that's the problem with living vicariously, isn't it?

i receive the following text message from S, a lovely, caring friend of mine: "i hope you have a better weekend than last so i can read a great blog entry come monday!" naturally, he has my best interests at heart.

sadly, his message made me realise that my best hope for the weekend was, in fact, the video store guy. not one to ever wallow in self-pity, i go down to the video store to see what i can sort out. as i walk down the avenue i imagine the witty anecdotes that i will be regaling him with in order to seduce him into my bed. (seriously, they're good ones, too.)

you can imagine my disappointment when i arrive at the video store to discover that the video store guy is not there! but worse, this is a pattern - it's the third time in a row that i have been to the video store and he has not been there. could he be avoiding me? i mean, what else can a video store guy possibly be doing, except working in a video store?!

i start to wonder: has he been put off by my borrowing of only tv episodes? after all, not all men are into quickies. maybe he prefers a full feature-length show. come to think of it, maybe he's having it off with a chick who hires dramas. or romances. or jane austen movie-adaptations. like ten of them. at once. even though they're only weekly hires. wow, he is so not my type.

but my weekend is still shot. sorry S.