Thursday, December 27, 2007

So, the date was blah. Shouldn't have gotten in a lather about it. Nice enough guy, no chemistry. Good food - I had the Ma Po Tofu. And I'm never dating again.

Chinese again tonight. One of my previous coworkers is moving out of the area, and we are having a little party in her honor. Potluck without the cooking. Each person brings their two fave dishes from a Chinese restaurant. I'm bringing Dry-Braised Chicken and Deep-fried Tofu with Spicy Ginger Garlic Sauce. Think about this - the restaurant is at the airport. How many towns have a popular, and good, Chinese restaurant? Called the Skyroom? I'll call it in, pick it up, and hopefully won't forget to get my parking ticket validated this time!

Had an awful nightmare about my ex-husband last night. Remarried him, only to have him run off with a 22-year-old blonde between the ceremony and the reception.

I think my blogs are more interesting when my kids are home.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

As long as he doesn't try to blindfold me.

So. I have a blind date at noon today. I don't even know what he looks like, but he shouldn't be hard to find. We're meeting at one of my favorite restaurants. I'm scared. I'm nervous. I don't want to do it, but I don't want to back out now. The last time I had a blind date, it worked out very well. For a while. And then I got very hurt. And I don't want it to happen again.

I'd just decided I wasn't going to date ever again. But, Michelle talked me into this. She met him at the gym, and says that she would go out with him if she wasn't married. Of course, the thing I didn't remember at the time was that I wouldn't have gone out with any of the guys she has. Not a good sign.

I wasn't thinking much about the date when I dressed for work this morning. I got to work, and a coworker asked if I was going to a funeral. I'm in black. What does that tell you?

My stomach hurts. I want to be alone.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Coolest store ever

They have a stapler that doesn't use staples. They have "Free Hugs" t-shirts. They have rubber duckies, and Chinese "Good Morning" towels, and...well, see for yourself.


I like it.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

It's the holidays, and you better damn well enjoy them.

So, I'm on the phone with someone this morning - she's trying to sell me a service that we ALREADY HAVE. She sold it to us, but effectively has the mind of a pea. Needless to say, I'm already thinking she's wasting my time.. Then she asks if I'm ready for Christmas....I told her that I'm done shopping, except for stocking stuffers. She then tells me SHE CAN'T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS TO BE OVER! What kind of a sick sentiment is that? It's the one time of the year that even grouches are nice, people are humming under their breath, holding doors open for you, and generally sharing good cheer. Why would anyone want that to end? Sure, there's a bit more traffic. Okay, it's overly commercialized. For years even I had trouble facing Christmas - my mom died right before Christmas when I was 10 - but I never disliked it.

We had a potluck today at work. We met at 7:00 a.m. Unbelievable how much food I ate. I just kept eating and eating and eating. Bacon and sausage and eggs, oh, my. I've been watching what I eat for two weeks now, and it's all gone to hell in half a day. But I love could you not love pork? It would be like not loving Christmas? Just wrong.

Monday, December 17, 2007

it's been a while.

I promised myself I'd write every day, and I haven't. I did write a couple insignificant blogs on MySpace, but that doesn't count.

I was trying to remind myself this morning, early this morning, ok - 4:00 this morning if you want to be precise - why I've decided not to date. I ran though some of the high points of my dating life inside my head......

Yes, the names have been changed to protect the idiotic.

Sue. I call him this, because he had a girl's name. Ok, the baby name book said it could be an either/or name, but - it's a girl's name. He's 51. Never been married. Brought his yorkie on the date, which he was 10 minutes late for. I was just getting ready to leave. He talked a lot about his mother. She's dead. He loves ballroom dancing and wine collecting. He's a very popular bachelor in town - I see him out at every event with a hot little blonde on his arm. I don't get it. Against my better judgment, I agreed to a second date - shoot me, I thought ballroom dancing might be fun. He. stood. me. up.

Bruce. I walked in to Starbucks to meet him - he was in the corner. Very tall and skinny, weird haircut - like he hadn't changed it since high school. He had a fanny pack - not just any fanny pack, it was patchwork leather. Overstuffed. He was searching for his Starbucks card. Impressive. He'd told me on the phone that he was into some kind of martial arts...I asked for was that Ultimate Fighting! That's not a martial art - it's assault with intent to sell advertising. He became quite angry when I told him I just didn't feel the connection. Surprise, surprise.

More to come - believe me, there is more to come.