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Flirtatious Fiascos

November 2, 2008

Posted in: Marfa, TX

Holy Macaroni! (the elbow kind),

I am de nouveau entrenched in man fandangos! It seems I can never shovel my way out if this never- ending ditch. It is turning out to be my very own Journey to the Center of the Earth. Mon de dieu, ce que c’est fatigant!!! (All of you that speak French, kindly ignorez-vous the spelling).

Il se fait que while I have been most unsuccessfully lusting after my Deutsch darling, one of the cooks at work has, lord knows how, fallen under the charms of my spaz attacks. Perhaps he thinks I am a French Fox? Or a Brazilian Beauty? More likely, an Average American. I shall never escape my common birth! It appears that I have made a trend out of dallying with the little Marfa Mexican boys in my place of employment (he is # 3. Mon Troisieme wetback! No, I’m not racist I swear). Also, I must mention that he too is 18 (jail bate). And, for the kicker…He is best buds, permanent palls, with my splendid German. Pourquoi?

Yes, yes. Le problem is not so much his interest, but the fact that we seem to have palpable chemistry. Tangible, I tell you. And so, logically, he is, for lack of more elegant terminology, “into it.” But I, illogically as is my way, maintain that even though he of the kitchen and I have enriched-plutonium grade elements floating between us, and he of the Nazi’s and I have zilch, I shall keep desiring the latter. I have intellectualized an Ein Kinderspiel (no brainer) into a pretty pickle. Bleh. Last night, my admirer even made me gnocchi! The lovely boy. In sharp contrast, Deutschlanderin did not even greet me when he came in ( to make plans to “hang” with aforementioned chivalrous chef, it you can believe the weirdness). Why can’t I like my Latino lad? Why must I want the awkward Eastern European? This, dear sister (if you are taking the care to read this) is why I will forever be alone. Not because of my granny bun. Because of the mess of brain matter that lies beneath it!

Boy, I can hardly wait to go into work tomorrow! Let’s just hope that I don’t start an intercontinental war. With my social ineptitude and frazzled attempts at flirtation, tout est possible!!!

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