Josh the bartender (at my dad and I's usual bar) called me sweetie and babe tonight. I find it hilarious that a bartender uses pet names for me, when he knows my name is Amanda, and I don't have a boyfriend to do that. Jamie and Josh make a great bartending duo. Young, handsome, and good with the young ladies, older men and everyone in between. I also saw a kid I went to junior high with. He worked in the attendance office and used to make fun of me because all my readmit notes were from my orthodontist and I had big honking braces on my teeth. Not to mention I wasn't very pretty back then. I saw him the summer before junior year in the drive thru to Weinerschnitzel. He's a handsome guy, but annoying as fuck back in the day. I hope he didn't turn out that way after high school. Jacob kept saying I should have gone up to him and said something. Jacob also thought he was gay and was looking at his butt, so I'll take that comment/suggestion worth a grain of sand.

I'm home on a Friday night. I went and spent 4 hours at a bar with my dad and a 21 year old who thinks he's 40. Where's the 'loser' stamp when you really need it? It's not possible for me to meet anyone, is it? Is it that I'm such a loser than no one even tries? I'd like some answers.
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Some comic on tv: "I went to a nude beach the other day. Word of advice to the men: relaxed beach mode isn't your best side. 'Nice ham and eggs you got there, Jim. Why don'tcha throw them back in the skillet and take them out when they're done.'"
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