Gift

Hello again. A janitor has come back from visiting his son in Japan. His son is a college foreign exchange student there. The janitor gave me a doll. My coworker was standing next to me so he explained that I had asked for a doll before he left. He said he got it at a fleamarket and paid $5 for it. I said it was pretty and he is so sweet, I love it. He is sweet. He later showed me photo prints taken with his digital camera he found in the trash, so there is no instruction book for it, which means some are bad photos. He is as bad as my brother about taking pictures. Every nook and cranny, door, roof beam, drainage ditch, and pathway had to be photographed. He goes on about their hotel and dorm stay, the places they ate, the subway and bullet train, and the Japanese toliet. He talked about his son buying $28 chocolates for a girl he likes, but she says he is like a brother not a boyfriend type. Yeah, I would not spend any money on someone who rejected me. The janitor thought his son was still trying to get her to date him. He must be one of the people who feel the need to be treated like dirt and only love those who reject his affections. I am more the Ava Gardner character in The Aviator: I don't want any diamonds or sapphires, You can't buy me like you buy everything else. That is my personality. The janitor said I am the only one who neatly put the pictures back in the folder. I am respectful and considerate of others. That is probably why I don't have a boyfriend. The guys I know want free maid service or a snobby bitch. I am neither. Post later. Bye!