A coworker asked me what I am doing for the Long Weekend. My response was 'Vegas!'... this was the conversation that followed:
Her: Don't let them have all your money!
Me: Oh, I don't gamble at all. I drink.
Her: Oh, so you'll just hang at the nickel slots?
Me: No... at the bar. Closer to the alcohol
Her: You are going to pay for drinks in Vegas?!?
Me: No. I'm a girl. That's why God invented boobs.
She had no response to this.
I then went home and signed online. A 24 year old I used to work with IM'd me, catching me off guard. Apparently he thinks I am 'awesome' and wants to take me to dinner. I am being courted by a fetus. Oh and while sitting outside at a restaurant the boy who most recently broke my heart got stopped at a stoplight 2 feet away from me. It's been that kind of week.