Fun Friday

This made me laugh and I had to share.  Have a great weekend everyone!  There's some glue basting calling my name, in between time with friends :)

Jealousy

I have some guy friends.  Guy friends who I'm not remotely interested in.  If I were interested in them it wouldn't be appropriate to have been friends while I was seeing someone else.  That's my rule, for me.  If the guy finds me attractive, not much I can do about that.  I don't exactly have people breaking down my door seeking friendship.

Jealousy reared its ugly head today while chatting with my ex.  I guess it's a way to avoid facing his role in our breakup.  The guy wouldn't commit and was actively avoiding me.  That's the problem.  He also wouldn't talk--thus this conversation when it no longer matters.

It's my business, as a single woman, who I spend my time with.  Nobody, especially a guy who decided work was more important than me, gets to tell me which friends are acceptable or not.  So now I'm looking for new chat buddies during the day.

Play Date

I went on a date today and it was good.  It was with a guy I met online, who invited me to see a play this afternoon.  I was very nervous before he picked me up--my first date in 3 years!  Plus I was worried about my neck hurting, and trying to explain my health issues.  The play was good and we enjoyed talking.  After we got food and talked more.

We stopped in to play pool somewhere and found out there was a swing dance class starting in an hour.  So we went back to my place, I changed, and back we went.  I was so excited to meet friendly people in the swing dance community and dance for the first time in too long.  Maybe this would be the impetus to take more lessons and go to dances.  I got 15min into the class then felt so lightheaded I had to sit down.  For the rest of the class.  He was very nice and checked on me.  I felt better by the end of the hour-long class and we danced some.  We hung out there then he dropped me home.

Now my legs are sore, I have a headache, my neck's bothering me, and I hate that I can't go dancing--something I love.  I'm glad to have tried, and that I could do some, but it's very disappointing to always be reminded of how screwed up my body is.  I wish I could go back in time to 17yo and switch for a healthy body.  Telling someone about my life is pretty depressing.

Now with Improved Commentating

I switched to Disqus comments, which tests out fine.  I'll be able to reply to comments via email and other cool stuff.  Blogger isn't bad, and it's free, but the comments are meh.
Thanks to everybody who comments, they really make my day :)

Hazards of Online Dating

So, I'm on a dating site.  It's been slow until tonight: I think Valentine's Day brought out the crazies.

First I received this message from TribalMutt:
"FYI...

..."A woman's hair is a glory to God."

Therefore, if she has no hair, she has no glory. Although God understands if a woman is bald due to chemotherapy, but not because she cuts her hair off because it's a style that she wants.

Just fyi....

Be good.

Colin "

My reply?  That opinions are like assholes, everyone has one.  And apparently he is one.  

I also point out his faulty logic (losing a glory doesn't leave me with zero glories).  And mention that twice donating my hair to sick bald children seems more glorious than leaving it dangling off my head.

As if that weren't enough, here comes Jim4556:

"Your so incredibly beautiful."

Um, thanks.  

Watch out what you write me, guys, you might make it into my blog!