Monday, August 20, 2007
Drunk calls
So kids...I haven't had anything newsworthy to share for a while, then it hit me the other night as I watched a 40-something drug addict/alcoholic drunk call everyone in her phone book. After college, there's nothing pretty about the drunk call. And even in college it's pretty pathetic.
I'll be honest...I've been going out on a lot of first dates. I'm the queen of first dates...no second dates, just first dates.
Question...how do you know a guy just isn't into you? He doesn't ask you ONE question about you. Now I'm no narcissist, but you'd think out of shear consideration one might, at the very minimum, ask "How are you doing" or "How's your meal" or "Did you have any traffic." NO. Not even the obligatory "Are you ready to go."
Mr. Q, as I'll call my last no-name man, was running late because he was checking out muscle cars. Right...my first check on the "we probably aren't compatible list" but I'm a gaming gal. When we finally met face to face I could see the immediate annihilation of his me-fantasy and as a direct result, he decided in his own mind that conversation with someone that he obvisously was less-than-infatuated with was beneath him. Sidebar here: I wasn't that into you, but at least I showed up with my A-game! If it weren't for my manners we would have sat in silence for an hour. I don't give a hoot and hollar about muscle cars...I was being nice. And really, I could care less about your "super top secret" job...something tells me that if you refer to it as a "SUPER TOP SECRET" job that it's not all that super top secret. And if you have to spend at least half of the date trying to impress me with some wild story about you and your friends on a ski trip in Canada last winter where you made a home video of the four of you playing "Croc Hunter with the mountain sheep" we're going nowhere fast. Dude...those types of shenanigans might have been alluring in your 20's, but you're 40!?!
Hang on to your loved ones kids...it's a jungle out there!
I'll be honest...I've been going out on a lot of first dates. I'm the queen of first dates...no second dates, just first dates.
Question...how do you know a guy just isn't into you? He doesn't ask you ONE question about you. Now I'm no narcissist, but you'd think out of shear consideration one might, at the very minimum, ask "How are you doing" or "How's your meal" or "Did you have any traffic." NO. Not even the obligatory "Are you ready to go."
Mr. Q, as I'll call my last no-name man, was running late because he was checking out muscle cars. Right...my first check on the "we probably aren't compatible list" but I'm a gaming gal. When we finally met face to face I could see the immediate annihilation of his me-fantasy and as a direct result, he decided in his own mind that conversation with someone that he obvisously was less-than-infatuated with was beneath him. Sidebar here: I wasn't that into you, but at least I showed up with my A-game! If it weren't for my manners we would have sat in silence for an hour. I don't give a hoot and hollar about muscle cars...I was being nice. And really, I could care less about your "super top secret" job...something tells me that if you refer to it as a "SUPER TOP SECRET" job that it's not all that super top secret. And if you have to spend at least half of the date trying to impress me with some wild story about you and your friends on a ski trip in Canada last winter where you made a home video of the four of you playing "Croc Hunter with the mountain sheep" we're going nowhere fast. Dude...those types of shenanigans might have been alluring in your 20's, but you're 40!?!
Hang on to your loved ones kids...it's a jungle out there!
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