I feel like my life is a soap opera.

Well, not really, because I don't have a twin sister who was in a coma and has now come back to kill my half-cousin-twice-removed who is also my boyfriend, whose love child I am carrying . . . or is it my uncles? But, I do feel like there are so many crazy developments in my life lately that I never know which ones to share with you all and the best ways in which to do it!

I'll start with the easy stuff. There is a new guy at the Restaurant, and let me tell you, the ladies think he is Hot Stuff. There was much discussion today about the his deep voice, his tanned skin, and his shapely derriere. (That part I just don't get- I really am not a girl who checks out a man's behind. It is probably the last thing I would ever look at in a guy! I guess I just feel that having a great looking ass is our territory.) He's nice, I guess, but a little too quiet- not very outgoing or friendly or funny. . . maybe all that will come with time. Overall, he's just not my type.

Apparently our new friend doesn't feel the same way. It would seem that I am very much his type, and he spent the whole day following me around, clearing and wiping my tables, and asking me questions. All that I could handle. Things got weird, however, when, after having spent some time on the staff phone, New Guy hung up with a triumphant smile and promptly asked me if I had any new tables. I checked, and as I did have a couple, headed out into the restaurant.

One of said new tables was a two-top, two strapping young men who were very polite and ordered ice waters and a couple of causal entrees. As I was punching everything in on the computer, the guy on the right called my name.

"L," he said, "is there by any chance a new guy working today?" I nodded. "Oh. That's good. How is he doing?" I replied that I hadn't really spent much time with him, but he seemed nice enough and was learning quickly.

This is the strange part, Readers. The guy proceeded to grill me on how I felt about New Guy, about his looks and his manners and his work ethic and his attractiveness . . . it was the most uncomfortable moment and I tried to get out of it as soon as possible. The guy finished by asking me to send New Guy over.

I went to the back to let him know that someone was looking for him, and New Guy broke into a huge smile and said, "Oh yeah! I know! That's my roommate!"

Readers! Is this not completely inappropriate and abnormal? New Guy recruited his roommate and a friend to come in on his first day and interrogate one of his brand new co-workers about his sex appeal! I think that is so. weird.

I will try to write the rest of my soap-opera day to you later tonight. For now, I am off to work on a midterm paper that is due in a couple of days!