Panera

Sitting in Panera today, having my usual Bacon Turkey Bravo. The pickle really sucks today. I’m just kinda staring at it. It’s one of those slim little wedges of a pickle that is too flaccid to hold up under its own weight. I can’t even justify trying to eat a thing like that. Women who have men with performance anxiety, I feel your pain.

Is it completely tasteless to hit on a girl who is with her mother? Or is it only half tasteless? Either way, apparently today is “cute girls go with their mom’s to Panera day” because this place is crazy. I guess it’s like the last supper before starting the first day of college on Monday. They all look kinda young. The most beautiful girl is sitting directly across from me. Long black hair, light olive skin… very attractive. She does have a slightly larger than average nose, but for some reason I’m always attracted to girls with big noses. Is that because my mother had one? God, I hope not. Anyways, I wish I had a camera attached to the lid of my laptop, because this girl is really good looking enough that it should be catalogued and saved for posterity.

I’m actually amazed lately at the sheer number of women in this area. Any place I go, women easily outnumber the men I see at a ratio of 4 to 1, I would estimate. Any guy you see is usually with a girl, so that keeps them from every really gaining in number. With these kinds of odds, a man should simply not be single. I need to find a way to use this to my advantage.

P.S. Cute girl across from me just got up and made definite eye contact with me on the way to throw away her trash. Way too much makeup. They never look as good up close. A cuter one just walked by and smiled, too.