Windows open in Winter? That's crazy talk!

Two stories today:

Last Tuesday, I was driving to work, and following the proper driving procedures, turn signals, stay in lane, you know. I turned the corner to approach the parking garage on the left. A guy flew around me on the right, cut me off, and pulled into the garage ahead of me.

Of course, I yelled, "Fucker!!"

Both mine and his windows were down as we were preparing to grab a ticket from the feeder. Fortunately, the other driver ignored me, and proceeded into the garage. My passenger, on the other hand, did not. Drew reminded me that I should proceed in traffic as if my windows were always open and maybe not shout things. It's as if he reads this blog!

Last Wednesday, I was walking on Vine street to catch the bus home, and the intersection at 7th is a little dicey. Drivers tend to run red lights, so crossing on the "all clear" is dangerous. One of the cars raced across the street on the red, and stopped in the crosswalk.

I yelled, "Nice stop in the intersection, NUMBNUTS!!"

His windows were fortunately up, since he looked kind of scary. The pedestrian walking next to me did not have windows, so he clearly heard me. It wasn't a complete fail, though, since we struck up a conversation as we continued down Vine for a couple of blocks. Nice guy.

:P

Witgen, Ann E [8:51 AM]:
look at the little note next to my name on communicator
Smith, Jason T [8:52 AM]:
you're in timeout
Witgen, Ann E [8:52 AM]:
still?
Smith, Jason T [8:52 AM]:
1 week
Witgen, Ann E [8:52 AM]:
ok, fine.
(sulks in corner)

So I realized after the guy left that he was totally flirting with me. I am oblivious and he didn't even get my name. He does know my destination. Craigslist?

Valentine's Day

So, in honor of the sucky weekend to come, I thought I would waste this space on my love life again, or lack thereof.

Wow, that sounded depressing.

In reality, I'm not depressed. I am fully aware that it does not exist, but I'm having such a good time living my life every day that I'm not sad in the least. I have experienced a pang or two in the past week when I realized that Sunday was the holiday. And, yes, I am one of those people that are in the camp who believe it is a manufactured-by-Hallmark holiday. But still, when I have several couples solicit my advice for what they should do this weekend, I get a little frustrated that I don't have any plans myself.

Instead, I seem to collect crushes. I have a lot of male friends, even more so than female friends. I prefer the company of guys for the most part. There are several that are single and that I would not mind if they asked me out. Hence the tiny crushes. I figure, if I enjoy their company now, wouldn't it be even more so if the next step was taken?

I realize I have created a vicious cycle in this. I prefer hanging out with guys more than girls, so I hang out. They in turn see me as one of the guys, and keep me firmly in the friend zone. Then, when it comes time for any of them to date, not only do they not see me, but they ask me for advice or to act as "wingman!"

To close, I send a silent prayer out to the interwebs- send me a man!!

Not really, but I wouldn't mind if one of my friends set me up. I'm sure if had something/someone else to focus my energies on, I would be able to eliminate the tiny flutters I experience.