TMI
today on the train a woman was carrying a backpack that proudly displayed her birth control of choice in white stitching: ortho tricyclen lo.
i don't even know what to say about that.
ok, yes, i do.
i think i should ask plan b for a special advertising backpack.
that would get more guys than hers, because clearly - i'm insured!
March 14, 2008
March 12, 2008
hot date
tonite i am on a hot date with my roomba. i bought it on sale at woot.com for something like $129.95 and for the first time i am letting it out alone in my room. i can imagine it's making snide comments about my level of housekeeping as it bumps into things & eats up dust bunnies. i'm turning a deaf ear because in the form of domestic help, it is my only vice.
and something like a child, it seems to need constant monitoring or it gets into trouble. if it doesn't get hung up on a piece of carpet it can't climb over, it eats things it shouldn't. when i went in the other room, it ate a kleenex, didn't like it, and then spit it all over the carpet. so i had to clean up after it with the real vaccuum cleaner. i will say its happy little song when it is all proud of itself & done cleaning is rather cute though...
anyhow, i hate to vaccuum, prefering instead to blog about random things like boyz and why i don't have one. well, one that i want, anyway.
last night i had dinner with a girlfriend & we talked about sex. this is about the only time i have ever done this (so far) and i planned a part b. something about knowing you're not the only one to feel the way you do that makes you feel much better.
apparently i am more european than american. which would probably account for the high number of foreign men i have dated. including mr. new york. my girlfriend said that american men are boring, there are no rough edges, and she sure has a point. they're also squeamish when it comes to sex & so particular & porn-addicted it's, well, what it is. i guess boring.
my intent with mr. new york, should anything further transpire (which he seems to be looking forward to) is to pretend that nothing has happened between us, and attempt to get to know him as a guy. one step forward, now it's time for two steps back. this not only protects me, but let's me see all the annoying things about him that counterbalance the sexy things, so i can keep life in its true perspective.
because let's face it, getting along is about who wakes who up in the middle of the night (mr. ny doesn't snore, nice.), who plays the TV too loud, and who doesn't really care about anything that you like. not that the third really matches the first, but if your life is made up of being cultured and thinking all day long, as mine is, it's far better to find a guy who things being cultured and smart is really sexy. otherwise, duh, either you will be bored, or he will.
i've also determined to acknowledge exactly what is happening at the time & not have my head in the clouds. forget how i feel when i am looking forward to seeing him, do i like him when i see him? like two date diva said, it's not the relationship of me to my feelings, it's to HIM. or a guy, whoever he may be.
new beginnings. sigh. we all want them. i highly doubt there will be any further than a beginning with mr. ny, due to factors that i have mentioned before, but since i seem to be infatuated, might as well start practicing up for the dance. never know when somebody else will ask me to dance & then i can use all my moves on him instead...
here's to change.
(and, that's not a political statement...!)
tonite i am on a hot date with my roomba. i bought it on sale at woot.com for something like $129.95 and for the first time i am letting it out alone in my room. i can imagine it's making snide comments about my level of housekeeping as it bumps into things & eats up dust bunnies. i'm turning a deaf ear because in the form of domestic help, it is my only vice.
and something like a child, it seems to need constant monitoring or it gets into trouble. if it doesn't get hung up on a piece of carpet it can't climb over, it eats things it shouldn't. when i went in the other room, it ate a kleenex, didn't like it, and then spit it all over the carpet. so i had to clean up after it with the real vaccuum cleaner. i will say its happy little song when it is all proud of itself & done cleaning is rather cute though...
anyhow, i hate to vaccuum, prefering instead to blog about random things like boyz and why i don't have one. well, one that i want, anyway.
last night i had dinner with a girlfriend & we talked about sex. this is about the only time i have ever done this (so far) and i planned a part b. something about knowing you're not the only one to feel the way you do that makes you feel much better.
apparently i am more european than american. which would probably account for the high number of foreign men i have dated. including mr. new york. my girlfriend said that american men are boring, there are no rough edges, and she sure has a point. they're also squeamish when it comes to sex & so particular & porn-addicted it's, well, what it is. i guess boring.
my intent with mr. new york, should anything further transpire (which he seems to be looking forward to) is to pretend that nothing has happened between us, and attempt to get to know him as a guy. one step forward, now it's time for two steps back. this not only protects me, but let's me see all the annoying things about him that counterbalance the sexy things, so i can keep life in its true perspective.
because let's face it, getting along is about who wakes who up in the middle of the night (mr. ny doesn't snore, nice.), who plays the TV too loud, and who doesn't really care about anything that you like. not that the third really matches the first, but if your life is made up of being cultured and thinking all day long, as mine is, it's far better to find a guy who things being cultured and smart is really sexy. otherwise, duh, either you will be bored, or he will.
i've also determined to acknowledge exactly what is happening at the time & not have my head in the clouds. forget how i feel when i am looking forward to seeing him, do i like him when i see him? like two date diva said, it's not the relationship of me to my feelings, it's to HIM. or a guy, whoever he may be.
new beginnings. sigh. we all want them. i highly doubt there will be any further than a beginning with mr. ny, due to factors that i have mentioned before, but since i seem to be infatuated, might as well start practicing up for the dance. never know when somebody else will ask me to dance & then i can use all my moves on him instead...
here's to change.
(and, that's not a political statement...!)