so there's this guy that i always see at the bus stop. we both sit across from each other every night and he finally said something to me last night. but the crazy part is...he started talking to me like i was interviewing him to be my boyfriend or something. he was like "my name is jeremy, i'm 22, i work at the hospital, i catch the bus cause my car is broken down. i live by myself." blah blah blah. i swear, he said all that in one sentence. i would have been a little interested but there was just one thing...he looked just like my brother alan.

he looked so much like my brother that i was so comfortable talking to him. i'm usually all shy when i talk to people i'm not really close with, but i was just talking my head off to him, like i hadn't had anyone to talk to in months. i think he kinda likes me, but i ain't even goin there with him.

but you know, i always hook up with these successful, so non-thug guys. that's what i attract. good cause i don't like thugs anyway.

the funny thing is, there were two really ghetto girls in these tight jeans and tighter weaves sitting near us, but he decides to come up to me in my business slacks and dress shirt and dress shoes and talk to me. that's what i'm talking about. that's the kind of guy i like. the kind that doesn't even pay those ghetto girls no mind.

since i've moved back to charlotte, only guys will talk to me. i can't talk to these girls. i need some more female friends.

anyway, i'm goin to bed.

jenny "fish hook" jenn jenn