I haven't been running in a while. A friend of mine, let's call him Mark, said something about how I change myself to fit this image of what I think guys will want. This statement can be true, but is inaccurate in it's present context. At any rate I've been second guessing every decision I've made since I started seeing Dan. From running to going to school to changing my clothes and hair, everything must be re-examined. Do I run for my self? The answer seems obvious but it's not. Am I running to better myself for me, or better myself for Dan? Am I cutting my hair for me? Or is this yet another attempt to gain his attention? While we're on the subject, I'd like to know what I have to do to get him to care about me? I told him yesterday that I was awfully stressed. I told him three times. Not once did he ask what about. I know he's not supposed to be a mind reader but has he ever heard of empathy? Better yet, has this guy ever even been in a relationship? Of course he has. Which brings me to my next question, is it just me, or do other girls have to deal with him not caring? The question then becomes is he worth it? At this point in time, at the rate we're going, I have to say yes. There is something there, something that no one else has been able to offer me. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is but all of these silly little things I get upset over seem so futile in comparison. Am I good for him? Probably not. I doubt very much that the thought of me being "the one" has ever crossed his mind. I presume he's looking for some chick in grad school, who skis, who can carry on an intelligent conversation with he and his smarter- than- you'll- ever- hope- to- be- friends. Pretty much the exact opposite of dear sweet Jen.
In other news, The Creature continues to haunt the office. I asked Ryan the Temp if he still smelled an at that time, which was around ten in the morning, he said no. But after a few hours alone in there with him, he came back to say that in fact, The Creature still smells. Did I mention this dude is married? I can't imagine any self respecting woman condoning the god awful length of those nails. I just can't. So I've chalked it up to him being married to a bear. It doesn't matter what kind, probably Grizzly or Black, but really, nothing within my species would ever take a vow to love and hold him, for better or worse [hair days] blah blah blah.
Nicole (my "cave" mate) and I were laughing terribly hard today. I've been watching a lot of the Office (season two)lately and I can't help but say, "That's what she said" after almost everything that anyone says! It's such a good time. Anyway, today Nicole is putting on her antibacterial stuff and some of it falls on the floor. So she says, "Oh man that was slippery. So slippery in fact it just slipped out!" She set it up perfectly for me! What else was I to do? I couldn't resist and she knew it. "That's what she said."
**Final Thought**
Grape Jolly Ranchers don't taste like grapes. In fact, they don't even smell like a real grape. Have you ever noticed how they do that. Same with apple. But I'm on to them!!!!
