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Name: Adam
Gender: Male
Interests: Let me tell you, there's nothing more therapeutically feel good than going for a drive, many people take it for a menial task. It's pretty damn good.
Tennis is a nice sport, pretty damn good, please contact me if you wanna swing a few sets.
Women, there's no creature more finer and sophisticated than a woman. That's all i have to say.
Expertise: Giving a damn.
I'll get back to this someday
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  DangeruzAnimal
Yahoo:  jackofdiamonds130
Member Since:
8/4/2005
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| Damn it, I am no better than Mike. I'm always bashing him when he misses out on the opportunity to get to know a lady a little more.
The following took place between 5pm and 6 pm
After spending nearly a half an hour at the Office Depot picking out some large capacity binders, I had to pick between two lines. One was a early middle aged black lady who was handling an order. The other was a cute brunette who was just about to finish up with a customer. So win win goes through my head "pretty chick, shorter line"
Pleasantries are exchanged and I hand her my debit with ID... and thus it begins
Her: Nice driver's lisence photo
Me: Thanks (Are you hitting on me?)
Her: So are you still in highschool
I give her a friendly smirk that says "You silly girl"
Me: Naww, this is like my third year of college (I say third instead of 4th just because i feel partially ashamed for wasting a year. Well at least she wants to get into conversation)
Her: How old are you?
Me: 21
Her: Well at least you look young. People think I look 16 (You're definitely young sweetheart, but 19 year old girls and 16 year old girls look the same)
Me: You're 19?
Her: Yeah (Good, you're not a whiney little high school princess)
Her: I turn 20 in October, I can't wait
Me: You can't wait till 20? You can't do anything then. *friendly chuckle*
Her: Yeah, but it means I'm closer to 2
Her: I told my parents I'm not coming home that night, I'm going to bars, strip clubs, the works...
Me: (Hmm a partier ehy? that can be more bad than good) You should go to Cancun or something
After the transaction
Her: Have a nice day
Me: You have a good one
So obviously this could have had a way better ending. "have a good one?" Ugh, dumb brain froze up. This chick would have totally called me back if I gave her a number. This is the second cashier chick I should have gotten a number from, and a better reason to cause I'm home as appose to "Mindy" from Oakland. Just gonna blame this on Mike, whatever disease that makes him make horrible decisions regarding women has no infected me.
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| Alright Tuesday, what did you do? Something hideously wrong. I know you're crazy about "her" but you're not even sure if she even remotely feels the same towards you and she's three states away. I'm taking away your man card. Next time when an attractive female gets that flirtatious with you in such an amount of time you are obligated to attempt a phone number. You could have been on or will have been on a date with an attractive cheery brunette about now. So if she shows her sweet face in that forsaken restaurant again in your presence you will die by my hand if you do nothing, you hear me?
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| WO-man. It's like the only thing I can write about in Xanga is about women and whatever else that it is that I write about in here. I ran into Lambert twice this week who I haven't seen since high school. I heard he became a cop but couldn't believe it till I saw it myself. But what caught my eye was another figure clad in Anne Arundel County civil service blue uniform. What I totally found was the most gorgeous paramedic in the whole county. The bad thing about uniform is that it hides the finer shapes of a woman. Very good presence about her, she was this smiling, lively, just this radiant force of good shooting out from her gorgeous blond head. She even made a joke comment about the incoming drug overdose on its way to the hospital. I missed it completely, I was way too busy checking her out to notice what she said. The satisfaction that she communicated with me was pleasure enough. What was your name there Angel? Ignore me while I stare at your right breast for your name plate. Holly O'Neil, more like Hotty O'Neil.
Thank you 400lb person, making Fire Dispatch forcing the paramedics to stay in the hospital to assist in the unloading. So while the 10 of us are busy trying to a situate this large individual on the hospital bed. As everyone gathers around to lift patient from the stretcher to the hospital Hotty takes the patient's personal belongings but needs a place to put em because she's gotta go help lift. I see her angel face doing a 360 around the place looking for place to put em down. The next thing I know her eyes land on me and she extends the worn down shoes of this 400lb+ individual, who has some pretty small feet for their size. So I'm "I'll hold anything you want gorgeous" in my head.
So what can I tell without even having a complete conversation with her? She's extroverted and friendly from her demeanor. She has the ability to kick it and be "one of the guys" from her interaction from her co-workers. She's got to be intelligent in the books and with people from her job choice.
Not only is this blondy a new heart throb of mine, but a role model. Many people I hope to bring to the hospital for the slight chance that I could run into her again.
Mmmm Mmm Mmm. Thank god for good women.
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| I practically aced my last two exams. One big things was missing though when I stepped out of the class room. That overwhelming feeling of joy. I'm done, It's over for the summer, you get to see more of your friends now. What's the matter? It's not the fact I have to go down to the station more, In fact, I look forward to it. I'm even working less, weekends only. Maybe my pleasure pumper is out of whack or something. Come to think of it, even when I found out I got accepted to Paramedic school, my life career goal. I gave an unenthusiastic high fist pound. When was my last moment of joy?
Most recently, probably watching Speed Racer. What does that say about me?
I sure as hell have no idea.
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| So one of two things were going to happen this year. Either I got into the paramedic school or I was going into the military, my supreme back up plan. Well, I got accepted. Great! No need for option 2. Except for the fact that I was going to enlist anyways as soon as got out of college.
Since the month of November 2007 I've been not clandestinely, but discreetly working with a recruiter to ease my transition into the military upon my failure to continue my existing degree. So just a couple days ago,my recruiter tells me that I disqualified from joining any federal branch of the armed forces. Just because of my eczema, my least deadliest medical condition. Not only is that so, but it is on the list of un-waiverable medical conditions. So at every major career/academic decision I ended up making I've always had two options. My first college choice, The Virginia Military Institute vs. another college. When I couldn't think of college to go to, it was the Navy. I applied to Towson and UMBC, damn Towson wouldn't take me and I thought "Here I come Navy" well UMBC said yes and that's where I goofed around for a year. And now this. So had I actually chosen any one of those off paths that I didn't take, it wouldn't have mattered because I wouldn't have been able to take them anyways. It's like everything has been steering me away from it. Why? Who knows?
There are two very similar things in my life, the military and women. Something that I would very much like to have in my life but for some reason I can't have and remains ever elusive.
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