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9.03.2005

I'm sorry, what? (Revisited)

This is a portion of a post from June 26, 2005
I'm reposting it b/c yet again, today while at the pool with my nephews (8 mth old, SO CUTE) my mother and sister-in-law decided to poke the Caged Tiger of My Dating Life with the Pointy Stick of Good Intentions...


Today, 3 people all said the same thing to me: You should date and meet someone and make babies

I beg your pardon? I'm cool with just me.

My dear friend is marvoulously in love, so now she's after me to start dating
I said, Why is it not ok that I'm happy by myself, it that wrong?
She said, yes, you should be with someone, start dating
OH,
I should start DATING,
I thought,
all this time,
everyone has been telling me to start RATING,
which is why I'm so critical with I go out with men
He's a 2
He was 7
He's more of a 4.5 who thinks he's a 9.5, which really makes him a 3.87

3 Thoughts Shared:

  • Man, I wish people would put themselves in your position sometimes and stop voicing their opinions on how you should live your life. That's just my opinion. :-)

    By Blogger Unknown, at 3:48 PM, September 03, 2005  

  • Don't get me wrong - I adore my family. I'm addicted them. I have very little of it here in the US, so I treasure them.
    BUT, It was just a look that let them know that I was not inclined to discuss my dating or lack there of life in front of two nieghbors, 3 tots arou nd 8 years old and a disgruntaled underpaid 15 year old lifeguard.

    I think, in all I've ever said about dating, that post is really the best sum of the situation. =)

    Sally Cakes, I belive I may have exhausted my search within the current supply of men in Greater Washington DC Area. So, should gas prices stay within reason, I may start searching globally =)

    By Blogger M is for..., at 9:00 PM, September 04, 2005  

  • I figure my legs are a 7.
    beer guts a 2. (ok, 1.3).
    spotty arse probably -1.
    Wit and charm, about -9 first thing, (not a morning person) rising to 3 around opening. Briefly increasing to 7 on two and a half pints before slumping rapidly back to -9 and takeing even my good legs with it.
    See - its all about timing. life is like a shipping forcast but without the listening pleasure.

    Go out and date - its not like you have to like them!

    By Blogger Old Man Rich, at 5:05 PM, September 05, 2005  

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