Not Being Crazy. It's Not a Small Thing.

Yesterday I told Stephanie that some chick at the store was hitting on me. However, she was totally messed up in the head. When Steph asked how I knew, I said because she was hitting on me! I do not have a track record of attracting socially functioning women. But that's probably my own fault for projecting a false image of stability in all the wrong places. Kind of like taking a keg to an AA meeting. Well, that and the fact that I am really not flirt worthy. But I prefer not to dwell on that.

Paradoxically, my wife is not crazy. But come to think of it, she never really hit on me either. She just sort of stuck around, and put up with my sexual innuendos. So I hugged her and thanked her for not being crazy. After all, that was one of the reasons I married her. Well, that and the whole love thing.