Why is it that I attract weird, not so intelligent guys?
I've never been asked out by a rational, average looking guy who knows how to live his life. All I get is guys who ogle me and talk odd. Am I so distracting that they can't get any sensible sentence to come out of their mouths. Then they talk quiet like the thing they are saying is between us and nobody else. So nice, considering I can't hear what they are saying.
And why is it that no rational, average looking guy who knows how to live his life ever asks me out?
Are they too afraid of me?
Or have the globe simply run out of them?
The frozen goods delivery guy is becoming an old joke.
Last week he came THREE times to our shop.
This week only once, but we are expecting some frozen goods for tomorrow, and I bet you-know-who's gonna be there also.
My co-workers and boss are having a go with the situation, and specially since my boss is my brother, it's gonna have an interesting aspect.
I'm getting this very bad, wrong, hideous feeling that I hate when he comes.
Why can't he just be a normal customer who don't try to be too friendly with me?
But as I said, this thing is getting old, and I wanna out.
I can't ask every Tuesday and Thursday off.
I can't be hiding in the bathroom every time he comes.
I can't ask him to be replaced.
So what are my options?
How will I make him stop coming especially to see me?
Hitting on continues...
So the day passes and another day goes by.
While filling up shelfs for some new stuff that just arrived, a client addresses my back and comments on my car.
That is, comments on a good car that he's seen on the parking lot and has derived that is mine.
First of course confused, since I drive at least four different car and my mind is on the one that I currently drive.
Then the conversation continues on with the cars.
He keeps on staring at me waiting for a respond on some car thing he tells me which I have no understanding of.
Only some minutes later after the customer departed it came to me that he was probably hitting on me.
Vow, two guys in one week. Nice.
Gets better and better.
If only they were better looking, more my style and interesting....
The previous guy comes with the frozen goods again. I'm safe though. I'm working.
Wrong.
He comes over to the front side and buys something.
He almost accuses me of not having a brake at that time.
At least I got the impression, even though he just might have been wondering.
I try to treat him as a normal customer, but how do you let him down easy?
The whole thing is ridiculous. Laughable.
But still serious and a big problem.
So answer to the previous question, is this my prayer answer from God to find my guy;
answer is no, not if I don't want it.
He wasn't the only guy who was hitting on me that day.
So it seems I have options.
The lesson of the day might be that after all my skepticism and doubt, I might actually not be so bad looking after all.
Is this my prayer answer?
To take things easy, not to be so grave and solemn, and have more trust in myself.
While filling up shelfs for some new stuff that just arrived, a client addresses my back and comments on my car.
That is, comments on a good car that he's seen on the parking lot and has derived that is mine.
First of course confused, since I drive at least four different car and my mind is on the one that I currently drive.
Then the conversation continues on with the cars.
He keeps on staring at me waiting for a respond on some car thing he tells me which I have no understanding of.
Only some minutes later after the customer departed it came to me that he was probably hitting on me.
Vow, two guys in one week. Nice.
Gets better and better.
If only they were better looking, more my style and interesting....
The previous guy comes with the frozen goods again. I'm safe though. I'm working.
Wrong.
He comes over to the front side and buys something.
He almost accuses me of not having a brake at that time.
At least I got the impression, even though he just might have been wondering.
I try to treat him as a normal customer, but how do you let him down easy?
The whole thing is ridiculous. Laughable.
But still serious and a big problem.
So answer to the previous question, is this my prayer answer from God to find my guy;
answer is no, not if I don't want it.
He wasn't the only guy who was hitting on me that day.
So it seems I have options.
The lesson of the day might be that after all my skepticism and doubt, I might actually not be so bad looking after all.
Is this my prayer answer?
To take things easy, not to be so grave and solemn, and have more trust in myself.
Hitting on me at lunch hour...
As a teen I always pictured my life that after high school I'd go study something and meet my Mr Darcy, get married and become a stay-home-mum.
Well, that didn't really work out as I planned.
I became a sworn old maid.
Lately, as all my friends and family seems to be coupling up I've been starting to think whether to shrivel up my whole life while living with my parents until they die is such a good idea.
And yes, I'd like to meet someone who actually likes me.
So at my night prayer I mentioned this to God.
Also stating that whatever his will is, whether I end up old maid or marry someone.
After some days, I'm at work, finally having my lunch break in the personnel break room, and in walks a driver that delivers our frozen goods. He starts off by asking if he can take some pastry to go with from the table. Then he continues with asking am I the mistress of my boss and after establishing a few facts out in the open he finds out I'm single and he's dumbstruck.
There I am eating my food and he keeps on ogling me as if something strange.
Well, I know I'm a bit odd and off the average, but still when he was dragging on and on and didn't go away it started to be odd. Finally he closes the door a bit so that my boss, my brother, doesn't hear him, he tells me that he can't go away without telling me how pulchritudinous I am. (The exact word would be "vetävä").
Knowing that I'm big and odd and not that attuned to men's compliments the moment passes somehow and finally he leaves. I go back to work, giggling and wondering what the fuck just happened.
Afterwards, of all day pondering, the moment turns into couple of questions.
Was this my prayer response?
And if it was, am I supposed to jump at the chance and marry him?
Or was it just a reminder that I'm not that bad looking and I have a chance if I just take it?
Or was he just plain horny?
After analyzing his phrase above, I'm kinda leaning on to the horny part.....
But still.
Is it God's will that I take up this guy, go out with him, decide to marry and raise family?
Or is it just an option that he is showing me?
Do I have a choice in the matter?
Of course we have our free will, but since we don't know who is leading us and when, how do we know what is God's wish and what isn't?
We can choose to take the offerings that we are shown, but we can also decline from it.
But what if there won't be a second chance?
What if we are given only one choice and we blow it up just because the guy is jerk and not that good looking?
Well, that didn't really work out as I planned.
I became a sworn old maid.
Lately, as all my friends and family seems to be coupling up I've been starting to think whether to shrivel up my whole life while living with my parents until they die is such a good idea.
And yes, I'd like to meet someone who actually likes me.
So at my night prayer I mentioned this to God.
Also stating that whatever his will is, whether I end up old maid or marry someone.
After some days, I'm at work, finally having my lunch break in the personnel break room, and in walks a driver that delivers our frozen goods. He starts off by asking if he can take some pastry to go with from the table. Then he continues with asking am I the mistress of my boss and after establishing a few facts out in the open he finds out I'm single and he's dumbstruck.
There I am eating my food and he keeps on ogling me as if something strange.
Well, I know I'm a bit odd and off the average, but still when he was dragging on and on and didn't go away it started to be odd. Finally he closes the door a bit so that my boss, my brother, doesn't hear him, he tells me that he can't go away without telling me how pulchritudinous I am. (The exact word would be "vetävä").
Knowing that I'm big and odd and not that attuned to men's compliments the moment passes somehow and finally he leaves. I go back to work, giggling and wondering what the fuck just happened.
Afterwards, of all day pondering, the moment turns into couple of questions.
Was this my prayer response?
And if it was, am I supposed to jump at the chance and marry him?
Or was it just a reminder that I'm not that bad looking and I have a chance if I just take it?
Or was he just plain horny?
After analyzing his phrase above, I'm kinda leaning on to the horny part.....
But still.
Is it God's will that I take up this guy, go out with him, decide to marry and raise family?
Or is it just an option that he is showing me?
Do I have a choice in the matter?
Of course we have our free will, but since we don't know who is leading us and when, how do we know what is God's wish and what isn't?
We can choose to take the offerings that we are shown, but we can also decline from it.
But what if there won't be a second chance?
What if we are given only one choice and we blow it up just because the guy is jerk and not that good looking?
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