And Then God Made The Red Head, And Thought It Was Good...

You know how some girls will dress up all nice just to get noticed but never do? Yet everyday they continue, even though deep down inside they know that it's most likely they remain invisible for a long while? It's called effort, and hope...also determination. I am one of those girls.

Everyday, I dress myself up, and go to work in hopes of finding a mate. Like an animal in the Savannah. I will stop at nothing. My determination would be effective if it actually worked...and yesterday out of all days that I didn't dress up, waltzed in the most gorgeous of red heads I had ever seen.

Cover of The Terminator [Blu-ray]

Yesterday, the day I wasn't planning on going to work but spontaneously showed up to do two worthless hours. I purposely looked disheveled, like a tornado had passed through me at least 20 times. I knew the time would pass by fast and it was late; no angel sent from God would think of passing by my shameful vicinity...or so I thought. There he was, deciding on whether to get Angels and Demons or The Terminator.

I would've personally chosen The Terminator, of course.

But then a thought passed my bewildered brain.

"Even dressed up, a God such as this, would never look my way."

He was way too close to perfection for me. I realized that I would've preferred Mother Nature to have made me the Black Widow that eats her mates than the human being that has to scout about an eternity for one. If it were like that, I think romance would be a lot more simpler for women such as myself. Black Widows mate more than once, so whenever they feel the lonely void, they just find themselves another schmuck* to bone, then when they're done. Boom. The penis has been removed.

Ah, but I'm not that heartless.

In the end of the day, I can usually tell what kind of a man the Red Head is. All because of the movie choice.

He picked Angels and Demons. Tom Hanks really lowered his standards for both the first one and the sequel. If he would've chosen The Terminator...well, it just shows that he likes classics. And good ol' Arnold.

I suppose it never mattered whether I dressed up or not. But there's nothing wrong trying, right?

I bet there's a Black Widow in all of us...not like that has anything to do with anything.

Ha...