sleep deprived state I couldn't help noticing the amazingly hot dude working the counter. I stared at his skin-tight tee-shirt as I ordered. Then, as he handed back my HRC credit card he caught my eyes and said he had the same card. I mumbled something about "every bit helps the HRC" and turned to waddle off to the soda machine.
It was like a flirt grenade. Three....Two....One....Boom! Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The hot muscle-bound twenty-something hit on me?! No. Yes. No. Yes?
Okay, I am now changing all my online profiles to read that I exclusively date guys who look like they work at Tokyo Joe's.
dude, someone made a pass at you! go back and follow-up; talk to sexy dude! you have nothing to lose!
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing next time you'll get dolled up a little and go back.....after confirming his shift has started, but not at a peak time where he's too busy.
ReplyDelete....and there is your frickin' pop quiz.