School begins tomorrow. Well, make that today. At the ripe age of "looks like 25, but is closer to 35", Ms. Thaing is going to drag her derrier into a classroom tomorrow afternoon. A class which, by the by, she did not do well in whilst in college the last time. Grad school. Feelings? Wow, I like me. I like where I am, what I'm doing and who I'm with.
That's not to say I wish that California wasn't here with me. But my friends are a generally good crew, and they are not too demanding. Dontcha just hate those couples that are always hanging out with other couples... like, nonstop. Like... you get the one, you get that other one...? Or couples who exist solely at the whim of their mate? They try to make the rest of us feel badly because we don't have that... but you know once I had that and it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Very few of the people who present in that manner are actually what they seem, instead of stifled, controlling, or just plain angry at the world. Like people who share an email address. Okay, okay, I have to be truthful: for my very first email address, I shared one with my ex. But that was in the mid-late 90's when ISPs gave out only 1 email addy with each paid account.
Virtually all ISPs are now either Yahoo or AOL now, and hence give 8-12 free email addys along with the paid account. My evil twin and her spouse share an address, as do my lovely folks who've been married longer than half of their lives. The addys read something like: jennabrad@wearelunatics.com or tommyanna@luvanudeist.org. Not that those are their addresses, mind you, just a simple example. That notwithstanding, it's unheard of in the professional realm, for one not to have one's own email address. And yet we still see things like our female boss sending out jokes from her husband's account jimmyjoe@dumptruckdriver.net . So every time we open up our email, we have to think: Who's JimmyJoe again? Oh yeah... that's Susan's husband... and she controls every other facet of his life, why not send email on his behalf as well?? Either that, or else she's such a luddite in the computer world that she doesn't know that Hotmail is free!
Addicted to Long John Silverfish (tm)
I should write a song ala Robert Palmer. I could get Shania Twain to dance backup for me (merci beaucoup). Damn, that fish is good! It's worth a casual mention that the more I exercise, the more seafood I crave. Plus, their batter is really salty and I have low blood pressure and am a salt fiend. If you're lookin' for advice, take it from me -- eat not anything at the Silverfish other than the fish, get it?
Dating Rules for Dummies...
Recall the controversy of The Rules back in the mid-90s? My former landlady suggested that now that I'm out in the dating world again, that I read them. I see a lot of places where I went wrong in the past. I even noticed that when I follow the rules with California Wonderful, I feel a lot better about our relationship. Funny thing though: he can't notice any difference on my part, but casually mentioned that he didn't like the way The Rules made him feel manipulated.
The point, for all you single boys who might be interested, is that Rules for Dating is more of a guidline for the woman to behave in a manner that gives her confidence about herself, and most especially about her relationships. If she can act like less of a crazy around you boys, won't that turn you on to her a little more? How about if she can feel secure without you contantly having to remind her? Yeah, that's what I thought: you'd jump at the chance. So, if your girl is reading the Rules.. give her a chance and she'll settle down and be a lot more confident from now, into the future.
Monday, August 23, 2004
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