Thursday, April 02, 2009

So I know I'm dumb at dating and all...

But if the handsome sweet actor guy in his 30s who delivers your food remembers you every time and keeps repeating "If there's anything you need help with, any HELP"...and introduces himself and shakes your hand and is happy you have fierce dogs to protect you...that puts him in the "he's into you" zone, right?

Charmed and enchanted by me? Wants to protect me, wants to save me...not your average LA male actor, right?

Maybe he can help me finish my taxes.

Maybe he can help me eat all this food.

Maybe he can help me be less retarded at dating (and I mean retarded in the dictionary sense...I'm quite behind the rest of my schoolmates).

I might have to be ordering more takeout.

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