1. Friday, April 6, 2007

    the mars volta show was pretty great. 

    we took the subway and walked what seemed like ten blocks. i guess i wouldnta noticed if i wasnt with a girl. the strange part was walking there i liked her and walking back i didnt.

    which didnt mean that i wouldnt have protected her any less if anything crossed our path. to the death. to the pain! but i did walk a little bit apart from her.

    we stopped off at the subway sandwich place where they have several different kinds of breads.

    she said, my friend told me that im a “solid 8”. can you believe that?

    the girl is stunning, but so is a computer monitor when you first get it out of the box. soon it becomes just a computer monitor.

    she said again, can you believe that?

    i was all, well, there are no tens.

    shocked she said, thats what he said.

    and ive gotta deduct a half point for not being the slightest bit lesbianic and a half point for not being into anal. which makes you an 8 before we even really get started.

    i took a bite out of my footlong. ive been getting footlongs lately. they still cut it in half for you though.

    when i looked up i got the sneaking suspicion that i had offended my date. her mouth was wide open and she hadnt even touched her side salad.

    aparantly no one had ever even joked about her being less than a ten, which she was, despite her radical heterosexual leanings. the anal could be worked on.

    no baby, youre a ten. have no fear. i just dont think i can date a yankee fan.

    and later we split a bowl of soup.