The year has flown by but this week seemed to last a year. It was a very dense week. I did a lot of thinking this week. I did a lot of doing this week too. The first part of the week when I was consumed with engaging in yet another tete a tete with with the dog walker, this time over his pilfering of my poo bags, I realized I'm more than a little petty. And vindictively passive aggressive. I would rather turn off the water to the toilet than ask a person not to desecrate my bathroom.
This week, I have used the phrase "I will end you" in conversation and even though I was simply recounting a story to someone about something annoying that happened, recalling the situation actually made me want to pistol whip someone in the mouth.
I also gathered further anecdotal evidence to support my theory regarding the Random Dude Index (RDI) which postulates that when I look put together and feel comfortable, random dudes notice me enough to let me know even though I'm not wearing revealing or suggestive attire. Sometimes it's the street sweeper, "Damn, girl, you just sexy." Today yet another security guy in the building asked me out. Other times it's a statement about how they would walk in the rain with me if we were together or some other comment that alludes they would love to do 'x' thing if they had someone special to do it with. A firefighter asked me to dinner (not sure why I let that one get away, he was actually cute with a sexy job). A homeless man offered to be my dog and get on all fours and bark for me. Charming. The point is, I can validate my feelings about how a particular outfit suits me through the RDI. Pay attention ladies. If you notice an correlation between an outfit and an uptick in the randoms trying to "get wich you" your stock is rising on the RDI.
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