So there I was, reading the RedEye, when I cam across a rather absurd article. It was actually a book review, so the article wasn't absurd so much as the book is absurd. Anyway, the name of the book is "Rules of the Game."
The premise sounds logical enough. This guy has deemed himself a pickup artist, and has decided to share this knowledge with hapless guys out there who are not smooth-as-buttah. Ok, fine. I can handle that. The Game doesn't come naturally to everyone. And it takes a helluva lot of guts to walk up to a girl and pull a connection/relationship out of thin air. I am totally on board with that notion.
However, I'd like to see some proof of this guy's player card. Frankly, I question his ability to pick up a woman based on a few of the tips the RedEye pulled out to share with its readership. The first tip: Read Cosmo. His reasoning is sound -- it's hot to men when women can speak intelligently and enthusiastically about sports. Therefore it should be hot when men speak intelligently and enthusiastically about things women care about. But Cosmo?! Some titles from Cosmo: "How to make him hot". "Best sex position EVER." "How to have an orgasm right now!"...Are these really appropriate first met topics? And are you really proving you're interested in things the object of your desire is interested in? No. You're not.
Another tip: Do magic tricks. I'm NOT making this up. This man seriously suggests doing a magic trick in the bar, because "if you're bored in a bar, then you'd rather be entertained by someone." Perhaps this is true. But I will find you nothing but cheesy and lame if you're doing magic tricks in the bar. At that point, the only magic I want to see is you disappearing. I'm just saying.
I can't tell you how to get your mack on if you don't have the confidence to do it. But I can definitely tell you that I will not be duly impressed by your knowledge of Cosmo, or your magical ability. Honestly, can't you just say hello?
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
New Year, New Companion?
So, about a week ago, I told my friend Kdub that I thought I was ready for a boyfriend. I specifically, categorically, absolutely was NOT ready for a boyfriend when I first got here. I mean, new city, new job, new apartment...oy! The last thing I needed on top of all that was a relationship. Especially since I didn't yet have a real circle of friends.
Well, now I have that new circle of friends. And the city, job, and apartment are really old hat at this point. (Although, with any luck -- and by luck I mean a little (tons) of help from the Man Upstairs-- I'll have a NEW job soon.) So, I think I'm finally ready to turn my full attention to a relationship. Which is what I told Kdub. Her answer, of course, was "whose the guy?" Well now, how should I know? I haven't found him yet.
I had high hopes for the boxer -- he was probably one of the most attractive guys I've ever dated. But he didn't turn out to be the one. He was too frickin' needy. And, I'm still not convinced that he was after any more than gettin' laid. And, of course, Snowflake was so, well, flaky. As a side note, the Ninja recently made an offer, and as nice as it was -- I'm not convinced it's the right choice to make. So, the moral of the story, no firm prospects at the moment.
In related news, around this time last year, I was obsessing over getting a pet bunny. (Awwwww). Of course, I essentially dropped the idea due to finances and the fact that bunnies, though cute, don't really trip my trigger as a pet. But I never really got over wanting a pet. For exactly 5 minutes, I considered getting a dog. Of course, we all know that I wasn't going to walk a dog and pick up its poo. Furthermore, I've always been a cat person. So, now I've decided to make an attempt at getting a cat. AND I'm even taking steps to make it happen. I've actually made an appointment with my doctor to have allergy testing. I know I'm allergic to cats, but the real questions are (a) how allergic, and (b) what exactly am I allergic to (hair/dander/Feld-1).
So, basically, I've decided it's time for a new companion. Either a boyfriend, or a cat, or both. I've always said if I wanted something around that I had to feed and pet all the time, I'd get a boyfriend rather than a dog. I guess we'll find out if that's true after all :).
Well, now I have that new circle of friends. And the city, job, and apartment are really old hat at this point. (Although, with any luck -- and by luck I mean a little (tons) of help from the Man Upstairs-- I'll have a NEW job soon.) So, I think I'm finally ready to turn my full attention to a relationship. Which is what I told Kdub. Her answer, of course, was "whose the guy?" Well now, how should I know? I haven't found him yet.
I had high hopes for the boxer -- he was probably one of the most attractive guys I've ever dated. But he didn't turn out to be the one. He was too frickin' needy. And, I'm still not convinced that he was after any more than gettin' laid. And, of course, Snowflake was so, well, flaky. As a side note, the Ninja recently made an offer, and as nice as it was -- I'm not convinced it's the right choice to make. So, the moral of the story, no firm prospects at the moment.
In related news, around this time last year, I was obsessing over getting a pet bunny. (Awwwww). Of course, I essentially dropped the idea due to finances and the fact that bunnies, though cute, don't really trip my trigger as a pet. But I never really got over wanting a pet. For exactly 5 minutes, I considered getting a dog. Of course, we all know that I wasn't going to walk a dog and pick up its poo. Furthermore, I've always been a cat person. So, now I've decided to make an attempt at getting a cat. AND I'm even taking steps to make it happen. I've actually made an appointment with my doctor to have allergy testing. I know I'm allergic to cats, but the real questions are (a) how allergic, and (b) what exactly am I allergic to (hair/dander/Feld-1).
So, basically, I've decided it's time for a new companion. Either a boyfriend, or a cat, or both. I've always said if I wanted something around that I had to feed and pet all the time, I'd get a boyfriend rather than a dog. I guess we'll find out if that's true after all :).
Monday, January 07, 2008
I'm Agile, Like a Mongoose
That's a quote from NBC's salute to the 90s, "American Gladiator". Of all the reality/game shows, this is quickly becoming my favorite. I love LOVE LOVE this show. God Bless NBC for bringing it back.
In completely unrelated news, I recently received "The Play of the Week" award from the playette's association. I didn't really set out to get it. The opportunity just fell in my lap. But as Bud once said on The Cosby Show "When opportunity knocks, open the door." Here's what happened:
So, there I was, realizing that the date with the Drank Realtor was not going to go well. Essentially, the Drank Realtor earned his name because he asked me if I wanted to "grab a drank." And then he said it 2 more times. And then I called him out for citing to a T-Pain song. To which he responded "I know a stripper who's also a bartender who can make a mean drank." *Sigh*. it was at that point I realized that I needed a rescue from this date. Unfortunately, neither MMM nor Kaia were answering their phones. So what did I do? I called Snowflake! Not only did he answer, but also agreed to go to dinner AND pick me up from the ridiculous date with Drank Realtor. That's right. My second date picked me up from my first one. I am SO awesome.
Anyway, for multiple reasons (too old, too ridiculous, he quoted TPain songs when asking me out), the Drank Realtor has no shot of a second date. Interestingly, Snowflake and I did not share a goodnight kiss. This was our 4th or 5th date. At this point, I'm pretty sure that he doesn't want a romantic relationship either. Although, I'm not entirely certain why he keeps paying. But whatever.
So, I almost outdid myself, because I scheduled a date with the boxer for the next night. Unfortunately, he had to work. And then, for what would've been the post-date activity, he picked a fight and therefore didn't come. (Don't even get me started on the content of that fight. Suffice it to say that he was ticked because I wouldn't pick him up). By the way, I am once again declaring my done-ness with the boxer, and I will NOT get distracted by those abs. (Moment of silence for the hotness). I'm serious! For real this time. I am done. Like Nextel. Done. |
Did I mention that I saw the Ninja over NYE? ;)
In completely unrelated news, I recently received "The Play of the Week" award from the playette's association. I didn't really set out to get it. The opportunity just fell in my lap. But as Bud once said on The Cosby Show "When opportunity knocks, open the door." Here's what happened:
So, there I was, realizing that the date with the Drank Realtor was not going to go well. Essentially, the Drank Realtor earned his name because he asked me if I wanted to "grab a drank." And then he said it 2 more times. And then I called him out for citing to a T-Pain song. To which he responded "I know a stripper who's also a bartender who can make a mean drank." *Sigh*. it was at that point I realized that I needed a rescue from this date. Unfortunately, neither MMM nor Kaia were answering their phones. So what did I do? I called Snowflake! Not only did he answer, but also agreed to go to dinner AND pick me up from the ridiculous date with Drank Realtor. That's right. My second date picked me up from my first one. I am SO awesome.
Anyway, for multiple reasons (too old, too ridiculous, he quoted TPain songs when asking me out), the Drank Realtor has no shot of a second date. Interestingly, Snowflake and I did not share a goodnight kiss. This was our 4th or 5th date. At this point, I'm pretty sure that he doesn't want a romantic relationship either. Although, I'm not entirely certain why he keeps paying. But whatever.
So, I almost outdid myself, because I scheduled a date with the boxer for the next night. Unfortunately, he had to work. And then, for what would've been the post-date activity, he picked a fight and therefore didn't come. (Don't even get me started on the content of that fight. Suffice it to say that he was ticked because I wouldn't pick him up). By the way, I am once again declaring my done-ness with the boxer, and I will NOT get distracted by those abs. (Moment of silence for the hotness). I'm serious! For real this time. I am done. Like Nextel. Done. |
Did I mention that I saw the Ninja over NYE? ;)
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Age ain't nothin' but a number
So, MMM was being his usual smug married self, and explaining his theory on aging to Kaia and I. In short, his position is your life is over at 25. After that, you start working, paying rent, having real responsibilities...etc.
Well, with all due respect (however little that is), Kaia and I whole-heartedly disagree. To Kaia, 25 is when you first start gaining a sense of self. To me, numerical age isn't what makes you old...it's what you do and when. Allow me to explain.
At 25, martamack became married martamack. At 29 (give or take a year -- I wasn't really listening) married martamack became Al Bundy (that is, married with child(ren)). Well, this, my friends, is what makes you old. Marriage is the end of your single social life (which is vastly different from a couple-d social life). In fact, I'd even go so far as to say an engagement and/or giving away your milk (you know, euphemistically living together) is the end of your single social life. It's the end of great stories like Snowflake, and Drunk Natalie, ooh! and remember the guy that was gay but didn't know it? and other such entertaining nonsense that goes on. It's probably the end of meeting new and interesting people. (Unless, of course, you go about meeting couples). And then kids. Well, that's the end of a social life altogether. Have you ever seen someone with children stay out past midnight or so? Because I haven't.
So, I'll thank you not to call me old. I still have my single social life perfectly intact. I don't have anyone that I have to check in with, and make sure I go to the A-bar with my road dogs. And for that matter, I still have road dogs. So yes, while being single can be stressful at times (i.e. when I need a date for the wedding, when the guy you're dating is being a total girl and giving you the silent treatment (ahem, that means you boxer!!!), and when you're in the mood to go to a romantic restaurant but can't find anyone to go, the list goes on); it's the life I'm into right now. And really? It's keeping me young. (Of course, at some point I will be too old for such nonsense. Now is so very not that time).
There's a reason why the saying is "young and carefree" and NOT "old and carefree". There's also a reason why people keep calling ages the "new" decade. (50 is the new 30, 40 is the new 30, 30 is the new 20). Because people are feeling younger later in life -- which happens to coincide nicely with people waiting until later in life to get shackled...er....married and have babies.
Eat your heart out...I'm still young!!! ;)
Well, with all due respect (however little that is), Kaia and I whole-heartedly disagree. To Kaia, 25 is when you first start gaining a sense of self. To me, numerical age isn't what makes you old...it's what you do and when. Allow me to explain.
At 25, martamack became married martamack. At 29 (give or take a year -- I wasn't really listening) married martamack became Al Bundy (that is, married with child(ren)). Well, this, my friends, is what makes you old. Marriage is the end of your single social life (which is vastly different from a couple-d social life). In fact, I'd even go so far as to say an engagement and/or giving away your milk (you know, euphemistically living together) is the end of your single social life. It's the end of great stories like Snowflake, and Drunk Natalie, ooh! and remember the guy that was gay but didn't know it? and other such entertaining nonsense that goes on. It's probably the end of meeting new and interesting people. (Unless, of course, you go about meeting couples). And then kids. Well, that's the end of a social life altogether. Have you ever seen someone with children stay out past midnight or so? Because I haven't.
So, I'll thank you not to call me old. I still have my single social life perfectly intact. I don't have anyone that I have to check in with, and make sure I go to the A-bar with my road dogs. And for that matter, I still have road dogs. So yes, while being single can be stressful at times (i.e. when I need a date for the wedding, when the guy you're dating is being a total girl and giving you the silent treatment (ahem, that means you boxer!!!), and when you're in the mood to go to a romantic restaurant but can't find anyone to go, the list goes on); it's the life I'm into right now. And really? It's keeping me young. (Of course, at some point I will be too old for such nonsense. Now is so very not that time).
There's a reason why the saying is "young and carefree" and NOT "old and carefree". There's also a reason why people keep calling ages the "new" decade. (50 is the new 30, 40 is the new 30, 30 is the new 20). Because people are feeling younger later in life -- which happens to coincide nicely with people waiting until later in life to get shackled...er....married and have babies.
Eat your heart out...I'm still young!!! ;)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Secret Agent (Wo)Man...
As it turns out, I did not get to flex my double agent muscles this weekend. But it was a heck of a lot of fun leading up to it. Here's what happened:
So, as many of you know, I am/was embroiled in a disagreement/reverse/island-kicking-offing moment with the boxer. I am also in the process of platonic/romantic/platonic-again relationship defining moment with bottle-service guy (who will be henceforth known as Snowflake). Well, this weekend, I attempted to elevate my level of pimp-tress and scheduled dates with both of them on Friday. (Yes, yes I really did attempt it).
First, the boxer and I re-established communication on Thursday. In an effort to make myself more available, and less neurotic, I suggested we get together after he left work on Thursday. I was even going to drive to meet him. (I know, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, alright?). But, because I am an early to bed kinda girl, it didn't work out. As an alternative, he invited me to meet him out with his friends on Friday. So I agreed...and then I enlisted Kaia to go with me, so she could also take advantage of the boxer's potentially cute friends.
A couple hours later, I receive a text message from Snowflake, letting me know he had dinner plans in my approximate side of town, and wanted to know if I wanted to meet up afterwards. Well, I texted back that I already had plans, but if he got out of dinner early enough, I could probably do both. Naturally, I only told him the part of the plan where I was meeting up with Kaia (I left out the part where Kaia and I were going to meet up with the boxer and his friends).
Well, as per usual, Snowflake flaked out. (Hence the new name). I was kinda sad about that, because I couldn't be a double-agent as previously planned. However, I still had the pseudodate with the boxer. (HA! Remember pseudodate? I wonder whatever happened to him?) Anyway, that also failed to happen! Now, the boxer has never failed to follow through. He's given me the silent treatment, and other childish things, but never flat-out flaked. This time, though, I called him and asked where he would be. He said Leona's for dinner, and then out to Wrigley. I told him I would text him when we were on our way. Well, I never found out where in Wrigley they were. He never texted, and never called.
Of course, I got really annoyed as the night went on. But my irritation was tempered by the fact that Kaia and I ended up at the bar where Afroguy works, and he was there! Hooray flirting with increasingly-adorable-with-alcohol Afroguy! He totally recognized me, which was surprising. He asked Kaia and I to stick around and party at the A-bar when he got off work, but honestly, we weren't that down.
Anyway, the boxer and I exchanged text messages the next day. He alleges that he told me 50 times which bar they were at. I potentially didn't get the texts, because the very same night, Snowflake claimed to have sent me 4 texts, but I only got 1. So now, the boxer and I are embroiled in another disagreement, but I have no idea what to do about this one. Do I bother making an effort (if for no other reason than to have the last word), or do I just cut my losses because it will probably always be difficult putting up with this dude's ego? Knowing me and my track record, I will probably end up calling or texting again, just because I have to have the last word. If I'm going out, I'm going out making sure he knows exactly how right I am. (Such is my fatal flaw ;}).
So, as many of you know, I am/was embroiled in a disagreement/reverse/island-kicking-offing moment with the boxer. I am also in the process of platonic/romantic/platonic-again relationship defining moment with bottle-service guy (who will be henceforth known as Snowflake). Well, this weekend, I attempted to elevate my level of pimp-tress and scheduled dates with both of them on Friday. (Yes, yes I really did attempt it).
First, the boxer and I re-established communication on Thursday. In an effort to make myself more available, and less neurotic, I suggested we get together after he left work on Thursday. I was even going to drive to meet him. (I know, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, alright?). But, because I am an early to bed kinda girl, it didn't work out. As an alternative, he invited me to meet him out with his friends on Friday. So I agreed...and then I enlisted Kaia to go with me, so she could also take advantage of the boxer's potentially cute friends.
A couple hours later, I receive a text message from Snowflake, letting me know he had dinner plans in my approximate side of town, and wanted to know if I wanted to meet up afterwards. Well, I texted back that I already had plans, but if he got out of dinner early enough, I could probably do both. Naturally, I only told him the part of the plan where I was meeting up with Kaia (I left out the part where Kaia and I were going to meet up with the boxer and his friends).
Well, as per usual, Snowflake flaked out. (Hence the new name). I was kinda sad about that, because I couldn't be a double-agent as previously planned. However, I still had the pseudodate with the boxer. (HA! Remember pseudodate? I wonder whatever happened to him?) Anyway, that also failed to happen! Now, the boxer has never failed to follow through. He's given me the silent treatment, and other childish things, but never flat-out flaked. This time, though, I called him and asked where he would be. He said Leona's for dinner, and then out to Wrigley. I told him I would text him when we were on our way. Well, I never found out where in Wrigley they were. He never texted, and never called.
Of course, I got really annoyed as the night went on. But my irritation was tempered by the fact that Kaia and I ended up at the bar where Afroguy works, and he was there! Hooray flirting with increasingly-adorable-with-alcohol Afroguy! He totally recognized me, which was surprising. He asked Kaia and I to stick around and party at the A-bar when he got off work, but honestly, we weren't that down.
Anyway, the boxer and I exchanged text messages the next day. He alleges that he told me 50 times which bar they were at. I potentially didn't get the texts, because the very same night, Snowflake claimed to have sent me 4 texts, but I only got 1. So now, the boxer and I are embroiled in another disagreement, but I have no idea what to do about this one. Do I bother making an effort (if for no other reason than to have the last word), or do I just cut my losses because it will probably always be difficult putting up with this dude's ego? Knowing me and my track record, I will probably end up calling or texting again, just because I have to have the last word. If I'm going out, I'm going out making sure he knows exactly how right I am. (Such is my fatal flaw ;}).
Monday, December 10, 2007
The Reverse
I am a HUGE sucker for the reverse. As you all know, I have had island security escort the boxer to the dock. As you also know, I suck at the clean break, and therefore there was probably going to be a reversal of my decision. But, this did not occur.
Instead, the boxer pulled the reverse on me. You know this move. First, you are sooooooo bitter and angry and ticked and such. Then, you express that bitterness in one way shape or form. So then, the person who is the object of your anger does not respond properly with remorse and or apologies. And then, this is the killer move. Then they, as if by magic, are angry at and or ignoring you! Sometimes you don't even know why. So now, you're all kinds of distressed and wanting to know what you did. And boom! Thus shifted the power in the relationship. You have totally lost the game of chicken you were previously winning.
As always, I totally fell for this move. And the boxer is currently winning the game of chicken by a full touchdown. I am dying to know the meaning of his last text message. And he blew off my last phone call; and so I still don't have an explanation. Arrrgh! I hate the reverse. Someday I'm going to find the anecdote for it... :). Until then, I have no clue what I'm gonna do. Do I call again? Do I text again? Do I cut my losses and wave goodbye to the boat?
Instead, the boxer pulled the reverse on me. You know this move. First, you are sooooooo bitter and angry and ticked and such. Then, you express that bitterness in one way shape or form. So then, the person who is the object of your anger does not respond properly with remorse and or apologies. And then, this is the killer move. Then they, as if by magic, are angry at and or ignoring you! Sometimes you don't even know why. So now, you're all kinds of distressed and wanting to know what you did. And boom! Thus shifted the power in the relationship. You have totally lost the game of chicken you were previously winning.
As always, I totally fell for this move. And the boxer is currently winning the game of chicken by a full touchdown. I am dying to know the meaning of his last text message. And he blew off my last phone call; and so I still don't have an explanation. Arrrgh! I hate the reverse. Someday I'm going to find the anecdote for it... :). Until then, I have no clue what I'm gonna do. Do I call again? Do I text again? Do I cut my losses and wave goodbye to the boat?
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Oops I did it again...
I have a shopping problem. This is not new to anyone who has known me for more than 6 minutes. But, the holidays are a time for me to use my powers for good rather than evil. So I can spend hours upon hours in a mall shopping for the perfect gift. A gift I've always enjoyed giving. But, the holidays are also a time when evil retail empires mark things down to ridiculously low, can't beat it, must have it prices. So, I always find something I must purchase for myself, and I can't just ask for it for Christmas because I already turned in my list and I have no one on my roster who has that kind of cash to drop on a present for me. So, I resisted this weekend, but I very nearly purchased a fabulous top for myself this weekend. And I totally would've bought it. But they were out of my size. Phew! Close call. I can't promise that I won't be tempted again. But I'm going to try really hard to avoid it by not going to the stores. Unless it's really really necessary. ;)
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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Today, I saw the weirdest looking makeup job ever. I've never really understood why some women shave off their eyebrows and then repaint them with an eyebrow pencil. Well today, I stand completely confused. This chick on the eL had not only shaved off her eyebrows, but she also drew some on in a color that was more charcoal than black. And, they had a little bit of a stretched-out-upside-down "V" vibe to them. And then, on top of that, she drew them all the way into her nose area. It was so freaky! Man, people are so weird.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Nextel. Done.|
The boxer is so very off the island. Not officially. Officially, he is standing on the local dock, awaiting his transportation. Why? Because he PISSED. ME. OFF. Here's what happened:
Yesterday, we had our third date. We hung out at my house and watched (yes, actually watched!) a movie. When he first got there, he told me he didn't think we were spending enough time together, in order to get to know each other. I told him this was the most time I'd ever spent with anyone I was dating (for the most part), since usually I was dating someone who lived in a different city than myself. Anyway, I found this all incredibly adorable.
So today, in an effort to offer him more of my time as requested, I txt'ed him to ask him if he wanted to go to dinner tomorrow. His response is "Are you cooking?". In my head, I'm thinking "Are you effen kidding?" What I say instead is, no, but how about coffee. So he says, and I quote, "Lol. No, dinner is fine. I don't drink coffee nor am i a baller sweety. [sic]" Well, excuuuuuuuuuuuuse me. First of all, we split the bill on our first date. Second of all, I offered to split on our second date. And third of all, I bought his @#$*%! dinner last night. So, thankyouverymuch, suck it up and pay for dinner tomorrow. Moreover, what kind of place do you think I would want to go to? Fogo de Chao? Anyway, I'll be d***ed if we fall into the habit of all our dates being "hanging out" at my place. This is the early stages, and YOU should still be courting. Anyway, all of that wouldn't fit in a text, so I said, "what kind of golddigger do you think I am? I just wanted to go out rather than stay in."
And you know what? The more I thought about it, the more ticked off I was. So, in an effort to not cuss him out, I opted to cancel our date for tomorrow. Far be it from me to spend someone else's money. Frickin' A. He was doing so well too. At any rate, I just have to figure out a way to get him off the island, and by that, I mean how to push him off. As we all know, I'm not so good at the clean break, and I'm easily talked into giving extra chances (See, the young'n, the ninja, the engineer, the bottle service guy). *Sigh*. I can be such a pansy sometimes.
Yesterday, we had our third date. We hung out at my house and watched (yes, actually watched!) a movie. When he first got there, he told me he didn't think we were spending enough time together, in order to get to know each other. I told him this was the most time I'd ever spent with anyone I was dating (for the most part), since usually I was dating someone who lived in a different city than myself. Anyway, I found this all incredibly adorable.
So today, in an effort to offer him more of my time as requested, I txt'ed him to ask him if he wanted to go to dinner tomorrow. His response is "Are you cooking?". In my head, I'm thinking "Are you effen kidding?" What I say instead is, no, but how about coffee. So he says, and I quote, "Lol. No, dinner is fine. I don't drink coffee nor am i a baller sweety. [sic]" Well, excuuuuuuuuuuuuse me. First of all, we split the bill on our first date. Second of all, I offered to split on our second date. And third of all, I bought his @#$*%! dinner last night. So, thankyouverymuch, suck it up and pay for dinner tomorrow. Moreover, what kind of place do you think I would want to go to? Fogo de Chao? Anyway, I'll be d***ed if we fall into the habit of all our dates being "hanging out" at my place. This is the early stages, and YOU should still be courting. Anyway, all of that wouldn't fit in a text, so I said, "what kind of golddigger do you think I am? I just wanted to go out rather than stay in."
And you know what? The more I thought about it, the more ticked off I was. So, in an effort to not cuss him out, I opted to cancel our date for tomorrow. Far be it from me to spend someone else's money. Frickin' A. He was doing so well too. At any rate, I just have to figure out a way to get him off the island, and by that, I mean how to push him off. As we all know, I'm not so good at the clean break, and I'm easily talked into giving extra chances (See, the young'n, the ninja, the engineer, the bottle service guy). *Sigh*. I can be such a pansy sometimes.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Un-retirement
This is an essay on "why I decided not to retire." So, as I said many many months ago, I had already decided that if I didn't make either of the dance teams I tried out for, I'd go ahead and hang up my dance shoes, and be a real adult. Naturally, my mother tried to talk me out of this. My friends tried to talk me out of this. And most of the less than perceptive people in my world made many suggestions as to what I could do instead. (Grant it, they were just trying to be helpful -- but it was less helpful and more annoying).
Anyway, what actually changed my mind was an article I read in a local trade journal. It was about a lawyer who had a hobby of writing plays. He too, attempted to just keep it in the background -- something he did as a kid and in college. But eventually, he decided to just give in to the hobby. What he said, which rang true to me, is that a person cannot give up that which they loved to do as a child. For him, that was writing. For me, it's dancing. And gosh-darn-it, why should I fight it?
Besides, why retire before you're forced out? Well, I've got 7 months to get my act in gear. Darn shame I thought I was retiring...it'll be like starting all over again. (Including the 10 lbs I must have gained since the finals. *Sigh*. Why wasn't I born naturally skinny?)
Anyway, what actually changed my mind was an article I read in a local trade journal. It was about a lawyer who had a hobby of writing plays. He too, attempted to just keep it in the background -- something he did as a kid and in college. But eventually, he decided to just give in to the hobby. What he said, which rang true to me, is that a person cannot give up that which they loved to do as a child. For him, that was writing. For me, it's dancing. And gosh-darn-it, why should I fight it?
Besides, why retire before you're forced out? Well, I've got 7 months to get my act in gear. Darn shame I thought I was retiring...it'll be like starting all over again. (Including the 10 lbs I must have gained since the finals. *Sigh*. Why wasn't I born naturally skinny?)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
300!!!!!!!
Can you believe this is officially my 300th post? And I'd really like to post something profound, but this is not a thinking man's blog. So instead, I'm going to write about something completely shallow....Boys, Fashion, Gossip and such!
Ok, I don't have anything interesting to say about boys, fashion, gossip, or anything. So, I suppose I'll just give you an update.
1. The Boxer -- I've broken the curse -- with the Boxer!! After 11 months of first dates and no second dates, on Wednesday, I FINALLY had a second date! And it was loverly. He took me out for sushi, I took the wine (it was BYOB). He's a little obsessive; but in a cute kinda way. As in, he'll whine if I haven't called him. So, but for the fact that I watch so many crime shows, it wouldn't be creepy at all. But alas, I do watch a lot of crime shows, so now I'm all worried that he's going to turn into a stalker. **This is completely unfounded, and totally encouraged by a recent CSI: Miami episode. We haven't even had a 3rd date!
2. Bottle Service Guy -- he's still a total flake. I've determined that when we do talk, he's completely entertaining, and so I'm making efforts to turn him into a platonic friend. Thus far, it's been a feeble attempt. Yesterday, he asked me to watch football with him, and I told him I couldn't because of the Dancing With The Stars finale. I think he was shocked at the reason I turned him down. I found it kind of hilarious really.
3. Laptop -- so, I've purchased a new laptop, to much pain in my wallet. I did go to the store on Black Friday to see if they marked it down even further, but alas, they hadn't. Sadly, I lost all my pictures and all my music. The music, totally replaceable. The pictures, not replaceable, but almost all of them are either in print or on my digi cam still. Sadly, roughly 8 pics from last year's NYE in PHX are MIA. :'(. Soooooo sad about that.
4. The Ninja -- yup, texted me over Thanksgiving. I texted back. That was it. But I suspect he's trying to re-establish contact with the island.
I think that's it. But, if there's more, you'll find out in post #301!!!!!!
Ok, I don't have anything interesting to say about boys, fashion, gossip, or anything. So, I suppose I'll just give you an update.
1. The Boxer -- I've broken the curse -- with the Boxer!! After 11 months of first dates and no second dates, on Wednesday, I FINALLY had a second date! And it was loverly. He took me out for sushi, I took the wine (it was BYOB). He's a little obsessive; but in a cute kinda way. As in, he'll whine if I haven't called him. So, but for the fact that I watch so many crime shows, it wouldn't be creepy at all. But alas, I do watch a lot of crime shows, so now I'm all worried that he's going to turn into a stalker. **This is completely unfounded, and totally encouraged by a recent CSI: Miami episode. We haven't even had a 3rd date!
2. Bottle Service Guy -- he's still a total flake. I've determined that when we do talk, he's completely entertaining, and so I'm making efforts to turn him into a platonic friend. Thus far, it's been a feeble attempt. Yesterday, he asked me to watch football with him, and I told him I couldn't because of the Dancing With The Stars finale. I think he was shocked at the reason I turned him down. I found it kind of hilarious really.
3. Laptop -- so, I've purchased a new laptop, to much pain in my wallet. I did go to the store on Black Friday to see if they marked it down even further, but alas, they hadn't. Sadly, I lost all my pictures and all my music. The music, totally replaceable. The pictures, not replaceable, but almost all of them are either in print or on my digi cam still. Sadly, roughly 8 pics from last year's NYE in PHX are MIA. :'(. Soooooo sad about that.
4. The Ninja -- yup, texted me over Thanksgiving. I texted back. That was it. But I suspect he's trying to re-establish contact with the island.
I think that's it. But, if there's more, you'll find out in post #301!!!!!!
Monday, November 19, 2007
It's like riding in a coffin down a mine shaft
That is a quote from the t.v. show Samantha Who? on ABC. She was talking about elevators. I feel it refers to my job. I really didn't want to write another post about how much I enjoy my job. And by enjoy, I mean despise. But, I felt that quote was oh-so-appropriate, and therefore I thought I'd share.
Here's what I was going to post originally: I am so confused by the boxer. Remember how he and I had sorta, kinda arranged to meet on Thursday? And then he never got back to me to confirm time or place? And then he didn't answer my text on Saturday (it was a totally random text, one that I sent to more than one person). So I figure, good riddance to mediocre rubbish; given my earlier determination that his island stay would be short as he was just trying to get laid. Anyway, I received the most baffling phone call and message today...from the boxer. Wait, why is he calling me? Yes, I get that he and I did not actually have a set time or place to meet last Thursday, but I thought that maybe our mediocre date was understanding enough that we weren't really going to put forth effort. Was I the only one that got that vibe? Hmmm. Anyway, I haven't returned the call yet. That'll give me something to do tomorrow when I'm driving to BFE for work.
Here's what I was going to post originally: I am so confused by the boxer. Remember how he and I had sorta, kinda arranged to meet on Thursday? And then he never got back to me to confirm time or place? And then he didn't answer my text on Saturday (it was a totally random text, one that I sent to more than one person). So I figure, good riddance to mediocre rubbish; given my earlier determination that his island stay would be short as he was just trying to get laid. Anyway, I received the most baffling phone call and message today...from the boxer. Wait, why is he calling me? Yes, I get that he and I did not actually have a set time or place to meet last Thursday, but I thought that maybe our mediocre date was understanding enough that we weren't really going to put forth effort. Was I the only one that got that vibe? Hmmm. Anyway, I haven't returned the call yet. That'll give me something to do tomorrow when I'm driving to BFE for work.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Sister Mary Bridget Jones
Yesterday, martamack -- ahem, Married martamack -- missed his train, and because he lives in BFE, that meant another one wasn't coming for quite some time. Being the adoring kid sister that I am, I agreed to meet him at the nearest Starbucks and provide company. During our coffee break, I had a very Bridget Jones Diary moment.
You may remember the scene in the first Bridget Jones movie where she's sitting around at a friend's dinner as the only single person there. And one of the smug married men goes "so why do you suppose there are so many women in their thirties who are single?" or some such thing. To which she replied it was because she had scales and fur.
Anyway, the day before yesterday, MMM asked his periodic question of "why are you still single"? Evidently, the answer I gave him on Tuesday wasn't satisfactory enough, because we wound around to that topic again on Wednesday night. I think it may have started because I was describing why bottle-service guy was re-kicked off the island.
Anyway, my usual course of action is to play off the question, or merely ignore it. However, today, I've decided to lay this issue to rest once and for all. The reason why, I have had 7 (8???) first dates and 0 second dates in the past 11 months is because I am abstinent. There, I said it. I dare you to refute it. Think about it, first, the sexual revolution, followed by Sex and the City, and everything in between, and I expect a guy -- mind you, a guy I just met -- to give up getting laid on a regular basis until marriage? Yes, I acknowledge the arrogance in that, but sadly the idea of burning in hell and the accompanying emotional guilt just aren't worth it for me. But, I don't blame the guy for just deciding not to ask me out on a second date, and find a girl whose giving it up instead. I mean really? I'd do the same thing.
MMM's solution to all this was just not mentioning it until the 3rd date. I'm pretty sure all that does is put off the inevitable...and adds the extra bonus of accusations of being a tease. AND, if you don't bring it up right away, I find that the guy merely believes it's a ploy and that either (a) I'm lying in order to look coy or (b) he can talk me into having sex.
So there, that's why I'm still single. All clear? Ok good. Glad we talked about that. Just call me Sister Mary Bridget Jones.
You may remember the scene in the first Bridget Jones movie where she's sitting around at a friend's dinner as the only single person there. And one of the smug married men goes "so why do you suppose there are so many women in their thirties who are single?" or some such thing. To which she replied it was because she had scales and fur.
Anyway, the day before yesterday, MMM asked his periodic question of "why are you still single"? Evidently, the answer I gave him on Tuesday wasn't satisfactory enough, because we wound around to that topic again on Wednesday night. I think it may have started because I was describing why bottle-service guy was re-kicked off the island.
Anyway, my usual course of action is to play off the question, or merely ignore it. However, today, I've decided to lay this issue to rest once and for all. The reason why, I have had 7 (8???) first dates and 0 second dates in the past 11 months is because I am abstinent. There, I said it. I dare you to refute it. Think about it, first, the sexual revolution, followed by Sex and the City, and everything in between, and I expect a guy -- mind you, a guy I just met -- to give up getting laid on a regular basis until marriage? Yes, I acknowledge the arrogance in that, but sadly the idea of burning in hell and the accompanying emotional guilt just aren't worth it for me. But, I don't blame the guy for just deciding not to ask me out on a second date, and find a girl whose giving it up instead. I mean really? I'd do the same thing.
MMM's solution to all this was just not mentioning it until the 3rd date. I'm pretty sure all that does is put off the inevitable...and adds the extra bonus of accusations of being a tease. AND, if you don't bring it up right away, I find that the guy merely believes it's a ploy and that either (a) I'm lying in order to look coy or (b) he can talk me into having sex.
So there, that's why I'm still single. All clear? Ok good. Glad we talked about that. Just call me Sister Mary Bridget Jones.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Promised Details
Ok Dance Team: I went to finals. Before finals, we had 2 boot camp classes. They lasted from 7 until 10:30. Then, the finals were held at a local club. We dancers had to arrive by 10 a.m. We rehearsed, and then changed into black cocktail dresses. For the record, my black cocktail dress is fabulous, but no longer fits me awesomely, because my trainer worked and whittled me down a size. (Yee haa). There was a question portion, where we were to shine with personality. Then, we changed out of our black dresses and into our teeny tiny dance outfits. And then we danced. And then I didn't make it. The end. And so now, I've pretty much decided to retire my dance shoes once and for all. As I said way back in September, if I didn't make it, I'd probably be done. Hence retirement.
Ok boys: The bottle service guy. We had a FANTASTIC first date. There was lots of giggling, and we were both dressed rather stylishly. This was the Thursday before the tryout. The night after the tryout, we talked. He wanted to hang out, but for obvious reasons, I really didn't want to. So, I invited him to come over on Sunday and watch football. I grant you, they were tentative plans, but I still wasn't expecting him to blow it off. Which he did. I didn't hear from him again until I texted him the following Tuesday. Long story short, I kicked him off the island. But upon re-examining the issue, I have sent him another invitation to the island. But, I'm going to make it very clear that he's walking a fine line.
The boxer. The boxer is a guy I just met on Saturday. He's both a professional boxer (middle heavyweight) and a personal trainer. I shudder to think of that 8 pack he's sporting. We met on Saturday. He called and asked for a date on Sunday, which we had on Sunday. I'm impressed by his boldness. However, I suspect he's just trying to get laid. Unfortunate really, I would've enjoyed a cuddle with a hard body like that.
Ok, I think that's it. Consider yourself updated. Phew. Just in time to go to bed. Zzzzzz.
Ok boys: The bottle service guy. We had a FANTASTIC first date. There was lots of giggling, and we were both dressed rather stylishly. This was the Thursday before the tryout. The night after the tryout, we talked. He wanted to hang out, but for obvious reasons, I really didn't want to. So, I invited him to come over on Sunday and watch football. I grant you, they were tentative plans, but I still wasn't expecting him to blow it off. Which he did. I didn't hear from him again until I texted him the following Tuesday. Long story short, I kicked him off the island. But upon re-examining the issue, I have sent him another invitation to the island. But, I'm going to make it very clear that he's walking a fine line.
The boxer. The boxer is a guy I just met on Saturday. He's both a professional boxer (middle heavyweight) and a personal trainer. I shudder to think of that 8 pack he's sporting. We met on Saturday. He called and asked for a date on Sunday, which we had on Sunday. I'm impressed by his boldness. However, I suspect he's just trying to get laid. Unfortunate really, I would've enjoyed a cuddle with a hard body like that.
Ok, I think that's it. Consider yourself updated. Phew. Just in time to go to bed. Zzzzzz.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Quick Note
So, I haven't blogged in a while, so here's the cliff notes of what you need to know. Last week my computer died. And by died, I mean fubar'ed. That happened the day before I didn't make the dance team -- and de facto went into retirement.
The guy from the bar fell off the island. But he's been replaced by a new guy, the boxer. Whom I met on Saturday, and then went out on a date with on Sunday. More details to follow.
Anyhoo, as expected, I'm up and down with my mood, of course. Being forced into retirement sucks a little. The guy from the bar leaving the island also sucked, given our excellent first date. The new guy, kinda fun, but I'm not yet sure about.
At any rate, I'll post more soon, I promise.
The guy from the bar fell off the island. But he's been replaced by a new guy, the boxer. Whom I met on Saturday, and then went out on a date with on Sunday. More details to follow.
Anyhoo, as expected, I'm up and down with my mood, of course. Being forced into retirement sucks a little. The guy from the bar leaving the island also sucked, given our excellent first date. The new guy, kinda fun, but I'm not yet sure about.
At any rate, I'll post more soon, I promise.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Oyeille yeille yeille
Ouch. That's what my body is saying, exclaiming, crying really. Why, you ask? Well because yesterday I had tryouts to become an Adrenaline Rush Dancer. Tryouts began at 9:15. We started with very scary technique. And given the fact that we were in a convention center, and not a dance studio, there were no mirrors. All I know is that I did the leaps and the sexy walks really well...because I already knew how to do those. I also know that I didn't do the Calypso so great. And, I tripped at least once attempting to wink at the judges. Smooooooooth.
Ok, after the technique, we moved on to the sideline. This was pretty easy as long as you knew something about pom dancing. Which, obviously I do. The real key was to be able to do the freaky straight arms of a cheerleader. Totally handled that. But so did everyone else, for the most part.
Then, we had our lunch time adventure. The sign on the bus stop said 3 blocks to get to the McDonalds. So I, along with some other girls, walked. I don't know who measured, but it was definitely a good half mile. ONE WAY. Arrrrrgh!
After lunch, there was even more. First, there was a hip hop. I had a good time with that one. Shakin' my distinctive parts, as Luda said. Second, there was a pom funk routine. No one rocked that one, because it wasn't as high energy as the hip hop. Which is probably why we had to do it twice. Yikes.
Anyhoo, short story long...I made it to finals!!!!!!!! Squeeeeeeee!
Ok, after the technique, we moved on to the sideline. This was pretty easy as long as you knew something about pom dancing. Which, obviously I do. The real key was to be able to do the freaky straight arms of a cheerleader. Totally handled that. But so did everyone else, for the most part.
Then, we had our lunch time adventure. The sign on the bus stop said 3 blocks to get to the McDonalds. So I, along with some other girls, walked. I don't know who measured, but it was definitely a good half mile. ONE WAY. Arrrrrgh!
After lunch, there was even more. First, there was a hip hop. I had a good time with that one. Shakin' my distinctive parts, as Luda said. Second, there was a pom funk routine. No one rocked that one, because it wasn't as high energy as the hip hop. Which is probably why we had to do it twice. Yikes.
Anyhoo, short story long...I made it to finals!!!!!!!! Squeeeeeeee!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Long Weekend
Last weekend was quite the weekend. Friday, I went to an incredibly grown-up dinner party that the cute neighbor invited me to. I was so impressed with everyone's dish. (Given that I didn't get notice until the last minute, I took tasty tasty liquor, and didn't show off my culinary skills). Anyway, the hostess made a tasty and delicious pork tenderloin. Cute neighbor made tasty pasta. HBG made sauteed green beans. But, most impressively, one of the other guests brought stuffed mushroom caps. They were to die for. So very delicious. Afterwards, we went out for a bit, ending up at the bar where Afro-guy works. Sadly, he wasn't there. HBG's friend from college came along, and he was a super cute law student. I would've definitely made out with him, but for the fact that HBG was standing right there. Bummer. D'ah well. If he's friends with HBG, he's probably stuck in the frat boy mindset anyway. Particularly since he's nearly a lawyer.
Then Saturday I went out with the Fabulous Kia (That's pronounced kye-ah). She is a most fantastically person that I met through Chrissy. Fortunately, Chrissy introduced us, because we were both languishing from going out to lame bars with Chrissy. Now we can go out to classy bars with each other, and get into all kinds of trouble. What kind of trouble you ask? Well, trouble like Saturday night. Not only did we get into VIP for free, but Kia also managed to get us each a free glass of champagne from some random guy. And then we both got drinks from cute boys with bottle service (Belvidere for those of you keeping track). Hilariously, Kia was actually using her pseudonym, and the guy to whom she'd given her phone number called on Sunday asking for her. And she was a teeny bit confused. HA!
Speaking of cute boys with bottle service. One of them asked for my phone number -- and unlike JLH he called! Hooray! We'll see if it goes anywhere. So far, so good. I've been impressed with his boldness thus far.
Then Saturday I went out with the Fabulous Kia (That's pronounced kye-ah). She is a most fantastically person that I met through Chrissy. Fortunately, Chrissy introduced us, because we were both languishing from going out to lame bars with Chrissy. Now we can go out to classy bars with each other, and get into all kinds of trouble. What kind of trouble you ask? Well, trouble like Saturday night. Not only did we get into VIP for free, but Kia also managed to get us each a free glass of champagne from some random guy. And then we both got drinks from cute boys with bottle service (Belvidere for those of you keeping track). Hilariously, Kia was actually using her pseudonym, and the guy to whom she'd given her phone number called on Sunday asking for her. And she was a teeny bit confused. HA!
Speaking of cute boys with bottle service. One of them asked for my phone number -- and unlike JLH he called! Hooray! We'll see if it goes anywhere. So far, so good. I've been impressed with his boldness thus far.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
This post brought to you by the number 9
Last night, I was looking in my closet, longing to wear jeans to work the next day. I came to a rather shameful conclusion. I own nine pairs of jeans. 9!!! Isn't that absolutely nuts. That's american materialism at it's best. And honestly, I only feel bad about 2 pair of the 7. The other 7, I get a decent amount of wear out of them. But 1 pair used to be my comfy pair, have sort of turned into a mom jean. The other pair are the skinny jeans. A great pair of jeans I bought at the height (low?) of my Weight Watcher days. I keep them around to remind me how tiny I can be if I really put my mind to it. I tried them on last night, given my recent strength training with the trainer extraordinaire -- they were still pretty tight. But not necessarily in the obscene kind of way, maybe in an almost kind of way. So, we'll see if at the end of our sessions, I can get myself in them. Dude, making the dance team + fitting into my skinny jeans = wickedly worth the price.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Thus swung the Pendulum
So, the Ninja called me tonight. I missed the call (making me look like a busy busy girl). But he left a message. Which was even more shocking; since he never leaves message (that would be far too responsible). The message basically asked what I was doing on Friday. And therein lies the question. Why is he calling asking what I'm doing on Friday? And since the only way the thought would cross his mind to ask me is if he broke up with his g/f or if the relationship is on the rocks....how long ago did that relationship start to spiral downwards? And, most importantly, do I care?
Sunday, October 14, 2007
News and Reflections
News first: We'll start with the Hawkeye. Ok, basically, I'm so over him. He's too young. And generally not that into me. Actually, I don't know if he's that into me, so much as he isn't working that hard to get to me. That might be because he's not that into me. And it might be because he's not used to having to work that hard...having been a football player in the Big 10 and all. Thus, although he's still uber-cute, I'm just not willing to put in any kind of work to get his attention, because he's just out of college, and therefore not worth the effort.
There may, however, be a newcomer to the island. We'll call him JLH. JLH is a little bit older than I'm normally attracted to. Stop laughing! I'm not always attracted to 22 year olds. I'd definitely go for someone who is 27, 28. Remember cute neighbor?! He's 28. Ok then. Glad I proved that. (I still hear you giggling). Anyway, JLH is probably around 32, 33. He's an attorney at a sweatshop firm; a 7th year. He's tall caramelly and handsome. And definitely spends some time at the gym. Which I like. I don't know much else about him biographically. Mostly because we only met briefly at a lawyerly function. So far, there's been no contact. But my buddy said that I may have made him think that I wasn't interested, so I broke the 2 day rule and emailed him right away -- but it was both casual and legitimate. The ball's in his court now, so we'll see if he was actually interested. Here's to hoping that he's not only interested, but also child-free and has a good personality to go with that nice body.
Reflections: Ok, so today I was at my friend's housewarming dinner party. And she was mentioning some things that pheebee's been getting into and some things that she's done. I've always said that I want to lead an exciting life; and I've always been afraid that my 20s were just languishing since I wasn't really doing anything uber-exciting. As it turns out, when you list all the things I've been getting into recently, my life's not so boring. Think about it, I've tried out for a pro dance squad, and I'm trying out for another one in a few weeks. Besides that, I was already on one a few years ago. AND, I was picked to be the CBJIG. AND, I used to be a Hooters Girl. (Bet you forgot about that). And I went out with a pro-basketball player. And I've been to a bunch of foreign countries. I mean, my biography, while nothing movies are made of, is actually fairly interesting. Sah-weet! I don't have to worry that I'm the most boring person in the world. Which, believe it or not, is a near constant nagging fear that I have. (Look at that, one more layer to pheebee's personality -- I'm like a deluxe parfait).
There may, however, be a newcomer to the island. We'll call him JLH. JLH is a little bit older than I'm normally attracted to. Stop laughing! I'm not always attracted to 22 year olds. I'd definitely go for someone who is 27, 28. Remember cute neighbor?! He's 28. Ok then. Glad I proved that. (I still hear you giggling). Anyway, JLH is probably around 32, 33. He's an attorney at a sweatshop firm; a 7th year. He's tall caramelly and handsome. And definitely spends some time at the gym. Which I like. I don't know much else about him biographically. Mostly because we only met briefly at a lawyerly function. So far, there's been no contact. But my buddy said that I may have made him think that I wasn't interested, so I broke the 2 day rule and emailed him right away -- but it was both casual and legitimate. The ball's in his court now, so we'll see if he was actually interested. Here's to hoping that he's not only interested, but also child-free and has a good personality to go with that nice body.
Reflections: Ok, so today I was at my friend's housewarming dinner party. And she was mentioning some things that pheebee's been getting into and some things that she's done. I've always said that I want to lead an exciting life; and I've always been afraid that my 20s were just languishing since I wasn't really doing anything uber-exciting. As it turns out, when you list all the things I've been getting into recently, my life's not so boring. Think about it, I've tried out for a pro dance squad, and I'm trying out for another one in a few weeks. Besides that, I was already on one a few years ago. AND, I was picked to be the CBJIG. AND, I used to be a Hooters Girl. (Bet you forgot about that). And I went out with a pro-basketball player. And I've been to a bunch of foreign countries. I mean, my biography, while nothing movies are made of, is actually fairly interesting. Sah-weet! I don't have to worry that I'm the most boring person in the world. Which, believe it or not, is a near constant nagging fear that I have. (Look at that, one more layer to pheebee's personality -- I'm like a deluxe parfait).
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