Thursday, December 30, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
The Boys... Might Just Be Hanging in Your Past?
Remember that guy you used to work with, maybe 3 or 4 years ago? You know, the one who was on his way to being really attractive, had a winning wit and charm about him, and was maybe even smart? Yeah, the one who had just turned 18 at the time and still had the weird, bitchy high school girlfriend?
Not that Molly Ringwald was ever weird, and/or bitchy.
Yeah, that guy.
Well, I knew that guy, and at age 20 I hadn't really matured to the point at which I could accept dating a younger guy - and of course, definitely not one with the weird, bitchy high school girlfriend. A couple of years later, however, we've gotten back in touch thanks to a handy little internet tool I like to call "Facebook," and after a few weeks of exchanging posts and messages back and forth, we progressed to texting, and finally we had a nice little get-together of drinks at a local pub planned yesterday although I wasn't entirely sure whether or not it was officially "a date."
This is what internet flirting looks like.
Of course, in my current job I work with the general disgusting public and not so conveniently came down with an ugly plague-like flu on Thursday, meaning that I had to postpone. He expressed, to my glee, great disappointment and we are now not only going for drinks, but also to a local art gallery on Wednesday. This one is a date for sure. Win!
Enjoys being a GENTLEMAN. Get it? I'm hilarious.
Anyway, my point, ladies, is if you have been having trouble meeting appropriate suitors lately, think back to your crappy college job 3 years ago. Maybe there is one that you've already met. Granted, chances are that all the boys you worked with then probably still work there and have no real future, but maybe, just maybe, one of them moved out of town for a few years and got into post-modern literature, enjoys going to the theatre and being a gentleman. Maybe.
Not that Molly Ringwald was ever weird, and/or bitchy.
Yeah, that guy.
Well, I knew that guy, and at age 20 I hadn't really matured to the point at which I could accept dating a younger guy - and of course, definitely not one with the weird, bitchy high school girlfriend. A couple of years later, however, we've gotten back in touch thanks to a handy little internet tool I like to call "Facebook," and after a few weeks of exchanging posts and messages back and forth, we progressed to texting, and finally we had a nice little get-together of drinks at a local pub planned yesterday although I wasn't entirely sure whether or not it was officially "a date."
This is what internet flirting looks like.
Of course, in my current job I work with the general disgusting public and not so conveniently came down with an ugly plague-like flu on Thursday, meaning that I had to postpone. He expressed, to my glee, great disappointment and we are now not only going for drinks, but also to a local art gallery on Wednesday. This one is a date for sure. Win!
Enjoys being a GENTLEMAN. Get it? I'm hilarious.
Anyway, my point, ladies, is if you have been having trouble meeting appropriate suitors lately, think back to your crappy college job 3 years ago. Maybe there is one that you've already met. Granted, chances are that all the boys you worked with then probably still work there and have no real future, but maybe, just maybe, one of them moved out of town for a few years and got into post-modern literature, enjoys going to the theatre and being a gentleman. Maybe.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Man Repelling And The Case Of Us Not Getting Any Man Action
As I mentioned in November, two lady pals and myself have recently moved out of the homes and warm embraces of our parentals into our own humble abode.
Our place is located in the Osborne Village area of Winnipeg, which, if you are not familiar, is one of the heppest parts in town. For serious.
We discovered shortly after our move that the neighborhood Safeway is overflowing with beautiful men around 6pm. Obviously this means that popping in for some milk or fruit after work has become a common routine even when we don't really need groceries. Once, when while bored one evening we even got super dressed up to go to Safeway.
We get looks, there is no question about that. We may even get a couple of friendly smiles. What we never get are takers. At first we were all very much confused. We are cute, clean, and well dressed girls. See below:
(Ignore the men in these, they are of no consequence)
A couple of days ago K, one of the roomies and a fellow blogger, stumbled across a blog that opened our eyes: The Man Repeller.
The Man Repeller is some chick in NY who talks about how things that give us "lady boners" are the same things that make men's junk go super limp. This means that when the roomies and I are getting dressed to go out and ask each other how we look and we all think we look super amazing and hot we are really setting ourselves up to come home empty vaginaed.
I mean, I know it makes sense. What guys would understand how awesome things like shoulder pads, turbans, fur hats, skull rings, epaulettes, coloured tights, and stewardess caps are?! NOT MANY apparently!
So when we see hot guys out with their homely girlfriends and we are all like "WTF, she is so sad and boring looking! We are so much hotter!" we can now understand that the only reason he went for her, aside from her "winning personality", is because fashionable gals like us confuse the hell out of him and he is afraid to kiss us because he doesn't know how to do it without getting our feather collars stuck in his teeth.
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