Loser

i went on another internet date the other night with "take me off the shelf" from yahoo personals. i don't usually bash people by name, but ladies, this boy is married. he's in the process of getting a divorce, so he says, but who can believe anything after one lie?

i actually liked the guy & it pretty much sucks. i thought maybe i'd just missed the part on his profile that says separated. guess not. there wasn't a part that said that. so pretty much he wasted my time.

advice to all: ask the obvious questions online. how would i have found out that TMOFS was married? except that i asked? were you married? UHHHH. are you married now? UHHH. hello. gees. f** loser.

luckily i finally got smart and this time we really met for coffee. at starbucks. so there was NO way it could transition into a meal.

my last dates were pretty wierd. there was "you have such beautiful skin" guy. no seriously. like 5 times. one of my friends at work said to me, ever heard of silence of the lambs? ha.

who before that? i don't remember. i'm sure i will. oh, yes, and recently i met up with my favorite ex-boyfriend again that i periodically love to hate. i've finally decided, yes, finally, that he is a) not interested, b) too busy or c) likes to drive me insane. since neither of the above options are good, i'll settle for d) buh-bye. which leaves me with several options, let's call them A, and B. two make several when you're single. ;)

A will potentially turn into something besides short conversations, and B could morph into something beyond making out every so often. of course their identity is strictly a secret, and B isn't supposed to exist, but sometimes life just IS that way.

if my infamous ex of the who? paragraph returns from his workaholism, he will make C. but until then, i'm just doing fun things like building my nest, with big-ticket item purchases of...silverware. specifically gorham tulip frosted. mmmmmmmm. goes good with my famous apple pie. speaking of which...this is apple season, where all good girl's attention turns from boys to apples. as it should be. until the snow falls & skiing takes over.

i just wonder, when i have kids (sometime in the next 2-3 years) what will i think of doing? no more apple pies, skiing, and dates. will it just be bottles? ugh. i hope i don't start writing about which brand of bottles is best. unless they're designer brand, intended to match my outfit. yeah, i really am not writing this...