Since then I’ve been informed that my cookies “bring all the girls to the yard” at least 3 times.

Apparently I make some damn fine cookies.

Yes this happens. To me more than once. It’s unpleasant and degrading and humiliating. It makes you feel 1 inch tall. But in retrospect, at least it gave me an insight as to how ugly they truly are. Beyond that I have nothing else to say on the subject.

She really did come in and give me her number. She even asked me to call her. It was a little weird. She flirted with me and I recognized it as such. That doesn’t happen. It really did confuse me. But I did call her.

One of these days I’ll realize it when a woman is available and there is mutual interest, and on that day the seventh seal shall be opened and there will be silence in heaven for the space of half an hour.

*sigh* I really wish I was better with the whole names/faces thing. As it is, yes I forgot Stephanie’s name. In my defense though, she left the Black Drop to work at a “better” job. I honestly didn’t expect to have regular interaction with her anymore. Not that I intentionally forgot her name, I just didn’t expect her to be more than a cameo in the Black Drop movie of my life.

Three Fourty-Seven for January 18, 2007 – Sign Of Oblivion

I felt like such an idiot because of her.

For future referance, I’m dense. Subtle hints don’t work on me. Not so subtle hints don’t work with me. I need fucking neon signs telling me what you’re saying.

The inside joke of this is that in one of the first HFR comics I read “Ian” is riding down the street singing Turning Japanese, when I wrote this I’d had Mr Roboto on the brain though. I’ve wanted to do more musical comics, maybe a few flash animations, we’ll see what the future holds.

This started years ago with the question, “why is he still a virgin,” instead of “single.” I’ll be happy when I finally know the real answer to this question. I can remember all manner of trivia, but when it comes to the names of certain females, I have a hard time. It’s probably similar to my problem talking to girls.

Du’hr… I’m a dorkfish.

I’m a pushover for an attractive woman. I put an outfit on layaway for a friend one year and don’t really know why.

My dad is in this because at for the first 12 years of my life he was a pastor, and my mom tells a story of him trying to cast demons out of her because she, “cut her hair short” without telling him.