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i'm tolerant. sometimes too tolerant. i like to give people (certain people) a chance not to be the idiot-ass, annoying dumbfucks that i think see them as. It rarely happens. still i sit there nodding and smiling or gazing blankly at something...anything...other than the object of my annoyance.
DF: "you're quiet."
me: "huh? (brain translates from blah blah blah to english) yeah, i am."
me: "i just am. always have been."
~~short pause: this is were i hope...no pray DF wanders off to the men's room and forgets to come back.
DF: "what are you thinking about?"
my brain: "TELL HIM!! TELL HIM!! TELL HIM YOU'RE THINKING HE'S A DUMBFUCK AND IF HE DOESN'T LEAVE SOON YOU'RE EYE'S ARE GOING TO START BLEEDING!!
me: "huh? (stalling for time) oh... (dammit i got nothing) nothing really."
DF: "awww come on. i know you're thinking something. tell me."
me: "i'm tired really."
DF: "so, are you seeing anyone?"
my brain: "SEE!! i told you to tell him to fuck off. but did you? NOOOO!
me: "not at the moment."
DF: "can i have your number?"
me: "no. i don't give that out."
DF: "can i give you mine?"
me: "you can if you want but i won't call."
DF: "why not?"
me: "i just won't. i never do."
DF: "how can i get a hold of you."
my brain: "oh jeezus
me: "excuse me...."
this is where i wander off to the men's room. i figure it's safer there.