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As if you care about my dating life! But since you're reading this dating blog....

Thursday, February 12, 2004
Bastard Therapy Must be Working 

Obviously these drugs the shrinks have given me at Bastard Addiction Recovery are working. How can I tell? Because my bastard quotient is on the rise. It's as if bastards can sense that there's a new Mad Dater. Yes, I'm feeling better and I feel my Bastard pulling abilities increasing again. On top of that my "Bastard on a Bus" factor, has risen by 300%. Usually only about 1 bastard a week hits on ya girl on the bus. This week it's up to three. Usually I have my "Don't bother me Bastard" armor on: ie - head deep in a book, furiously writing, sleeping or walk man pumping. This usually signals to a Bastard, "Don't bother this girl."

But these tactics seem to not be working now. Case in point: "Mumbles Bastard". He whispered something to me, just as I was putting my head down to get a nap. I looked at ya boy and gave him the old school "What you say?" (Anyone who went to college with me, will remember the Jazz professor who was going deaf and would always say that when asked a question - God rest his soul - BTW - what's up with Al Sharpton speaking at Reunion Weekend??). "Mumbles Bastard", whispers to me, "What's your name?" But just to mess with him I say louder, "What you say?" . So he repeats himself, I tell him my name and he asks if he can talk to me. I was thinking, "Dude, didn't you just see me laying my head down to go to sleep? Beat it buck-o." But I politely said "I'm sorry, I'm about to take a nap. Maybe next time."

I sense this is just the begining...

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