Sunday Sunday - can't trust that day...and poo

i agreed to sunday. i don't know what's going to happen, but i can't go through life knowing i didn't give it everything i had. keeping the options open though.

Boy called again last night. poor guy. if he hadn't told me about the frat, i might have been more open to hanging out more. UNTIL...last night he said, "hey, my roommate is cooking - do you want to come over?" i was almost considering it until he continued, "i'm going to bust out my hookah too. do you like to smoke hookah." sigh. so close. so i made my excuses and got myself out of it.

this band thing is getting annoying. always rescheduling. now they might want to make it on thursdays. we've only had 2 rehearsals, so i'm not looking to our first show.

i had lunch with She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named today. we'll call her Nameless for short. HILARIOUS conversations. she was trying to give me advice on how to have game with men. since i have absolutely zero. she was telling me to not talk about things i usually talk about - poo being one of them. Nameless goes on to tell me her story of how she learned the hard way that boys do not want to talk about poo.

Nameless: "It's really great being here with you"
Boy: "Yea, it's awesome. Tell me something funny!"
Nameless: "Ok, i'll tell you a story about my childhood."
Boy: "awesome. you're beautiful."
Nameless: "well, when i was 4 years old, my mother told me i had parasites. [at this point i couldn't stop laughing] she took me to the doctor and the doc said they needed a poo sample to see what kind of parasites i had. she gave me a plastic cup, and i had to try and poo in it. i tried really really hard! but nothing came out. this was in El Salvador, so we didn't have the bathrooms like we do now, so i was in the backyard trying to do this. well, my little brother, who was 1 at the time, saw me struggling. so he ran into the kitchen, grabbed a plastic cup, and ran back out with a big ol' long piece of poo in it, showing my mom that he could, in fact, poo in a plastic cup."
Boy: "uuhhhh."
Nameless: "turns out i had tapeworms."
Boy: "ok. i have to...uh...go...somewhere."

and never called her again.

Now although i think this is one of the funniest stories i've ever heard, i think my poo poem is not as vulgar. and believe it or not, Nameless seems to have a grasp of the "game" as they call it. so she's now my relationship guru, and i'm not going to do anything until i run it past her first.