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Social Moth
Dec. 4th, 2006 10:46 pmI think the hotness fairy must have visited me in the dark of night while I was sleeping.
In two days of work, I had four separate guys ask me for my phone numbers, and another one gave me his phone number with the note, "Call me some time on it". Another, while I was getting the food bagged, asked Vanessa if I was "old enough".
Vanessa was gloating and laughing all night long about how much I was getting hit on.
I've had two guys tell me I had a "cute smile", and one of them asked me to smile for him again when he left.
Then today, I dressed to the nines because I was feeling kind of down and figured, "Why the hell not?" So I put on a tight, low-cut white button up shirt, a black skirt that hit mid-thigh, some hose (I hadn't shaved my legs), and some black high heels. Topped it off with some makeup (just foundation and some light lipstick) and a tan trenchcoat and walked outside.
I swung by work first, to find out when I had to come in on Wednesday, and a guy held the door open for me.
"Thanks," I said, ducking inside.
"How are you?" he said.
"Fine. How are you?"
"Fine. You look good."
"Thanks," I said, mentally tacking on, 'not that I asked'.
I went to school next, and passed a guy talking on his cell phone. I went to sit down in the hallway when he hung up and walked up to me.
"You look too good to be sitting on the floor. You need a chair or a desk," he informed me.
I kind of laughed it off, but he went and got a chair for me. It was kind of awkward, sitting in the hallway on the only chair with everyone else hanging out on the floor, but I couldn't really refuse.
It's really weird and I don't understand it. I mean, honestly. I look in the mirror, and I think my face lost that extra baby fat I was carrying around, and my bangs give me this Farrah Fawcett look but nothing warranting this.
Took some pics of me in my outfit today. When I get them developed, I'll post them and let you be the judge.
In other cool news, I finished my last test in zoology in under five minutes--and got a 99. I went to turn it in after four minutes (48 multiple choice, 1 short answer, 5 definitions), and he said, "Oh, did you find a prob--"
I turned it in, and he stops.
"No. You're finished. Of course." Louder, he tells everyone, "This is why you don't have a curve this semester" and points to me. Cheryl rolled her eyes and Mr. Chandler laughed. "Ah, Cheryl's, 'I can't believe this' eye roll."
"It's ridiculous," she muttered.
I always finish first, but usually it takes me at least fifteen minutes. My lab practical that I blew off? 81.
Aaand my manager wanted to take me bar-hopping.
I also got bored today and was dressed up with nowhere to go, so I went to HEB and talked to Jacob, who is this guy that used to work at McDonald's before I started. For some reason, he always made sure to wave at me and smile and ask how I was doing, and even knew my name and recognized me after one meeting. Since then, he's just come through the drive-through, but he's always really friendly. William thinks he's going out with Jerry?
But anyway, we talked for a while, and I bid him goodbye, then I went to Dollar General to look for some stuff. I got kind of down about then, for no real reason at all, so I went to Target and looked through the Christmas decorations and such, which cheered me immensely.
So... doing well. Doing really well. I feel good.
In two days of work, I had four separate guys ask me for my phone numbers, and another one gave me his phone number with the note, "Call me some time on it". Another, while I was getting the food bagged, asked Vanessa if I was "old enough".
Vanessa was gloating and laughing all night long about how much I was getting hit on.
I've had two guys tell me I had a "cute smile", and one of them asked me to smile for him again when he left.
Then today, I dressed to the nines because I was feeling kind of down and figured, "Why the hell not?" So I put on a tight, low-cut white button up shirt, a black skirt that hit mid-thigh, some hose (I hadn't shaved my legs), and some black high heels. Topped it off with some makeup (just foundation and some light lipstick) and a tan trenchcoat and walked outside.
I swung by work first, to find out when I had to come in on Wednesday, and a guy held the door open for me.
"Thanks," I said, ducking inside.
"How are you?" he said.
"Fine. How are you?"
"Fine. You look good."
"Thanks," I said, mentally tacking on, 'not that I asked'.
I went to school next, and passed a guy talking on his cell phone. I went to sit down in the hallway when he hung up and walked up to me.
"You look too good to be sitting on the floor. You need a chair or a desk," he informed me.
I kind of laughed it off, but he went and got a chair for me. It was kind of awkward, sitting in the hallway on the only chair with everyone else hanging out on the floor, but I couldn't really refuse.
It's really weird and I don't understand it. I mean, honestly. I look in the mirror, and I think my face lost that extra baby fat I was carrying around, and my bangs give me this Farrah Fawcett look but nothing warranting this.
Took some pics of me in my outfit today. When I get them developed, I'll post them and let you be the judge.
In other cool news, I finished my last test in zoology in under five minutes--and got a 99. I went to turn it in after four minutes (48 multiple choice, 1 short answer, 5 definitions), and he said, "Oh, did you find a prob--"
I turned it in, and he stops.
"No. You're finished. Of course." Louder, he tells everyone, "This is why you don't have a curve this semester" and points to me. Cheryl rolled her eyes and Mr. Chandler laughed. "Ah, Cheryl's, 'I can't believe this' eye roll."
"It's ridiculous," she muttered.
I always finish first, but usually it takes me at least fifteen minutes. My lab practical that I blew off? 81.
Aaand my manager wanted to take me bar-hopping.
I also got bored today and was dressed up with nowhere to go, so I went to HEB and talked to Jacob, who is this guy that used to work at McDonald's before I started. For some reason, he always made sure to wave at me and smile and ask how I was doing, and even knew my name and recognized me after one meeting. Since then, he's just come through the drive-through, but he's always really friendly. William thinks he's going out with Jerry?
But anyway, we talked for a while, and I bid him goodbye, then I went to Dollar General to look for some stuff. I got kind of down about then, for no real reason at all, so I went to Target and looked through the Christmas decorations and such, which cheered me immensely.
So... doing well. Doing really well. I feel good.
