No, that is not the opening of a joke. However, he truly is one in his own right. He imed me early this morning. He said he's tried calling me several times. And yet, amazing that my phone does not ring with his number. Hmmmmmm. He said that the first time he called it an asian woman answered the phone. Well, that's not me. And now he tells me that I have a message saying "Hey! Leave one!" When would I ever say that on a message? Yeah. I know.
And so begins the whole "why do you think I don't want to see you?" bit. So sad. I know he doesn't want to hang out because any guy intersted in a woman can get a number (from a computer im) correct. And since this has gone on how many times over the last year(?) I just don't get it. I mean I know its a game but can't figure out why he won't admit its a game.
Weird.
Here's the im conversation:
Italy: hey. how's it going?
me: good
Italy: i called you the other day & an asian woman answered. it was so weird.
me: then you still don't have my number right
Italy: no because it said "hey. leave one"
me: nope
Italy: it sounds exactly like you!
(keep in mind we have not spoken in over a year.......he has no idea what I sound like)
me: I don't say things like "leave one"
Italy: Do you not want to hear from me? What are you doing today?
me: working
Italy: Do you wanna meet up for lunch?
me: Fine
Italy: Be excited. I want to see you. Don't you want to see me?
me: Where are you (expecting a 5-borough locale)
Italy: Mineola
me: oh
Italy: Would you mind coming towards me? Where do youwant to meet up?
me: Pick a place & let me know
Italy: Okay that's fine
me: Have a good one and maybe I'll see you later
Italy: you too....hope to see you later
Lengthy pause
me: And you still have yet to ask for my correct number or give me your's. So
do you see how serious this 'meeting up' thing really is? bye
Italy: will I be able to get a hello kiss.........
(I did not reply seeing as he is so full of___________)
Italy: I take your silence as a yes!
And then he signed off. Why? What? Huh?
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Elodie ROCKS! (aka: The Best Shut Down Ever!)
I had the most awesome time watching this week's episode of "The Hills". Why? Elodie. I have liked her from Day One that she entered the picture. She comes across as smart, thoughtful, and has a great sense of style.
Bolthouse had an opening for events director and Elodie mentioned this to Heidi (aka....waste of space). She pointed out that she has been there close to three years and felt that she had proven herself worthy on numerous occassions. Heidi's wheels started turning & she belived that being there 2 years qualified her to run for the position as well. Ofcourse, weasel Spencer was more than happy to encourage her to apply for the job.
Shocker! Heidi got it. Poor Elodie.
Anyway--back to this week's episode. Heidi arrived and work, plopped down on a couch next to Elodie & started griping about running into Lauren the night before & how its so weird that Lauren won't talk to her but she'll go to dinner with her ex boyfriend. E. listens to this drivel & then turns to Heidi and says "Why is it that you and Lauren aren't friends anymore? What did you do to her?" Cut to Heidi's shocked face. E. continues "And weren't you friends with Audrina? And she doesn't talk to you anymore either, right? And what about Whitney? You aren't friends with her anymore, are you? Its so sad that you don't even know what you do. I have to get back to work now. Bye!" And Elodie just turns back to the papers infront of her, leaving Heidi dumbfounded sitting there next to her.
SO AWESOME! It's about time someone put Heidi in her place.
Bolthouse had an opening for events director and Elodie mentioned this to Heidi (aka....waste of space). She pointed out that she has been there close to three years and felt that she had proven herself worthy on numerous occassions. Heidi's wheels started turning & she belived that being there 2 years qualified her to run for the position as well. Ofcourse, weasel Spencer was more than happy to encourage her to apply for the job.
Shocker! Heidi got it. Poor Elodie.
Anyway--back to this week's episode. Heidi arrived and work, plopped down on a couch next to Elodie & started griping about running into Lauren the night before & how its so weird that Lauren won't talk to her but she'll go to dinner with her ex boyfriend. E. listens to this drivel & then turns to Heidi and says "Why is it that you and Lauren aren't friends anymore? What did you do to her?" Cut to Heidi's shocked face. E. continues "And weren't you friends with Audrina? And she doesn't talk to you anymore either, right? And what about Whitney? You aren't friends with her anymore, are you? Its so sad that you don't even know what you do. I have to get back to work now. Bye!" And Elodie just turns back to the papers infront of her, leaving Heidi dumbfounded sitting there next to her.
SO AWESOME! It's about time someone put Heidi in her place.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"...I mentioned the bisque"
Pilot Inspector and I were supposed to go out Saturday night. I didn't want to go but agreed. He called on Friday to cancel, as he had come down with a cold. Yippee! Not that he was sick, mind you. But now I didn't have to 1. suffer through a date I didn't want or 2. have to come up with a way to cancel out.
He called Sunday night, sounding so much better, and asked if I'd like to do something during the week. I don't have that much time weekdays, but I suggested lunch. It's much more limited and keeps my weekends open for who knows what. We agreead that he'd call Tuesday to give me a time & place.
Noontime rolls around & he called me. We chatted for a minute & he asked if lunch was still god for today. I said it was fine & I could be anywhere by 12:30. I knew it'd be someplace on Rte. 110 because he knows I work at the Farm (days & times he is not privvy to) and he's usually near Republic Airport.
He asked if I knew where Blackstone's was because he's heard its really good. I said I didn't know because this sounded fancy, expensive, and too time consuming. He said "Oh, its right past....balh blah blah..." I siad "Are you sure that's where you want lunch?" so hoping that Panera or Chipotle would be mentioned because they are lighter, cheaper, and so yummy. "Yeah. I've heard a lot about this place & have been dying to go."
So, I had to meet him at this steakhouse. Which, by the way, I had mentioned to him on our first date that I am not into red meats. But, for our second date...sure. why not? (Moron)
The place is rustic & filled with men in suits out to lunch. Good looking men. At least the scenery would be enjoyable, even if lunch & my companion would not be.
The hostess seated us in a booth for four that was a U-shape and faced every other table in the restaurant. She literally pulled the table away from the bench seat so we could walk in and then pushed it into place as we sat. I felt as if we were on display & felt weird sitting next to a guy I am so not interested in looking at other patrons looking at us.
The first page of the menu had the lunch items....sushi of all kinds, steaks, crusted salmon, one type of chicken (a whole one I believe), and salads with lobster or raw tuna in them. Page two-four had wines. That was it.
I ended up ordering a salad and the lobster bisque from the appetizers menu. He ordered some raw tuna thingy. I didn't bother to look at it. My salad was HUGE and in no way meant for one person as an appetizer. The bisque came in a caste-iron kettle. Big lobster chunks in it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Pilot Inspector was boring. He doesn't have much to say. He uses words like "cool beans". He didn't remember that his friend's wedding was last weekend.
But............mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................the creamy, filled with lobster chunks............warm & filling bisque.
I didn't have to make out with him just because I ordered lobster, did I?
He called Sunday night, sounding so much better, and asked if I'd like to do something during the week. I don't have that much time weekdays, but I suggested lunch. It's much more limited and keeps my weekends open for who knows what. We agreead that he'd call Tuesday to give me a time & place.
Noontime rolls around & he called me. We chatted for a minute & he asked if lunch was still god for today. I said it was fine & I could be anywhere by 12:30. I knew it'd be someplace on Rte. 110 because he knows I work at the Farm (days & times he is not privvy to) and he's usually near Republic Airport.
He asked if I knew where Blackstone's was because he's heard its really good. I said I didn't know because this sounded fancy, expensive, and too time consuming. He said "Oh, its right past....balh blah blah..." I siad "Are you sure that's where you want lunch?" so hoping that Panera or Chipotle would be mentioned because they are lighter, cheaper, and so yummy. "Yeah. I've heard a lot about this place & have been dying to go."
So, I had to meet him at this steakhouse. Which, by the way, I had mentioned to him on our first date that I am not into red meats. But, for our second date...sure. why not? (Moron)
The place is rustic & filled with men in suits out to lunch. Good looking men. At least the scenery would be enjoyable, even if lunch & my companion would not be.
The hostess seated us in a booth for four that was a U-shape and faced every other table in the restaurant. She literally pulled the table away from the bench seat so we could walk in and then pushed it into place as we sat. I felt as if we were on display & felt weird sitting next to a guy I am so not interested in looking at other patrons looking at us.
The first page of the menu had the lunch items....sushi of all kinds, steaks, crusted salmon, one type of chicken (a whole one I believe), and salads with lobster or raw tuna in them. Page two-four had wines. That was it.
I ended up ordering a salad and the lobster bisque from the appetizers menu. He ordered some raw tuna thingy. I didn't bother to look at it. My salad was HUGE and in no way meant for one person as an appetizer. The bisque came in a caste-iron kettle. Big lobster chunks in it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Pilot Inspector was boring. He doesn't have much to say. He uses words like "cool beans". He didn't remember that his friend's wedding was last weekend.
But............mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................the creamy, filled with lobster chunks............warm & filling bisque.
I didn't have to make out with him just because I ordered lobster, did I?
Three Reasons Why You Should See "Sydney White"
1. Amanda Bynes is funny.
2. Her love interest, Tyler Prince, is hot.
3. Amanda Bynes is funny.
2. Her love interest, Tyler Prince, is hot.
3. Amanda Bynes is funny.
Friday, September 21, 2007
The Farm & The Briar Patch
Here's how it works:
Mondays and Wednesdays are chaos. My first class is at the Farm at 8am. It runs until 9:15 and then, after asnwering students' questions that they didn't ask during class, I drive over to the Patch. There, I take care of office hours....of which students will never use so I can make tests and get grading done.......and I teach at 11:40. At 1, I let the group go, inhale lunch, put in the attendance & make sure I am out of the buidling before 1:30. Otherwise I will not make it to the 2:00 class back at the Farm. I have two classes back-to-back and then at 5:00 I race home to scarf down something that is supposed to be dinner and then run to the Patch to teach a 5:40 and an 8:15.
At the Farm, where I have all freshman, it is amazing. My 8am group are there. Only about three trickle in by 8:03. Not 8:10. Not 8:20. 8:03 is when the entire class is there with books open, notebooks at the ready, and pens uncapped.
I can say the same for my two afternoon classes. They are all on time for the afternoon hours. They are ready.
The work ethic is something out of a teaching textbook. They do the work. I mean they actually do the entire assignment. No gripes. No "Why?", "Are you serious?", or "When do you want me to do this because I ain't got time..." crap.
My EG 1 classes had to bring in their rough drafts for a first essay this past Wednesday. I did not announce it. The directions had been on the syllabus from Day One. I did not remind them, did not reread it to them, and did not post any announcements on a website for them. Combined, of the 55 students, only five came without it. The other fifty had it typed & ready to go. Those that didn't were so embarassed, asked to leave, and promised me a great essay on Monday.
The EG001 group completes all activities in a chapter. Even if I said only do certain ones. They are quick to provide answers, allowing me the luxury of never calling on anyone. When they get it wrong, another who got it right tries to explain the answer. ?????????????????????? It's like I am in a dream.
Then the nightmare begins. My EG 2 class in the Patch whined about 'having to reeeeeaaaaaaaaad". They 'don't wanna'. Hey~it's a literature class. What do you think is involved? Why bother attending college if you don't want to do the work?
At the Farm, they are all brand new. Freshman status. Mixed ethnicities. From all areas of LI and the 5 boroughs. Same at the Patch. So why such discrepencies in their attitudes and behaviors? Why such opposite work ethic?
Last night took the cake. I was teaching a 5:40 of my own & had to cover for a brand new adjunct. The ad. was out Tuesday and I went in, told the class to read Chapter 11, and sign the attendance. Some were thrilled that he was not present, saying 'he ain't got no clue what he's doin'". I said it was not polite to say such things & pointed out that he already passed EG1 and they have yet to do so.
Last night I went in and told them to answer the five questions at the end of an essay within that same chapter, as well as write a one-page descritpion from a selection at the end of the chapter. "Why?" "What's this for?" "We didn't read that essay. It wasn't part of the chapter." I pointed out that it is in the chapter and when an entire chapter is assigned, one must read the whole chapter. It is not at their discretion to decide what's important and what isn't.
They argued that they didn't know the vocabulary. I said that is their own fault for not defining it before coming to class. They gave the whole list: don't have time, don't own a dictionary, don't have a computer to look it up on dictionary.com, had other work to do, and the one said she's homeless and I can't expect anything of her.
So I said "How can you afford $15k a year if you are homeless? Yet you can't afford a $7 dictionary? Or to go to a library?" She repleis with "So what? You sayin' if I ain't got no home I can't go to college?" I pointed out that one should attend where they can afford. I couldn't have afforded the Patch when I went to school & I selected schools by how much I could afford to pay. Nevermind that she has brand new highlights, $100 jeans on, and a fancy phone with (I bet) a hefty bill each month. But can't afford a $7 dictionary?
It was such a waste. They did the work half-heartedly. They goofed off. One student came to me complaining that he couldn't do the work with the music playing and the phones ringing. And, keep in mind that these are adults. People who work all day. People who we think are mature and responsible.
Pathetic.
Mondays and Wednesdays are chaos. My first class is at the Farm at 8am. It runs until 9:15 and then, after asnwering students' questions that they didn't ask during class, I drive over to the Patch. There, I take care of office hours....of which students will never use so I can make tests and get grading done.......and I teach at 11:40. At 1, I let the group go, inhale lunch, put in the attendance & make sure I am out of the buidling before 1:30. Otherwise I will not make it to the 2:00 class back at the Farm. I have two classes back-to-back and then at 5:00 I race home to scarf down something that is supposed to be dinner and then run to the Patch to teach a 5:40 and an 8:15.
At the Farm, where I have all freshman, it is amazing. My 8am group are there. Only about three trickle in by 8:03. Not 8:10. Not 8:20. 8:03 is when the entire class is there with books open, notebooks at the ready, and pens uncapped.
I can say the same for my two afternoon classes. They are all on time for the afternoon hours. They are ready.
The work ethic is something out of a teaching textbook. They do the work. I mean they actually do the entire assignment. No gripes. No "Why?", "Are you serious?", or "When do you want me to do this because I ain't got time..." crap.
My EG 1 classes had to bring in their rough drafts for a first essay this past Wednesday. I did not announce it. The directions had been on the syllabus from Day One. I did not remind them, did not reread it to them, and did not post any announcements on a website for them. Combined, of the 55 students, only five came without it. The other fifty had it typed & ready to go. Those that didn't were so embarassed, asked to leave, and promised me a great essay on Monday.
The EG001 group completes all activities in a chapter. Even if I said only do certain ones. They are quick to provide answers, allowing me the luxury of never calling on anyone. When they get it wrong, another who got it right tries to explain the answer. ?????????????????????? It's like I am in a dream.
Then the nightmare begins. My EG 2 class in the Patch whined about 'having to reeeeeaaaaaaaaad". They 'don't wanna'. Hey~it's a literature class. What do you think is involved? Why bother attending college if you don't want to do the work?
At the Farm, they are all brand new. Freshman status. Mixed ethnicities. From all areas of LI and the 5 boroughs. Same at the Patch. So why such discrepencies in their attitudes and behaviors? Why such opposite work ethic?
Last night took the cake. I was teaching a 5:40 of my own & had to cover for a brand new adjunct. The ad. was out Tuesday and I went in, told the class to read Chapter 11, and sign the attendance. Some were thrilled that he was not present, saying 'he ain't got no clue what he's doin'". I said it was not polite to say such things & pointed out that he already passed EG1 and they have yet to do so.
Last night I went in and told them to answer the five questions at the end of an essay within that same chapter, as well as write a one-page descritpion from a selection at the end of the chapter. "Why?" "What's this for?" "We didn't read that essay. It wasn't part of the chapter." I pointed out that it is in the chapter and when an entire chapter is assigned, one must read the whole chapter. It is not at their discretion to decide what's important and what isn't.
They argued that they didn't know the vocabulary. I said that is their own fault for not defining it before coming to class. They gave the whole list: don't have time, don't own a dictionary, don't have a computer to look it up on dictionary.com, had other work to do, and the one said she's homeless and I can't expect anything of her.
So I said "How can you afford $15k a year if you are homeless? Yet you can't afford a $7 dictionary? Or to go to a library?" She repleis with "So what? You sayin' if I ain't got no home I can't go to college?" I pointed out that one should attend where they can afford. I couldn't have afforded the Patch when I went to school & I selected schools by how much I could afford to pay. Nevermind that she has brand new highlights, $100 jeans on, and a fancy phone with (I bet) a hefty bill each month. But can't afford a $7 dictionary?
It was such a waste. They did the work half-heartedly. They goofed off. One student came to me complaining that he couldn't do the work with the music playing and the phones ringing. And, keep in mind that these are adults. People who work all day. People who we think are mature and responsible.
Pathetic.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
WTF Is With The Men?
Okay....I have to calm down. I am so wound up it isn't funny!
Let's start with the Marine: haven't heard from him since Sunday. Good! Then today I get an 'im':
Marine: "how are ya hun?"
me: "hi"
Marine: "so did you make out with anyone at Mccanns? Listen I heard you said I was being shady so I wanted to tell you that..."
and then he goes in to some personal story about his mom and all. Whatever. It doesn't explain him hanging out on weekends but not calling and making/keeping plans with me.
So I finally sent back "Does it matter what I did Saturday night? Let it go."
Marine: "Well, I want to make out with you. So much for your morals. You try and
be all innocent."
Me: "Why bother? Why are you doing this? Just drop it."
Marine: "Well, when you tell your friends I am shady it gets back to me. You
wanted to know why so I am telling you. You are over analyzing this."
Me: "I didn't tell my friends anything. Crak read the texts. She must have
told Babymaker. And it was all your words, not mine."
Marine: "Well, whatever. Hun, don't be like that. Just stop."
Me: "Okay. Bye!"
And I logged off. Doesn't the moron text me: "You over analyze. Have fun at McCanns"
I took a shower. I let it go. I then emailed him brielfy:
"I am not overanalyzing anything. I let it go. You said you wanted to be left
alone so I did just that. You are the one putting words into my mouth. Not
me. You are the one speculating. Not me. You want to talk? You have
something to say? Call. Stop the texting and iming."
And I ended it.
THE LAWYER:
Remember the lawyer who badgered me about plagiarism at the college level, showed up 1/2 hour late to our 'date', wanted to meet in a sauna instead, and then when I said it wouldn't work out he agreed because he "likes to work out and I don't"?
He emailed me Wednesday: "How are you?"
I sent it back Thursday: "Doing well. Yourself?"
He fields it back with :"Good. Really busy with work. Had a great summer"
Email #2 said "What's your #? I'll call you."
I sent it back with : "We chatted before. You have my cell. That was way back in
March. Does this ring a bell?"
Lawyer: "I recall. I have a new cell. I lost all the old numbers."
Me: "Hi Lawyer~
I am glad you are well and had a good summer. I did, also. It may be nice to chat again, but I do not think anything would work out between us. So, while your request is nice, I do not think it is something to pursue. Best of luck~ Grotter"
Two emails come back this morning saying:
#1 "Ok. I think I should move to Southern California. Good Luck."
#2 "Yes, I recall now. You felt it wouldn't work out because you were the only one in your family to go to college and that most of my family are professionals. Your family is all here in NY. My family is in California. I was laid back. You were very high strung. I think I also recall you wanted a blue collar man. Yes, it definately won't work out. Sorry to have contacted you. I forgot. Best wishes."
You know I can't let that one slide by:
"Ummm....no. You don't remember truths, do you Counselor? It wouldn't have worked out because you couldn't stick with the plan. You showed up 40 minutes late. You were wishy-washy about going to Florida and asked me twice to go with you. When I rejected twice, you begrudgingly said I could have my own room.
I don't go away with me I do not know.
You were not laid back. You were nervous and clumsy. You talked about flying and people disappearing in to the Bermuda Triagle. I was tired. I had taught from 8am til 8pm. I was coming from wotk with a plan to buy a book I needed. I wanted to leave a half hour after waiting for you, but found it to be in poor manners. So I waited.
You said you were taller than you are. You claim to have blonde hair but it's quite dark. And balding...yet you overlooked that entirely.
You emailed me after the date to ask me what type of cuisine I enjoy and when I asked why you said it was to make plans for dinenr for us the following week. I said thank you but it wouldn't work out. You didn't understand why, as I was what you were looking for. I said thank you but (kind let down) since you have family in Cali & were planning on moving there & I wanted to stay in NY, it was not really worth it. You then agreed and said it wouldn't work out because you like to work out and I don't.
So, the whole 'family insult' is sweet and all......plus that reference to the blue collars (who have more class at this point)....but, Lawyer, it won't work out because of how you treated me, lied, and couldn't hold a conversation without putting words in my mouth or attacking me.
Good luck with what you called the desperate California women who 'grab your hand because you are a hot commodity out there'. Maybe they will overlook poor manners and insults. Degrees can not buy you social grace and class. Remember that."
I'm on a role,people. Try and stop me!
Let's start with the Marine: haven't heard from him since Sunday. Good! Then today I get an 'im':
Marine: "how are ya hun?"
me: "hi"
Marine: "so did you make out with anyone at Mccanns? Listen I heard you said I was being shady so I wanted to tell you that..."
and then he goes in to some personal story about his mom and all. Whatever. It doesn't explain him hanging out on weekends but not calling and making/keeping plans with me.
So I finally sent back "Does it matter what I did Saturday night? Let it go."
Marine: "Well, I want to make out with you. So much for your morals. You try and
be all innocent."
Me: "Why bother? Why are you doing this? Just drop it."
Marine: "Well, when you tell your friends I am shady it gets back to me. You
wanted to know why so I am telling you. You are over analyzing this."
Me: "I didn't tell my friends anything. Crak read the texts. She must have
told Babymaker. And it was all your words, not mine."
Marine: "Well, whatever. Hun, don't be like that. Just stop."
Me: "Okay. Bye!"
And I logged off. Doesn't the moron text me: "You over analyze. Have fun at McCanns"
I took a shower. I let it go. I then emailed him brielfy:
"I am not overanalyzing anything. I let it go. You said you wanted to be left
alone so I did just that. You are the one putting words into my mouth. Not
me. You are the one speculating. Not me. You want to talk? You have
something to say? Call. Stop the texting and iming."
And I ended it.
THE LAWYER:
Remember the lawyer who badgered me about plagiarism at the college level, showed up 1/2 hour late to our 'date', wanted to meet in a sauna instead, and then when I said it wouldn't work out he agreed because he "likes to work out and I don't"?
He emailed me Wednesday: "How are you?"
I sent it back Thursday: "Doing well. Yourself?"
He fields it back with :"Good. Really busy with work. Had a great summer"
Email #2 said "What's your #? I'll call you."
I sent it back with : "We chatted before. You have my cell. That was way back in
March. Does this ring a bell?"
Lawyer: "I recall. I have a new cell. I lost all the old numbers."
Me: "Hi Lawyer~
I am glad you are well and had a good summer. I did, also. It may be nice to chat again, but I do not think anything would work out between us. So, while your request is nice, I do not think it is something to pursue. Best of luck~ Grotter"
Two emails come back this morning saying:
#1 "Ok. I think I should move to Southern California. Good Luck."
#2 "Yes, I recall now. You felt it wouldn't work out because you were the only one in your family to go to college and that most of my family are professionals. Your family is all here in NY. My family is in California. I was laid back. You were very high strung. I think I also recall you wanted a blue collar man. Yes, it definately won't work out. Sorry to have contacted you. I forgot. Best wishes."
You know I can't let that one slide by:
"Ummm....no. You don't remember truths, do you Counselor? It wouldn't have worked out because you couldn't stick with the plan. You showed up 40 minutes late. You were wishy-washy about going to Florida and asked me twice to go with you. When I rejected twice, you begrudgingly said I could have my own room.
I don't go away with me I do not know.
You were not laid back. You were nervous and clumsy. You talked about flying and people disappearing in to the Bermuda Triagle. I was tired. I had taught from 8am til 8pm. I was coming from wotk with a plan to buy a book I needed. I wanted to leave a half hour after waiting for you, but found it to be in poor manners. So I waited.
You said you were taller than you are. You claim to have blonde hair but it's quite dark. And balding...yet you overlooked that entirely.
You emailed me after the date to ask me what type of cuisine I enjoy and when I asked why you said it was to make plans for dinenr for us the following week. I said thank you but it wouldn't work out. You didn't understand why, as I was what you were looking for. I said thank you but (kind let down) since you have family in Cali & were planning on moving there & I wanted to stay in NY, it was not really worth it. You then agreed and said it wouldn't work out because you like to work out and I don't.
So, the whole 'family insult' is sweet and all......plus that reference to the blue collars (who have more class at this point)....but, Lawyer, it won't work out because of how you treated me, lied, and couldn't hold a conversation without putting words in my mouth or attacking me.
Good luck with what you called the desperate California women who 'grab your hand because you are a hot commodity out there'. Maybe they will overlook poor manners and insults. Degrees can not buy you social grace and class. Remember that."
I'm on a role,people. Try and stop me!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Happy Singles Week
It is National Singles Week & I think I am supposed to celebrate.
Celebrate that I am a single woman.
Celebrate the fact that I do not need a man to be a whole person
Celebrate the fact that I do not sit home waiting for a phone call...I go out with
other fancy-free single gals to enjoy the weekend.
Celebrate the notion that I'm 'still young and have time'.
Celebrate that I am 'drama free' without a man.
Yippee.
And then Z100 states the number of 'straight singles' in the world:
109 million women
98 million men
The odds are not good.
Celebrate that I am a single woman.
Celebrate the fact that I do not need a man to be a whole person
Celebrate the fact that I do not sit home waiting for a phone call...I go out with
other fancy-free single gals to enjoy the weekend.
Celebrate the notion that I'm 'still young and have time'.
Celebrate that I am 'drama free' without a man.
Yippee.
And then Z100 states the number of 'straight singles' in the world:
109 million women
98 million men
The odds are not good.
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