After I hauled my sleep deprived body out the door for work, I stopped by the drive thru at Wendy’s to grab some grub on the way. I started making my selection and then began wondering why they couldn’t seem to hear my order. Then I saw the reason why: I had pulled up in front of a trash bin and mistakenly thought it was the intercom.
Whoops. 
You know it’s stupidity like that that reminds me of why I can’t get a woman. Who wants to be with an idiot like me? 
That’s why I’m banking on the sympathy factor, in the hopes that I will find someone who will feel so bad for me that they decide to stay with me just out of pity.
Well a guy can dream at least. 
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So you’re pitching the “I’m a project” angle? There are women out there who LOVE a good project.
Problem is, what happens when they consider me a completed project? Will they still stick around, or will they move on to another lose… uhhh project?
Classic case of overthinking the cycle of re-production. Try some dating sites, you’ll find a reliable baby making machine in there somewhere
Don’t mention it, glad I could help 
Or were you trying to find some excuse at work should you under-perform coz you stayed up late?
Why, boss, my breakfast came from a trash can. As they say, rubbish in, rubbish out.
You definitely need sleep…and maybe try McDonalds drive thru next time as their trash cans are way more obvious!
@Reformed: Haven’t been reading this blog long have you, or you’d know never to suggest I use a dating site. So let us never speak of this again.
@Sicarii: Nah, everyone knows I never do any work, so no need to make any excuses.
@buffy: Mickie Ds don’t use trash cans. Makes me wonder about things too.
Ok that’s nothing. One of my friends and I were out driving around late one night a couple of years ago. We were sober-oddly enough and the city we were driving around in is small- with mostly stop signs. We stop at a red light, sit there, sit there-all the while chatting about stuff and we both look up at the same time because we were wondering why it was taking so long for the light to turn green. Then we understood. We hadn’t stopped at a light- we were at a stop sign-the light was a block ahead. We had been sitting at the damn stop sign for about 5 minutes before we realized this. We laughed so hard after the fact we almost got sick. So trying to order food at a trashcan isn’t the worst you could do.
@Beth:
Too funny, and yeah you’re right, it wasn’t the worst thing I could have done… assuming somebody didn’t videotape me of course.
There has got to be a dippy gal out there for you some where. lol
@Rose: Too dippy people come together might be dangerous though.
If I were you - which I’m not thankfully - I’d probably use a dating site.
Now why didn’t I think of that.
Oh yeah, I did! 
The problem is I’ve tried several major dating sites, and I keep getting matched to the same people. Not the same kind of people, I mean literally the same people. I think the dating pool online isn’t nearly as big as I’d like it to be. The math tells me regardless of what site I join, there’s probably a pool of only 10-20 people that I’ve already corresponded with, tried to contact, or who I declined for various reasons. Very depressing.