Between the old men and the guatemalans I'm getting tired of being hit on. Why can't one nice hot blonde ask me out and that'd make up for everything... But no, I must endure the torture. I'm getting pretty damn good at turning people down though.
The good news is I might still stand a chance with my attractive fellow coworker. I caught him lookin a couple times. Of course, he came up to me and I just stood there like a dumbass. He was being too sweet for me to use some dumb pick up like. And if I don't have some lame joke, I got nothing.
An old guy said something to me last night that made sense. He asked me out for dinner and of course I say no, but after he asked he said this: "Well, I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. When you don't ask the answer is always 'no.'" It's really true. I just need to learn to develop that attitude. It seems that I only have the courage to really make any sort of advancement is when I've been fueling up on liquid courage all night. Since drinking isn't allowed on the job I guess I'm going to have to buck up or just accept the loss.
So someone was complaining about my skirt once again... Damn, just leave the fat girl alone with her cookies. It's a casino, not Disney World. Makes me feel like dressing up like one of those Las Vegas showgirls to just spite them. People always have to have something to complain about and I seem to be an easy target.
Time change is going to have me screwed up for the entirety of this week. Lucky me.
Gonna watch more Ghost Hunters and drool over hot Steve... nom, nom, nom.
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