that flute line

I have nothing exciting to write about so I will write about something that is not exciting.

Okay, so approximately two years ago, perfect beautiful people try to set me up on a blind date. It was one of DLD’s former classmates/co-workers, a fairly cute Filipino chick. We emailed back and forth a bit, went out for dinner once, but she didn’t seem interested so things fizzled out after that. Within those two years there were a few emails, as in I could prolly count them on both hands, with most of them being forwarded jokes or chain mails. Then a few weeks ago, out of the blue, she sends me a nice long email asking me how I’m doing and tells me what she’s been up to. But of course there had to be an agenda: her brother wanted to job shadow someone in architecture (he thinks he might want to study it in university) and she remembered me mentioning I studied architecture. Uh, scuse me but I haven’t been in that industry for 3 and half years and I never actually worked for an architect. Okay, so me, thinking that if I pull the right strings I might get lucky, goes and calls up some old contacts trying to find someone for her bro to job shadow. Of course with the job market the way it is these days and everyone being busy, they all nicely turned me down. One was nice enough to offer to talk to the lad on the phone. So I gave her the news and poof, I haven’t heard from her since. I feel so used.

I have been working on one of the projects that B3C is on so I’ve been joking and chatting with her. Last week I went and asked her something and started my question with, “Remember that one time?” Then she interrupts me with a big grin and the line, “And then this one time? At band camp?” Okay if you don’t remember that famous flute line from the movie American Pie, GO RENT THE DVD. It was during a conversation between Michelle (Alyson Hannigan) and Jim (Jason Biggs) at Stifler’s apres prom party near the end of the movie. I interrupted her before she could continue and said something like “you’re nasty!” And then she went into a giggling fit. WTF? Was B3C talking dirty to me, or hitting on me, or flirting, or just being weird?

Saturday night I went over to SG’s to hang out and KT was there. I met KT a few times, he’s an okay guy but something about him rubs me the wrong way. He’s one of those fast/smooth talking, I-am-a-sensitive-guy, self-professed ladies’ man. On one hand he is watching porn, calling everyone a bitch, and trash talking about what he would like to do to each one. On the other hand he’s describing what a considerate, sensitive guy he is and how he is looking for love. Um yeah, I’m sure a good way to pick up and impress chicks is to go around and bum cigarettes off them. But if his technique does work, then I can just start acting like an asshole and maybe I’ll get me some too. Oh what a world, what a world. Somebody lemme outta heeyah.