Frightening Ideas

There is a work related post on the way, as it was an interesting day. However, for this post I'm going to take a piece of said interesting day and spin a different post out of it. Now it is no secret to you, my readers, that a) I am alone right now, and that b) I'm not all that happy about it. Having said that, however, I have found that unhappy though I may be, I can deal with it. This isn't my first time at the rodeo, after all. The people around me, on the other hand, find my situation to be even more troubling than I do, and they seem to be taking it upon themselves to work on it.

So today at work Cooter and I were discussing something and the idea popped into his head that I might like one of Amy's friends. This friend of Amy's is a girl that he doesn't especially like, but as I've always been able to get along with Amy pretty well, and in fact better than he does, he thinks that I might like her. And I kind of half-listened to this idea, knowing that it's almost certainly not a good idea, but thinking nothing will ever come of it. It's just idle chatter from a meatball.

Except he sent me the address of her Myspace page in an e-mail. Just for curiousity's sake, I went to the page, which has this girl's location listed as West Virginia. So I wrote back: "Um, I hate to be a killjoy here, buddy, but it seems she lives pretty far out of town." Ok. That settles that. He wrote back saying I should add her, and -- this is where it gets scarier -- Amy says it's her. They're BOTH in on it now.

One of Amy's friends. Can there be a scarier proposition than that?

So the other night when I talked to Jen, she asked if I was involved with anyone, and I said no. "Well, I'll just have to see about fixing you up with somebody then, Sparky."

AAAAAHHHHHH. There *is* a scarier proposition.

Back to work today. In the afternoon, and I don't remember how we got to this point, Christy was working just next to Cooter, which is on the other side of Cooter than where I am. And I heard him say something like, "Say do you have any single friends who might .... ?"

At which point I loudly interjected: "Cooter, you fucking dumbshit, I'm not a fucking charity case."

And Christy said, "Yeah! He's not a charity case." See, Christy always has my back.

The world, though, is becoming a very scary place.