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Where, oh where, does time go?
Oh dear. I managed to blog well for basically a whole week. Unfortunately, that was about the point that “real life” decided to rear its ugly little head and bite me on the arse. Too many cliches in that one sentence? Too bad. It’s still before 9am here and that ought to be too early to be legal.
Anyway, here’s a quick recap:
1) My date went well. Hopefully we’re going to do it again soon. He even brought me a bottle of wine! Geez. I’m trying to keep things moving slowly though as I’d like to (hopefully) meet new people as well and not just throw myself head-first into a relationship.
2) I got my class schedule sorted out. I’m taking this next quarter at Metro so I can take most of my credits online to give me more scheduling flexibility for appointments and work. My boss, apparently, really needs me to be available to fill in for B. (who has stomach cancer and is getting much weaker very quickly) and I’d like to oblige, particularly as having a good deal of copy-editing experience will help my chances of moving away at some point.
3) The Royals lost! Damn it! Yes, I’m a Royals fan — it’s taught me many things about life, like how to lose with quiet dignity and grace (well, except for the minor disappointed outburst). But… but… they’d been on a hot streak all summer! Every time I went to a home game to watch them, they’d won! Then they lost to the Albuquerque Isotopes. It probably didn’t help that I spent some of the game thinking about that Simpsons episode. On the other hand, Justin Huber (I’ve totally had a crush on him for about two years now — it helps that he’s Australian and dreamy) looked cute even if he had a bad night.
4) I’m pretty sure I’m driving out to Colorado next week — specifically, out to Estes Park so I can hike up on Trail Ridge Road. It’s one of those places that managed to get under my skin ages ago, possibly one of my favourite places in the entire world. I really need to get out there soon or wait until next year, as half the trailheads close in mid-October. I just want to take more pictures like this and I promise to update everytime I can find a wireless connection.
More later. I really ought to figure out how this Monday-at-the-office should be structured.
What does “cautiously optimistic” mean, anyway?
Huh. So, people actually ARE clicking on over to my blog. At least I know I’m not ranting to an empty internet.
Today it’s pouring and the lightning is starting to make me regret my decision to keep my desk right next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. At least I have an excuse to read my newspaper over in the corner. My boss doesn’t seem to want to see me charred to a crisp any more than I do. It’s a frustrating newsday anyway — it seems like the phrase “cautiously optimistic” is all over the wires today, whether it’s in regard to the trapped miners, the torrential rain in New York City, Peter Pan peanut butter heading back to the shelf, the market’s self-correction after the Federal Reserve report yesterday or the South Korea/North Korea summit. I’m sorry, but “cautiously optimistic” seems like the most blatantly obvious cover-your-ass statement in existence. Say what you really think, people! There shouldn’t be any shame in making a wrong prediction — human beings, on the whole, are NOT psychic.
This would be why I’m killing time here. Here, and on match.com. I know, I know. Actually, no, I don’t know. Everytime I try out one of these sites, people roll their eyes at it and say how lame online dating is.
Well, you know what? I have better luck online. Offline, I seem to be the type of girl that people cheat on their girlfriends for. Either that or I get stared at for months, only to be drunkenly told at the end of it that they’d really wanted to ask me out instead but they were intimidated and now they’re stuck because they’ve managed to knock their girlfriends up. I’m the type of girl who always hears:
“If I weren’t gay/engaged/married/suicidally depressed/attached-to-mommy’s-apron, I’d snap you up like that.” (Wow. That is SO tempting. You’re always going to be gay. You’re not going to leave your fiancee/wife. And I’ve always wanted to date a mamma’s boy who slits his wrists on Tuesdays.)
At least online we can talk for awhile. I can use my Super Awesome! interviewing skills to come off brilliantly witty and make it clear that I’m not a needy, self-obsessed dramawhore (at least, I’ve never been accused of being one). And, best of all? If they get creepy, I can pull the online equivalent of sneaking out the back without embarassing myself in front of the hot waiter.
Within one day, I’ve been contacted by over 20 guys. Okay, so some of them obviously didn’t read my profile at all, but that’s to be expected. Out of all of them, I’m probably going to meet four of them and will keep in touch with at least six others. Maybe at least, when I go back for our family reunion this fall, I can avoid being patted on the head and told “don’t worry, you’ll find your man one day” without having to lie about it.
