Twilight Zone
by , 06-07-2007 at 11:20 AM (1353 Views)
I swear I live in the Twilight Zone.
First, the phone rings and I, thinking it is a telemarketer (they're the only ones that ever call me), answer with a curt "Hello". The woman on the other end says "Hi, I'm a recruiter for Said Technology Agency and we came across your resume."
Initially I am shocked (an employer other than Walmart who is interested in me); then I want to (as Dostoevsky says) "melt into the earth" from shame.
I apologize profusely for being rude and tell her I thought she was a telemarketer. She laughs and understands.
Then I check my Vampire Freaks account and some New Orleans guy wants me to model his bondage furniture. I am both flattered and horrified. The other day the lead singer from Doomsday Refreshment Committee flirted with me (after his second comment I realized he wasn't just doing the obligatory "Thanks for buying my album"), which did alot for my self-esteem since I feel old, ugly and unwanted.
I guess I really do scream "FREAK" cos only the freaks are interested in me. That, and a guy on MySpace who has, like, 1.5 million beautiful women as "friends", which totally disqualifies his opinion, if you ask me. I want to be one of the few, not 16,562 out of 1.5 million.
Okay, enough with my pathetic romantic life. Oh, brother.



