Strange

I got a call from Pickle. Yes I have chosen to code him "pickle". Don't judge me.

He is very.....strange. He had a thing....A pretty big thing.....for slim and for a time I honestly thought he was madly in love with her which was only destined to turn out tragically considering who slim is and the stigma around her (she's like Mary in the movie "there's something about Mary"). He once approached me and wanted to "chill" but I laughed it off and thought he went away and for a time he did. Then out of the blooming blue, he calls today. For no good reason. One thing leads to another and there it was. He said he wanted to "kick it" with me on a deeper level. Huh. Said I was a nice girl who seems complication free. Huh. Said he'd always been attracted to me. Huh. OK, how do I miss these things? I got off a very long call with him finally without having to say yay or nay because he said I would probably shoot him down anyway. He assumes this. Huh. I'm not interested in him in the least, if anything I am a bit wary of him but the fact hat he would simply assume I would be so vain as to think myself above him and "shoot" him down? Huh.

As if my night wasn't weird enough with that call, an hour later my phone rings again and it was Shy Guy. Last time I spoke to the boy I called him to say hi and he acted as if I had some mutant form of the ebola virus (whatever the hell that is. No I have no idea even though I am African. Bloody pricks.) that was contagious over the phone lines and he got off the phone with the quickness. So I was surprised. And he really had nothing to say. Acted upset the entire time. The whole psychiatrist patient thing happened again and he told me at length again why his life was so miserable. Then I asked what made him call me and he said he was just flipping through his phone, saw my number and there was no one else to call. Fab. Just fab.