I’ve been reading the early reviews of Iron Man. I’m surprised at the universal thumbs up for the movie from both comic fans and non comic fans alike. When I hear critics that have never read a Tony Stark comic saying “I can’t imagine a better action movie this summer, and that includes Indy 4,” that’s some high level of praise. I think I might go see the sneak peek tomorrow at the nearby theatre.
So…I know I have this ability to not necessarily bolt from certain potential couplings, but defnitely the ability to turn my attaction to someone on and off like a light switch making it easier for me to go from “Hey, She’s a hottie” to “Not getting any” super easy.
Today was one of those days, and this is a nice little example of the vast array of dealbreakers that are probably only important to myself.
So there’s this girl I know. We flirt. She’s cute. She thinks I’m cute. She likes to play with my hair. But for certain reasons it stays just friends in order to prevent any complications. Until today.
Today on my way to work by sheer coincidence, I end up driving right behind her. At first I was like “Hey! That’s cute.” Then I watched her drive. Her last minute brake slamming, non turn signal using, coming to a complete stop in the middle of an intersection to make a turn using ass. And just like that it went from a “happy pants feeling” to a “droopy pants feeling.”
Am I the only one where weird little pet peeves like that can totally quell an attraction?
No real plans for the weekend yet. I was thinking about finally doing the Harper’s Ferry hike.