I do not consider myself to be an overly attractive individual. I would call myself “average-looking.” So I was rather pleasantly surprised this week while walking to lunch with one of my co-workers. We were taking a shortcut down a side street, and an older male and an attractive younger female (my guess was anywhere between 25 to 30-something years old) were walking towards us. She turns, checks me out, and smiles. I was so taken aback by this, since it never happens to me, that I was suddenly unable to finish the sentence I was in the middle of speaking.

I probably wouldn’t have said anything to her anyway, but since I’m now dating someone, I thought it would be highly inappropriate. And yes, I did tell my girlfriend about the mystery woman. She thought it was kinda funny, after asking whether I thought mystery woman was cuter than she is.

Oh, I won’t come around that easy. Bad blood runs deep. In a way, I feel sorry for Red Sox fans. Their entire lives (for pretty much all of them) have been spent lamenting about The Curse. They held it as their reason for being, even moreso than Cubs’ fans and The Goat. So now that The Curse has been lifted, Red Sox fans really have nothing to live for. So do me a favor: kill yourselves. Now. Unless you’re a Kerry voter, then kill yourself after voting on Tuesday.

And does anyone know if MasterCard came to collect from all of those people who appeared in their commercial about Red Sox World Series tickets? They’re due lots of cash (from $200 to somebody’s life savings), someone’s brother, and I believe someone’s first-born child. You all know how tenacious the credit card companies can be when they’re owed something…