November 18th, 2009

As I ride my stores mart cart (the electric cart old people tend to use) to its parking location I spot a few cute girls who walk by. A humorous thought goes through my head of how would they respond if I were to speak slyly in saying with a smooth tone "Hey pretty ladies". Of course they would probably laugh at me but I think the after-reaction would be worth seeing. But knowing that being in a mart cart is no way of displaying first impression, a thought then goes through my mind. "What does it bloody matter if they don't accept me while in a mart cart? Its obvious they won't accept me either way. But...but if they don't accept me at all then they are not worth the time anyways, because the love of my life will see through the mart cart and see me as who I truly am. And thats all that matters."  Love of my life...I often question does that even exist.