Well, it's official, women, when it comes to being hit on... or sought after for that matter, are complete morons. I have a friend, we'll just call him Han Solo. He was spending probably a good four to five weeks trying to get this girl, we'll call her Leah (Lay-uh, I think that's how it's spelled, anyway). Then one fine day he goes out on a limb and asks her out. She says no. Now this girl... Leah, has been, like, into him, hanging around with him, laughing at all his jokes... you know, the whole nine yards... he even asks and takes her to the local get-together (We'll call it, the Cantina) and then they have a lot of fun... but obviously that isn't enough for this chick.

No this is not about me.

I have to put up with the fact that I'm too subtle. Girls never know when I'm hitting on them. It sucks. Kinda like Blink 182. Thats why I like Thrice. They don't suck. I'm going to go and drum along with Thrice.