February 27th, 2004
|09:55 am - Flights and pretending I'm a bird. . .|
I have a flight booked to Phoenix.
I'll arrive May 6, 2004, at 12:50 PM.
Now I just have to find a flight that'll get me back. . .
I've never been to AZ. Should be fun. . .
Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: "Don't Bug Me", -JB
You know, I hit on a lot of women. In fact, I hit on just about anything with two legs.
But I try not to insult said women, either before or after the fact.
I really love guys who know the "right" way to do things, and when they "show" you how to do it, you can tell that they're making it up as they go along.
I like to admit it first: I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm having fun doing it.
In the words of Indiana Jones, "I don't know, I'm making this up as I go."
Yeah, the Shillelagh is goin' with. But if he's as bad as you say, I don't think he'd hang around guys like Kirk and Gannd, cuz they'd tell him where to shove it.
Glad you managed to lose touch. Lots of people don't manage that and get stuck in very bad situations.
He wasn't hard to loose. He was my dad's age and when I made it clear I wasn't interested in him, I was written off. Which was more than fine with me. There is nothing wrong with making things up as you go, as long as you are honest about it. *nod*
There is hitting on women. And then there is just being plain creepy. This guy made creepy seem like a nice option in comparison.
Wow. I hope I'm still hitting on 18 year olds when I'm 100, but I defintely plan to stop if anyone ever tells me I'm creepy.