There's my cue

Yeah, so it was about 4:30. I'm standing around, just bullshitin' with some of the guys from work. Then she walked by the window. The short cute lil thing. Well her stalker (I still don't know what she thinks, just what I'm calling him) said...."Well there's my cue" Turned around and walked outside behind her.

Now you might be thinking that I'm jealous, well I'm not. I'm just sick of him acting like he's a dog in heat. Hell, he's over 30 years old. I try hard not to be a "typical guy", and what do I got to show for it? Nada....nada mucha. I guess I'm just getting bitter in my semi kinda not really old age. Maybe I just don't know.

Nice guys finish last.....fuck that! I may not be first, but I sure as hell aint last.