-sleep in, after dreaming about a strange speed dating-type event with college roomies (that's you jamie and kt) and super hot boys in my late grandmother's condominium. then we were all making out in a hot tub. well, not all of us. just the girls, making out with the guys. it was a good dream.
-laze around on the couch...make coffee...make eggs...watch bad tv...
-pull myself together, get dressed, wear flip flops! and head out on errands in the beautiful sunshine with the sunroof open and windows down.
-buy self flowers (gerbera daisies) at costco.
-buy self a bottle of mint bailey's at the supermarket.
-return home, bake chocolate-peanut butter chip/oatmeal cookies. yumyum
-make self and eat gourmet meal of cajun chicken pasta and a big glass of red wine. eat at dining room table. alone.
-take a bubble bath while finishing big glass o'wine.
-eat some cookies and drink my baileys whist watching olympics/ john mayer storytellers on palladium (despite his potty mouth i heart him.)
-and now here, write to my people who are on the edge of their seats in wonder at my love life.
i refuse to feel sorry for myself and it was a very nice day overall. it just would have been nicer to share even a tiny piece of it with someone else. i spent the entire day, sans the few hours at costco and smith's completely alone. i could probably count on one hand the number of words i spoke today. that's weird. and it's moment's like this that make me wonder just what the fuck i am doing here.
i don't need to be in love on valentine's day. but it would be nice to be with another human being.
alas, it's me, baileys and the tv tonight.
ok, for real though, i am content.
here's the update...
the prof is very much out of the picture. i never did email or call him regarding what i might have done wrong. his birthday was thursday though, so i sent a bday text and told him to let me know if he wanted to get a bday drink or ten sometime soon. and all he replied with was, "i'll let you know." not even a thanks for the bday wishes.
how rude, i say.
really didn't like the short balding dude all that much anyway.
there are a few prospects on the horizon i suppose...
i've started emailing via match.com with a dude i will dub cali-dude. cali-dude is from san diego but lived in boston the last 4 years. he's into college bball which is fun and lives right nearby and we hang at some of the same places (that is, were i to hang somewhere, i would choose the same place he chooses). anyway, we exchanged about 4 emails each in a span of 12 hours and he already asked to meet for drinks this week, which works for me i suppose. what do i have to lose, right?
on the eharmony train, i've been navigating the communication stages with two guys but since we're not at "open communication" yet i don't have any cutesy nicknames for them, or any idea of what they are really like.
yet with every bit of potential out there, there are 20 more that remind me how shallow a pond i am fishing in. for example:
i received a match email that did not include a single punctuation mark. deal breaker. his profile is a string of run-on sentences that make no sense. here's a sampling: "I enjoy hiking playing pool traveling I like many things and I like to have good conversations will be honest with you I am not really in to iming people or writing long emails. I think a email is let's say not as personal as a hand written letter or iming is not as personal as talking on the phone."
my guess is he doesn't like emails cause he cannot write to save his life. the next 3 paragraphs of his profile detail how he prefers to have a "Conversation" (with a capital C) on the phone.
there's also a dude on match whose screen name is "iamnotascaryguy". deal breaker. the fact that you need to declare this, IN YOUR SCREEN NAME, leads me to believe that yes, yes you are a scary guy.
"Lonelydad9360". you are 40. why are you looking at my profile? lonely. dad.40=dealbreaker.
there has to be one good fish is this pond...right?
maybe by Valentine's day 2011 I will not be fishing any more and will be making gourmet meals and cookies for someone yummy. or maybe i'll just keep lovin' myself. that works too. :)
ok kiddies...off to bed for me. love you!
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