I've got high hopes... or something.

I've got these two girlfriends, Ms. Doubtfire and Bee, both are hott cuties and way too funny for their own good.
The thing is, we never seem to get ourselves coordinated to be at the same place at the same time, but somehow, we still run into each other for five minutes along the way. It's the strangest thing, like ships passing in the night.
I don't really have any girl friends that I hang out with, but these two ladies are right up my alley. Most guys, I think, shy away from hangin' out with a married lady (me, duh). OO, J and Hunglish are about the only guys worth my hang out time anyhow and that's usually when I would see the ladies anyway.
Ms. Doubtfire & Bee are friends of Mary Jane, funny, enjoy adult beverages and the entertainment factor is 10++. Anybody who accidentally sets their boobs on fire sets the standard for people I want to hang out with. Seriously.
So how come I can't seem to get the train running and hang out with these girls? Tuesday nights would be perfect since The Mister works late on Tuesdays.
Although, now it would seem weird in a stalker-like way since I went and put it out there.
Also, there's the thought that maybe they don't want to hang out with me since it's never happened. Perhaps they've planned it that way! OMFG, they must think I'm some sort of red-shoe-wearing-tard who has no real friends and has latched on for dear life.
I need some water. My mouth has gone dry. Let this be a lesson to us all: no matter how badly your body aches -even if your fuckin teeth hurt- try not to Smoke in the afternoon and then blog; the blog simply becomes an outlet for your crazy paranoia. At least, I've got the violence thing curbed...