Twice. *Twice!* in one week this has happened.

Mike is in social situation. Mike meets girl. Mike and girl spend all night talking and laughing and having great times. Mike apparently misreads signals and gets hopes up. Girl mentions boyfriend/girlfriend/fiance/vows to the church. Mike goes home upset and confused.

This time her name was Tina. (and I didn't even know any Tina's before tonight) And she is incredible. Cute, yes - but a personality and sense of self to die for.....

And die I did when Johnny Meathead came over to say hi and subsequently got introduced as her boyfriend.

Godfuckindammit.

Why can't this be easy? In the cartoons, you just look for the member of the opposite sex that is your species and looks almost exactly like you.

Mickey had Minnie. Donald had Daisy. Mike needs his Molly. (or Mary, or Maggie. But no Margarets please.)

sleepy time,

Mike