I’ve been without a Mrs. Saturn for a bit too long if you ask me. Ironically enough, as I posted that, a walked into the other room because I heard the doorbell. It was my roommate’s (read: ex-girlfriend’s) ride to go out to a club tonight. They were dressed… oh, what’s the nice word for it… skankily for the occasion (not because they’re skanks, but rather for the sport; the women around here like to call it “getting whored up”). I’d never met the woman before, but I knew she was coming, and why. She looked at me and said “Is that your white Nissan outside?” I said “yeah, why?” thinking that this might not have been my roommate’s ride. She says “cause that Unreal Tournament logo that you have on the back is FREAKING AWESOME.” At this point my roommate comes in, introduces us, and is about to leave, when I say “oh, and thanks. A lot of people notice that thing.” She responds “but how many of them are women in corsets whom you’ve never met before?”
Cause she’s taken, from what I’ve been told. Again, I met this woman for all of about 45 seconds before they left, but my room mate had told me before that she’s engaged to be married, and her fiance is in Iraq right now.