Garcia

Strange... Today was interesting... I work with this girl who's a real quirky chick but she's stunning, booooooooooobs, and great face, and highly intelligent... she could be a model or a great porn star, but by her own words prefers working this job. Like I said before, many think she's lesbo, but I know she's not.

So I'm at the bus stop wearing my ghostbusters shirt because I do that. And she walks over and comments on how maybe there's something strange in my neighborhood. I'm of course struggling to maintain composure, I AM NOT COMFORTABLE TALKING TO THIS GIRL, or any girl, and I'm just drawing blanks in my mind as to what to say. I don't want to say what I really want to say "let me suck yo tittays bitch" but yeah... I kept my cool and tried to act all uninterested in ramming her ass. shit was awkward...

then something funny happend. I'm a joker, ya know, I play around, so I claim to have quit the job, and she reacts emotionally saddened to hear it, and questions me on whether I'm serious or not. I melted inside...

Yesterday... like, I don't know, I did give her advice on proper hydration, right, just something I thought would help because she told me she had to pee one time, so It made sense to give her some tips on that stuff... so from then on she's been way awesome towards me, and asking me stuff and being interested in getting to know me.

Now I don't know what to do. I don't want to go crazy and try to get into her pants and then totally turn her off, but I don't want this to end, I LIKE IT. I believe after all the shit I've been through I deserve a bit of happiness, but I can't drag a girl like her onto the sinking ship that is my life. It's just that she's already there and seems to like it. She can die any day on the job, same as me... I have nothing to lose trying to get with her... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhh...

I ain't scared of trying. I'm scared of being the wrong guy for her, most of all. She deserves a super great guy. I don't know, maybe she already has him and all, but she seems to be lost on that front, same as me. as a female, she's not going to do shit squat to find a mate... man, why'd she have to get this job, and mess up my once clear head. I worked and worked and worked and muscled my way through the job in my quest to one day learn what it takes to be a pilot or whatever, and she shows up. First I see her in the cafeteria, then one day on the ramp and I teach her how we deal with late bags, then months later we're in the same zone and she's furious with me as our first real interaction, fucking wonderful... now she's turned off the psycho attitude and she respects me to some degree because I'm not just another retarded black fucker at this job... what the hell does she want? she must be fully aware of how she makes dudes feel on the job, maybe she gets a kick out of it...

so funny