I didn't like Napolean Dynamite because I didn't get it. Maybe that should have been an indication on how much I'd like Nacho Libre. There were some great facial expressions, and the message was nice, but I couldn't wait for the movie to be over. And Jack Black has inverted nipples.

Yesterday I was at the supermarket, and it was that cashier again. I once knew him when I was in university. We met through ASFO. I am not sure if he recognises me from those days, or if he recognises me from shopping there. One time I was there with UnPorsche, and Cashier Boy got all flustered. Yesterday, he said to me, "maybe I won't be in the express lane  next time." What was that supposed to mean? I usually use the express lane.

Why do I get hit on more often when I am with a guy than when I am by myself? And what do the guys I am with think when I get hit on in front of them? I usually just laugh it off.

I am starting my pole dance classes again tomorrow. I have missed them. I am not sure how I feel about starting from the very beginning again. I hope I won't be too bored, but I would like to build up the strength again.

And Cute Butt Boy didn't answer my call or give me a call back tonight. I wonder what he is doing...being drunk, perhaps? Or who is he with?

One reason why I will never do the online dating thing again is that I've become very mistrustful of the guys I meet. Half are players. The other half are clueless about women.