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4.24.2003

jbl called me about the comment on the below post and reminded me of my inability to woo the ladies with my non existent math skills. so, in an effort to make the story less painful i will just re tell it.

we went out on one of our saturday night Henrietta crawls last fall. I had been single for a good 4 months at that point which is an all time high., and as you will soon see, it is better off for the girls of the world that i am not still loose and on the prowl.

so there is this EXTRA cute girl, all sexy with her bed head/ guinea pig hair thing going on, her "Italian Stallion" tee shirt, shes tall (mmmmm tall girls) and sort of boyish and i am instantly in love (or as in love as you can be after 6 beers and a few shots of tequila) and she keeps looking over and then calls me over to her.
GIRL: hey.

ME: "your not really Italian are you"? (referring to her tee shirt and blonde hair).

GIRL (as drunk as i am): "well actually I am 5/8 italian".

ME: "well thats not much"

JBL (jumping emergency-style right in between us and looking at the girl): "she doesn't know anything about math",

JBL (turning to me): "dumbass, 5/8ths is MORE than half"

JBL looking at both of us: "now, talk about something else"

we continued to talk for about an hour, i find out she is a math teacher.
and i ened up walking away without getting the digits
which i think, in the end, is better. i wouldn't have been able to keep up the charade of having a CLUE about math for very long.
my self-depricating tale of the week...

.: posted by landry 2:58 PM

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