Alright, did Wednesday's stuff, felt good. Hang looking good still even though it's 30 out... workout later, post later.
Also, I do believe that chick digs me. Playful slap on arm, waving, big smile when I ran into my work yesterday to see if I left the wallet there. I play it cool, yet can tell.
All positive signs, yet in the back of my mind there lies a voice. An evil voice that makes me feel as if I'm interpreting everything wrong. Maybe it's a voice trying to protect my state of mind. Maybe it thinks I can't take the rejection after having someone I really, truly loved loathe me so. Who knows? Either way, this voice must be silenced!
I have already since been shut down a few times and it didn't hurt. So that may not be it at all. Maybe it is my own insecurities with myself.
I look better than I have in a few years, not just in my slacks, but all around. More muscular, more fit, and happier than I have been in a few months. Although I do smoke now, that will be cut back once my work hours go back to normal in less than two months. But why the insecurity? Lord only knows.
I just don't want this to end up like another after-the-fact things. I can count on two hands how many times I have acted too slowly or not at all because I believed I was misinterpreting signs. Christ, in high school there was a girl who obviously liked me, and I her, but because of my pussyfooting around, I lost a chance with her.
Maybe it's cause this girl is sexy. Damn sexy. I mean, you must have a wonderful ass to look good in our work pants. I got a great bum and it looks like poop in them. But she is really freakin' sexy. She is one of those girls you just want to fuck the sh*t out of over and over again.
So I say screw that voice in the head. I'm stepping it up and really gonna go all out with the flirting. Nothing stupid, like dropping my Magnum on the floor, but the flirting I'm good at. Being funny, silly, and playful in a semi-sexy way. I say to you, yet again, that voice that haunts my thoughts. I say to you, 'Leave my head! Leave my head so my love life sha'nt be dead.'
Anyway, now that I got that off my chest...PE TIME! (I'm trying to get back to being a good writer, so if you guys noticed my post getting... well, being different than they use to, that's why.