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Jul. 13th, 2003

orinoco77: (Default)
I've just got home. I accompanied an extremely nice young lady. For the second time, mind you. She doesn't remember the first. She's a friend of my friend Matt's fiancée and, to put it mildly, she's gorgeous. So, of course, when asked if I'd make sure she got home, I leapt at the idea like a hungry rottweiler at a toddler.

I got her to the best place in Wigan to hail a taxi. At this point she began to talk of her boyfriend incessantly. Is this a reflex? Is there some instinct in women that says "don't talk about your boyfriend, or even the possibility that you might have one, until you've scored a lift home, and from that point on, talk of nothing else."? If so, I think it's extremely unfair and I'd rather like some compensation.

I dropped her off at her house, which was ridiculously posh, only heightening my frustration.

I think I'm just going to give up. It would seem to be the path of least resistance at this point. Why bother? If I want to be shat upon from a great height, I'll just go to Blackpool and wait for an obliging seagull.

*grump*
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I've decided to actually do something to stop spammers sending me the piles of crap they otherwise inevitably send me. To this end I've installed a spam filter. Unfortunately it only seems to work on one of the addresses I've told it to watch. *sigh*
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I could be Michael Essany. I don't normally watch this show, but it happened to be on my telly and I was drawn in against my will. He's got a guy on the show who I recognise, but I've no idea where from. Anyway, they're in the local mall and Michael has been coerced into trying to get girls phone numbers when this exchange happens:

Guest: Ok, so write down the number!
Michael: Hers or mine?

Awww... bless.

The other guy is very funny and seems quite genuine and human, a rare quality among talk show guests. Anyway, I've just laughed far more than is reasonable, mostly because I could totally identify with the unreasoning panic on that poor boy's face.

They should teach getting girls' phone numbers in school. It would really help.
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