Ah, the weekend. *Is there anything better then sleeping until noon, lazing around the house for a few hours, and then slipping into a hot bath, listening to Dave Matthews, and knowing that there's not one thing that you have to accomplish today? Mmm, I'm all warm and yummy-feeling...

*Side note: That right there? Longest sentence ever.

Well, a cute boy flirted with me at the grocery store last night. It was kinda sweet. Apparently, he'd seen me around the school a lot, and he thought he'd say hello. That's just... well, it made my night. I'm not really used to being hit on by strangers. Wait. Let me revise that. I'm not used to being hit on by sober, moderately attractive, coherent guys my age, to be exact. I have effing Drunky McAlcoholics trying to grind me at the bars all the time. I never have a guy walk up and start a conversation with me at the book store, or try to charm me while I'm out buying a new sweater (well, actually, I do, but it's always sales boys, and I just figure that they're working on commission and therefore it doesn't count). No, no, I get groped and leered and winked at by loaded fuglies.

None of that is very beneficial for a girl's self-esteem. I was starting to think that guys had to get pissed out of their trees in order to find me attractive. Okay, that's stretching it, but you can see where I'm coming from.

When it comes to guys, I'm a little clueless. I never have any idea when a guy likes me until it's months after the fact, hindsight being 20/20 and all. I just don't pick up on the hints and signals that other people say are more glaring then the Vegas strip. Subtle flirtations just don't work on me. If a guy likes me, I need him to tell me, cuz I sure as hell won't figure it out on my own.

Which is why I got such a thrill out of Cute Grocery Boy (CGB) chatting me up in the dairy section. It was so out of the blue; so spontaneous. It reminded me that I'm a short little cutie, and some guys dig that. Also, it's nine times more flattering to be hit on at the local Sobey's, when you know the guy most likely isn't there 'trolling for meat.

I'll let you know how this progresses.

Miss Black

Listening to: "California" by Phantom Planet. I recently started watching "The O.C." and the theme, like the show, is liquid cocaine. Soooo addictive...

Reading: Uh, embarassingly enough, a lot of smutty Alias fic. Hey, I needed my fix in the two week hiatus.

Watching: Nothing, cuz Laney's boyfriend left his Gamecube here, and I plan on playing Soul Calibur 2 until my eyes fall out. I *heart* Link.

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Miss Black also contributes to a David Anders/Sark site under the name Chaton Espion. Feel free to visit her there if you'd like to witness the terrifying depths of obsession.