I keep coming up with stuff I think will be entertaining to blog about while I am at work. Then, when I get home from work 6 hours later (like right now)... the inspiration is gone. Time for a new blogging app on my phone.

I've come up with my strategy, should I ever try to hit on a girl in a bar. I've thus far avoided this, because it really seems like a poor way to meet someone. But now I confidently have something in my back pocket, should I see a girl who just looks irresistible. I'm not sure whether I will introduce myself or not, however, I will pretty much start with the joke: "Two atoms bump into each other. 'I think I lost an electron' says the first. 'Are you sure?' says the second. 'I'm positive.' replies the first." Then I will walk away. If she is weirded out, well, then she is like girls who actually get to know me. And if she laughs, and comes to talk to me... Jackpot!

I like Red Robin. They have a chicken sandwich with pineapple and teriyaki sauce that is delicious. More importantly, at least at the one nearest my house, every time I go, they are staffed almost entirely by cute, near my age, waitresses. I say almost entirely, because of course, every single time I go, I manage to get the one girl who doesn't fit either of those descriptors. At least, until yesterday. Yesterday, I show up, and miracle of miracles, I manage to get a cute waitress. Not only is she cute, by near my age... but she starts flirting with me. Until, of course, the girl that I am having dinner with gets there. Life and I really need to get our timing synced up.

I was given a tip by Brent to put a blog up about how urination and revolutions are the same... so there is that. Sorry, I still got nothing.

Ladies: Guys aren't really that complimented when you describe them with the same adjectives you would describe your puppy with. Example: Cute.

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