My Supposed Hotness

Josh came in the other day. The groovy one(not that the other one isn't groovy, so be not offended un-groovy Josh).
He was asking me how I was and everything and I told him I was sad that softball was over. I didn't mention the fact that my social life joined softball and is now over, too. He said,"Yeah, me too. You were getting really good."
Me:"Uh-huh. Thanks..."
Josh:"No seriously! You were awesome!"
Me:"Thanks, but you don't have to lie. I sucked!"
Josh:"Who's lying? Plus...you're freakin' hot!"
Oh geez. Why oh why? I again called him a liar and told him to shut up(I am getting much better with this whole assertive bitchy thing....not that I should be proud of being a bitch...but sometimes I am because I've spent the last almost 22 years being a doormat). The guy's like 30-something. He does have a way of making me laugh, though. [side note:Thomas there is nothing to worry about. My parents would like him even less than they like you, plus, I'm not interested.]
My face turned all red. I think that's why they do that. They like to make me blush. It's so annoying. If only that was sexual harrassment. It's not really though, is it? If he told me I had a nice ass (ha ha!!) then that would be sexual harrassment, right?
Anyway, it was annoying.
Okay, now I have to go do stuff before I get ready for work. Gr. Work. Actually, I like work. Last night I was SO bored that I went to the library. Yeah.