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Tuesday, September 02, 2003

Episode 2...."Player gets Played"
Right...so we all know how this goes. Lacy is really a big pushover and she does the mature thing and is civil to Josh today in class. Which of course leads to slight conversation, amusing conversation actually. We're all sitting in lab discussion the various jobs we'd like to be emplyed at soon when I chimed in with "You know, I really don't wanna work at all" being half serious, half joking of course. Josh's reply was "You know, you don't seem like the 'working' type of girl, you seem more like someone who is going to be taken care of." Now from anyone else, I'd have probably not thought twice about this remark, but from the ultimate chauvinist, I was highly amused. I sarcastically retorted, "You know what Josh coming from you that really means alot." I think he was offended (oh how sad) but I smoothed it over. Which maybe I shouldn't have done because then his 'other' personality came out, you know, the sweet, cute, bashful Josh. This same Josh waited on me after class, talked to me all the way to my car where he then informed me I was taking him to his car across campus. Which of course going back to that pushover thing, I did. I guess I owe him one, he did take me to my car that one time. Anyway, I must say it's quite interesting looking at it with a whole new point of view, those 'rose colored glasses' have been shed and maybe there's room to be friends. I don't know, I might make him fill out an application.

Girl: do you think I seem like the kind of girl that would hold down a job and support herself, or the kinda girl that needs a man to take care of her?
Boy: I'm not sure.... on one hand you have the so independent exterior, and yet sometimes you act like you just want to be taken care of
Girl: hmmm...

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:46 PM


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