One in the Morning Fun

So tonight I hung out with a couple of my friends, and we watched The Exorsist. Don't ask me how they got me to watch it. I HATE scary movies. I can literally count the number of scary movies I have seen in my lifetime on one hand. But anyway, after being freaked out, scared, and spending most of the movie hiding my face behind a pillow, I was ready to go home. My friend Katie had brought me to Daymon's house so I had to rely on her for a ride home. Well, she basically passed out and fell asleep. Thankfully, Daymon offered to take me home.

After telling Daymon bye, I went inside my house and was greeted by my psycho puppy. Not long after sitting my stuff down, I decided that I needed a drink (not alcoholic). So I jumped in my car and drove to the Kum and Go just down the street even though it was one in the morning. I went inside and paid for my Dr. Pepper.

When I left the store, I saw a guy probably around thirty to thirty five years old scratching lottery tickets against the propane tank cage. He was kind of creepy. I had to walk past him to get to my car so I just walked off of the sidewalk and went directly towards my car. Well as I passed him, he asked how I was. I told him I was fine and asked if he was having a good night. He said that it was going okay and I made the comment that it would probably be a lot better if he won. He chuckled at my statement as I started to get in my car.

Then he surprised me. He asked if I was single. I panicked, but within a second came to my senses and said that I wasn't single at the moment. He looked disappointed as I got into my car and told him to have a good night. After that fun conversation, I went home and drank my soda happily.

One in the morning is definitely an interesting time in Springfield. Surely God will forgive me for that lie. Being asked out by a creepy man who was probably twice my age at one in the morning outside of a gas station is not my idea of romance!

The Hot Guy...

So, I am not boy crazy. I never really have been, but there is this one really hot guy who works at the Kum and Go by my apartment. My friend Rachel actually said something one day about a hot guy at a Kum and Go. I asked her to describe him, and sure enough, we were talking about the same guy. Now we joke that we share him as a boyfriend.

Last night I had to get gas so I went to the Kum and Go. Of course, I always hope my hot guy is working. Sure enough, he was. So I immediately hit the "Pay Inside" button and got my gas. I am at that gas station enough that all the workers at least recognize me. I went to the counter and he asked how I was. I said I was good and asked how he was. He said he was great and smiled at me as he handed me my change and told me to have a great night. I know this may sound like a typical clerk/customer conversation, but you had to be there. He wants my body. Ok, maybe not, but I can dream!