Tobin and Erin

That’s a good movie. Haven’t seen it in AGES, lemme tell you.

So, I got really tired of not knowing that guy’s name at work. So I did what any logical, sane person would do. I made one up for him. Let me ask you…if you could pick ANY name in the world for someone, what would it be? You see, this was quite the puzzler for me. I mulled about it for a while. I finally came up with the perfect name for my ohsohot mystery man.

Polonius Rafael. Wow, doesn’t that just ring of greatness? What, weird you say? I had SO MANY names to choose from! What could I do?

For reference’s sake, check out Hamlet (the one by Shakespeare, not Veggi Tales). And the Rafael just flowed. Yup.

Ok, the VERY DAY I finally made up this name, I learned his real one. Matthew. Matt.

Mine was better

Sum-uppance of life: Went to the fair. Saw elephants. And Krystal Tabor. And Weider-man. And John Mickhva;h;fa;h. Oh and I workedworkedworked. And told a guy no when he asked if he could call me. Aren’t I sweet?

See ya later!

Still don’t know his name. But after the absolutely thrilling experience of being waved at by him the other day, guess what???

He spoke to me today!

He accused me of hitting his car. And the car of the lady he was talking to at the time.

Wow, I have such a way with men.

Just so you know, he was just kidding, but I was so swept off my feet by his wit that I proceeded to attempt a giant step over a compressor’s tire and promptly go stuck, ending my not-so-graceful move with a jerky little hop. That one never fails to impress the male species. I try it all the time. Needless to say, I mumbled something incoherent and fled the scene, cheeks red with mortification.

I may never resurface at work. Lol, it was HI-larious, gosh darn it.