Monday, June 13, 2011

What are the odds?

Really, life is trying to tease me. Or kill me. Or both. I really can't decide.

First, it was this slighty Chinese (very rare!) maturish cub-ish guy - short haired, glasses and with facial hair at lunch that I couldn't stop staring at and I have to bump into him again on the very same day at my usual watering hole. The whole night I was thinking about all the nasty things that I want to do to him.

Back at home, I saw a message from this other Chinese maturish, short haired, glasses and with facial hair fella. And he likes executive type with facial hair.

I knew I will be in trouble. Be still my heart.


1 comment:

William said...

Go for it.