swimmerguy's picture  Everything was fine on Monday. Everything
was fine, and getting even better. Then in comes life.  I can't
sleep any more. And then, the girl that I mentioned, that liked
me? She asked me what I thought, again, on Tuesday. I said
"Yeah, I do like you (as a friend, of course)" if only that last
part could have gotten out. She squealed, and ran away. And,
despite the fact that she never asked me out, apparently she
made an executive decision we were, and told everyone we are.
And that I asked her out. So, if I break up with her, I look
like a douche. If I don't, then I truly am a douche...  Then
comes the MSP, like in some of those pictures "Can you see the
Indians?" and the scene looks normal at first, then you see that
what you first thought was a cactus was an Indian in the shadow,
and there's another in the rock. And you can never quite see
them, then one sneaks up behind with a scalping knife and a
tomohawk. That's what the MSP did. I didn't see it coming, and I
am woefully unprepared.