Monday, June 30, 2003

I invited one of my coworkers out to lunch. Subway. We spoke of relationships. At one point I felt it was like a date. The stuff we were discussing made it seem so. I spoke to her about Amber.

I told her I loved Amber big time, that I used to have a job as part of TV audiences and that I was paid six bucks an hour, saving every cent, depriving myself from fast-food and drinks, regardless of how hungry or thirsty I was, in those late nights where the streets of Hollywood had me waiting at a bus-stop for a full, dirty bus to take me home. I needed the money to go meet her in person; she was an online love. Up until a month before our meeting was to take place, I had saved about 500 bucks, which I ended up spending on other things because she was mine no more.

I also spoke to her of Nicole, the girl I’m planning on remaining faithful to. She asked if it’s hard for men to be faithful. I responded that to me it was (BUT ONLY A BIT!), and that in my opinion most young men are not. (“Laura En America”, a talk-show in spanish equivalent to Jerry Springer, must be having its effect on me if that’s far from the truth.) I reiterated, however, that in the end I’ll remain so. Nicole is worth it, until she decides to mess up on our thing. 😀

She also asked what kind of girls I went for. This question made it seem as if I was being interviewed to marry her, or something. Knowing that Amber and Nicole are white, she asked if I only went for white girls. I responded that I’ve kicked it with all types, brown and white, short and tall, skinny and fat, cute and not.

I wonder if I passed the test. (KIDDING!! ::kh::)

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