Sept. 3/2003 Let me reveal a snippet of my life to display the miserable results of cockiness and games mixed with love. An interesting combination it is, as much as it is painful. He came across my attention when he was holding the door for me politely and pulled a few very witty comments. From that day on he and I made casual glances followed by short conversations. Sadly enough thats all it took to get me hooked and I really pushed it. A sharp razor blade tongue was all the beauty that he possessed and was all that took to make me lose my mind. I put my heart on my sleeves and right away let him have the high honour of being one of the rare gentlemen to have my crush. Like a little prissy school girl, I giggled and gossiped. When I saw him, I would do little stupid things like the most stupidest spelling mistakes or mistaking left and right, and in turn he would make sharp remarks to redicule me. No, not even I am a match to his razor blade tongue. Not even close. His essence can make me baffled and speechless and right away transforms me into someone I am not, the ditzy bubbly and clumsy blonde. I pride myself into being witty, intelligent, patient and graceful. All shining attributes that I can never highlight in his presence. If that wasn't wierd enough, he would also play wierd games. You know the one where the guy is across the other side of the room pretending that you don't exist, and making secret glances, and the girl would try to catch that glance but while she is trying to do that the guy would make it look like she is the one who is staring. It's a game for immature people who are looking for cheap thrills. IT was his game. Amongst all the insignificant chaos I was busy being occupied with, I noticed the other girl. The one that wanders off with him to mini escapades and shows up with him to work both holding their coffee cups that was purchased from the same store. I felt a lot like Cynthia Powells, you know John Lennon's first wife that he rejected for that ching on crack (Yoko). It's a funny story. It's a typical story. It's a story that usually ends up with violent vengeful sequels. But not this time. I've learned to laugh it off, I also learned he was a lot shorter than me, so all this emotional effort into him was only good to bring semi-entertaining drama into my job.

-I'm Vanessa