Random Thoughts

That's the one. They could stand to diversify their names. I tried to order one a couple of nights ago and they almost made me a Jakajava or whatever they call their Frapucchino drink that sounds an awful lot like it. But it's well worth the price of admission.

 

SC is right, MM. You should ask her out.

 

It's a thought. But I'd probably see this person around a lot if it didn't work out, and I don't want to make her uncomfortable.

 

For Lakers "Showtime" fans ...

Mystery Meat, invite her to a game so she can she you in action (if you cover games). She'll be impressed.

 

I dunno, guys. I mean, I want to, don't get me wrong. But she's cute and smart and nice and I'm ... ew. Seriously. You took one look at me, you'd start talking about my great personality. 20 seconds of being around me later, you'd be writing a check to Planned Parenthood.

 

Even if she says no or says she has a boyfriend you don't have to wonder "what if?"

I'm going to quote Robby Benson in Ice Castles (OK, hurl your insults, SportsJournalists.commers!): "Not trying in wondering your whole life if you gave up too soon -- who needs that?"

 

It's funny. I think bad of myself often, but my friends often envy the way I can pick up a conversation with a woman. I obviously haven't gotten anywhere, but I do get a lot of looks from said friends when hot women come up to me, scream my name and give me a hug. Ah, if only things could work out with them.

 

So, basically, you're Ducky?

 

I thought I'd forgotten about Ducky forever, Ellis. Oy.

 

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Mystery, dance like this with her and she'll love you for life.

 

HAHAHAHA. That dude was going dumb before most of The Bay Area's hyphy cats were even born.