Dodging a bullet

I forgot to say that yesterday when I was walking by Cheesecake Factory, I saw this waitress, Melissa, whom I only see once every ten months on average. (See entry 10/4/10.) She's renewed in the database.

Mommy insisted on buying me two new pairs of shoes because mine look like they need to "retire" and she knows I'm too frugal - or economically sound, as I prefer to look at it as - to buy for myself. Then we ate dinner at Rubio's.

The hostile manager at Teavana wasn't at the store, so I drank more of their free samples just to spite them.

I had the high ground walking on the second floor when I looked below and saw my stalker from Hot Topic walking with a lady friend on the first floor around the Target territory. Later, in the territory nearest the In-N-Out, I was on the first floor and saw her approaching when I swerved to the right and avoided eye contact. Finally, walking through the In-N-Out, I avoided eye contact once again as she was sitting in a booth and I was on my way to the Americana. Therefore, I proverbially dodged a bullet thrice. Ryan-3, stalker-0.

At Barnes & Noble, that ethnically-ambiguous looking chick, Monica, was working ... and she got extensions! Monica's short hair was stuck in this phase where she was too lazy to competently style it and it was barely long enough to tie. It would look normal only when tied. Like I've said, her cute face alone compensated for it. Now with her hair a foot longer overnight and rocking the geek chick glasses - and noticeable confidence in her smirk - I can't wait to bust a #3 to her. Many inferences can be made about her self esteem for wanting such a drastic change.

At the gym late at night, though it's customary to allow at least 24 hours of recovery time for any muscle, I worked the full body again with light weights and high reps.