True Story of My Miserable Life
OK - swear to god this is a true story that epitomizes my miserable life. i have the day off of work today so stopped by my local public library to read the paper (i'm too cheap to subscribe and also like to check out the Times, etc.). I sit down in the 'newspaper area' and a reasonably cute blonde haired woman, about my age, sits down on the comfy chair next to mine - i look over and notice she's smiling at me, so I smile back. I continue reading my paper and then look up to notice she's still smiling at me - so i ask if she'd like some of the paper and she says yes. When I hand her some of the paper her finger sort of intentionally brushes against mine. I smile again and say somethig inane, like 'its such nice weather today' or something else i can't remember. she takes the bait and soon we're chatting a little and she's smiling at me sort of seductively the whole time. . .
AND THEN. . .
she says, i'm so glad we could meet like this and I say, meet like how? then she looks at me odd and says, 'you are tom aren't you?' I say, no my name is Ray. And just then a guy who i had noticed sort of lurking around behind me at the newspaper racks turns and says "I'm Tom" She looks at me, half-smiles and says something like "we met on-line and we're meeting here for the first time." then 'Tom' gives me a kind of dirty look and says to the woman, 'let's go somewhere more private'. . .
And there I am left with my paper and a kind of deep empty feeling in my gut. . .
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