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I figured out why I'm so interested in her. And why I'm not sure about her.

I can't get a read on her.

You know how in poker there are 'tells' that give away what a player is doing. For instance, one might scratch his left ear when he's bluffing. Something like that. When you catch on, the game becomes much easier.

Well, I can't read her. And I would like to think that I'm good at this. Usually within minutes I can figure out when a chic is genuinely happy and the different signals that give away when she's just putting on a show.

Her 'I don't know' and such are confusing to me. With most chics, I know whether 'I don't know' is a yes or a no. But her's...all it tells me is that she does know.

I've met my match. Someone who breaks down my methods. Scary.

Either way, here comes a boring weekend filled with programming.

Oh, and thinking last night only deprived me of 30 minutes. I made up for it this afternoon with a 2 hour nap.