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Texas in winter: cold, brown, spread-out
I'm back in Texas, visiting my parents. Wheee! I brought Usagi with me. My father needs to do something to her BIOs so she can read my digital camera's data card. Or something.
I also didn't want to be without the net. T.T See how much I need you all?!?
And now, a mini-rant. Ahem. WHY do I only attract men 20 years older than me? And they're never the sexy beautiful older men, it's always average to ugly guys. T.T I was sitting at the gate in Portland waiting for my flight, sketching character designs for my manga, when the man sitting two seats to my right starts chatting with me. And chatting. And chatting. He moves a seat closer. Thankfully my stuffed backpack and coat were in the seat between us. And he keeps chatting. By this point, it's obvious he wasn't just friendly. I escape for a bathroom break, then went back to my seat because HEY crowded terminal. T.T He said with delight, "You came back!" He then followed me on the plane and unfortunately his seat in the row in front of me. I struck up a conversation with the guy sitting next to me, who ended up being much more intelligent, well-spoken, and attractive. And my age. But him? Not interested in me.
Every time I started talking after a pause, the guy in front would turn around and look at me. When we were standing up to disembark after landing, he shoved his hand in my face "It's nice to meet you!" Urgh. At least the guy next to me shook my hand, too.
I admit, I ran off the plane. I was worried the guy would offer to escort me outside and wait with me for my ride. *cries*
There was this cute guy sitting across the aisle and one seat up. He was reading a skating magazine, and had the lovely whip-thin body to go with it. He didn't look at me once. This always happens...only the icky oji-sans ever hit on me. *sigh* <:| /rant
Back in Texas. Felt like I never left. My old room is redecorated and looks weird. Braveheart remembers me, yay! It's cold here too, but no snow. I fly back to OR late Fri night.
Spicer-kitty watched me leave from the window. I waved at him. T.T I hope he'll be okay alone for three days...I left four bowls of cat food and three big bowls of water for him. *misses her kitty, so hugs Braveheart instead*
Hassan Dance icon in protest to the ojisans who invariably find me attractive.
I also didn't want to be without the net. T.T See how much I need you all?!?
And now, a mini-rant. Ahem. WHY do I only attract men 20 years older than me? And they're never the sexy beautiful older men, it's always average to ugly guys. T.T I was sitting at the gate in Portland waiting for my flight, sketching character designs for my manga, when the man sitting two seats to my right starts chatting with me. And chatting. And chatting. He moves a seat closer. Thankfully my stuffed backpack and coat were in the seat between us. And he keeps chatting. By this point, it's obvious he wasn't just friendly. I escape for a bathroom break, then went back to my seat because HEY crowded terminal. T.T He said with delight, "You came back!" He then followed me on the plane and unfortunately his seat in the row in front of me. I struck up a conversation with the guy sitting next to me, who ended up being much more intelligent, well-spoken, and attractive. And my age. But him? Not interested in me.
Every time I started talking after a pause, the guy in front would turn around and look at me. When we were standing up to disembark after landing, he shoved his hand in my face "It's nice to meet you!" Urgh. At least the guy next to me shook my hand, too.
I admit, I ran off the plane. I was worried the guy would offer to escort me outside and wait with me for my ride. *cries*
There was this cute guy sitting across the aisle and one seat up. He was reading a skating magazine, and had the lovely whip-thin body to go with it. He didn't look at me once. This always happens...only the icky oji-sans ever hit on me. *sigh* <:| /rant
Back in Texas. Felt like I never left. My old room is redecorated and looks weird. Braveheart remembers me, yay! It's cold here too, but no snow. I fly back to OR late Fri night.
Spicer-kitty watched me leave from the window. I waved at him. T.T I hope he'll be okay alone for three days...I left four bowls of cat food and three big bowls of water for him. *misses her kitty, so hugs Braveheart instead*