Monday, February 07, 2005

This Is A Game Called Cat and Mouse

Which one am I though? Not quite sure just yet. Give me a moment.

Just got off the phone with R. R asks a lot of questions, this is dangerous because I am blatantly honest and also tend to talk too much. R, by the way, is not Cute Boy. Have not seen CB recently which can be attributed to either one of two things. One: bad timing. I have been quite busy lately. That's my excuse, what the hell is his? Or two: I have already worn out my newness... also quite possible. At any rate, R is quite funny. Also a big time player. I love the challenge of bringing down men like this. They get caught when they're least expecting it. However, I know from experience that this is about the only appeal they have for me. Sigh.

So have decided to keep R as a "strictly friends" friend. He's cool. But I realize I'm going to have to maneuver him into friendship corner. Meanwhile he's trying to maneaver me into friends with benefits corner. We're both trying to outmaneuver each other and we're both quite good at this game. STALEMATE! Crap. All his questions and my big mouth could be my downfall. Curse a man with a memory. Must now resort to lying. The only way to stop the questioning is by giving conflicting information.

Somewhere in the back of my head I know I'm only killing time until, and if, CB comes round. Then R is dead in the water. Crap, am I the mouse?

I am.

I'm the fucking mouse.

Great.

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3 Judgements:

Blogger Dane said...

Being a mouse ain’t so bad.

You could be Mighty Mouse. He's the mightiest of all mice. He's even braver than the great Speedy Gonzalez.

Mighty Mouse could kick the crap out of any cat. He'd grab the cat by the tail and swing him around and around over his head. MM would release his hold on the cat's tail, sending the cat spiraling into space. The cat would no longer be.

Also, the mouse in Itchy and Scratchy always kills the cat. The cat is nothing but a pussy.

12:04 PM  
Blogger TerraT said...

LOL. Well, don't want to kill R. We actually do have a friendship and he is very funny. I just need to sidetrack him from my natural good looks. :-)

Perhaps we should be like Tom and Jerry? I'll save mighty mouse for the deserving!

4:18 PM  
Blogger Dane said...

Damn good looks are nothing but trouble. Wouldn't it be nice to be hideous. I sure would like to be a lot less attractive. To be able to walk around and not have people gawking at you, taking off my clothes with their minds.

I know that's what they're all doing. The drool trickles down their chins. There eyes bug out of their heads. I didn't mind when it was just the ladies, but now that homosexuality is becoming more acceptable it's starting to creep me out.

I should have remembered Tom and Jerry. I used to love those guys. I hope those to weren't into some sort of inter-species homosexual relationship. My childhood would be ruined.

9:32 AM  

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