Question: Tracy Lane could you be more of a freak?
Answer: No. (especially when I talk to myself in the third person.)
But at least I have kept the mental lashing to a minimum in regards to the many which ways til tomorrow that I am a complete fuck-wit.
How not to be like me lesson #23: when an incredibly Cute Guy asks you out to dinner – you do what?
- you say “yes”
- “I’d love to.”
- nod in an affirmative manner
Or you could say:
- “sorry, joining the peace corps tomorrow.”
- “can’t, brain surgery in the morning”
- “nope, sorry, I am watching The Pauly D Project”. It’s crazy crack.
Dude’s got a tanning bed in his living room! I had to replay 3x because who the fuck has their own tanning bed? Oh, right DJ Pauly D…and then I had to consider the fact that I watch The Pauly D Project, not really watch more like fast forward and stop if he is:
- doing his hair
- using safety clips to pin his T-shirts tighter in order to emphasize his arm muscles – he calls this “tailoring”
- The Pauly D creepy hyper laugh
- anything involving his sneakers including but not limited to lining them up in perfectly straight lines
Pauly D is a lab rat for my OCD obession. Must google OCD of OCD because I might have that. Can one be obsessed with another’s obsessive behavior?…whatever…Pauly D is not the point.
The point is when Cute Guy asks you out to dinner YOU SAY SOMETHING!! You don’t just stare awkwardly at him and then walk away. Well, I guess you do if you are me. Argh!
That’s it. I am going to be single forever and my vagina will be placed in plaster of paris or decoupaged…people will visit it like a museum – like a T-Rex exhibit – there will be benefit concerts, similar to Live Aid, honoring my vagina, because sex with Tracy will soon be on the endangered species list…can sex be an endangered species like the Spix’s Macaw?
Okay, probably not, more like going the way of holding up a lighter during a power ballad or looking up a number in the phone book – it’ll become an activity that slowly fades away.
Stop….I will not go down the self pity sex-less path. I am picking the other road less traveled. The road that says it is just too soon. My heart is still locked down in loyality to another.
That’s why I can’t say yes to dinner with Cute Guy, not yet, maybe soon, maybe next week, maybe next month…and when I do I won’t show up with a certain man still roaming around in my heart and God help me, I won’t be wishing I was home watching Pauly D.
A wise woman once said “you can’t hurry love..” damn straight. sometimes you just have to wait.