I'm unexpectedly weirded out to find that that my straight ex-girlfriend is getting married. That makes TWO of my exes that are either married (civil-uinioned, whatever) or on their way to getting married. Now I don't know 100% for sure that she's getting married, but I think I've interpreted the code correctly on J-Wo's blog. And it's all even more strange that I dreamed last night her and I ran into each other randomly and were chatting for a couple of minutes.
Um, so yeah, weirded out.
This brings me to the one topic that I inevitably come to -- my love life. Ten months into OFTL/OFAG and I'm single. No, the news of my ex-girlfriend getting hitched does not make me long for my own nuptials, but oh great universe, all the angels and saints, why in the name of holy fuck is my love life a general wasteland on par with an EPA Superfund site? It defies logic. Let's look at the stats:
Rouge is 27, well adjusted, not crazy, single, reasonably cute, funny, skilled, intelligent, fashionable, and can cook like no body's business.
See, I sound really good on paper! So why the singleness? Or rather why not more interest? Even my friends are surprised.
"There's nothing wrong with you."
"I can't believe you're single. You're amazing."
"If I were younger . . ."
So I'm faced with a couple of stark options:
(a) Spend the rest of my life alone
(b) Go straight
(c) Find Jesus
(d) All of the above!
Or, as Dennise miraculously scrounged out of MySpace, follow the path of one of my college classmates.
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I'm just delurking to say hang in there, Rouge. You know that "ZWWWWANNNGGGGGG MAGICAL MOMENT" could be just around the corner. And you know where's a great place to meet girls? Two words: PRAISE TEAM.
And I was just getting ready to ask you the identity of Ms. Secret Blog . . . Mystery solved.
Anyways, I'm always happy to stalk past acquaintances on the web so that you might have blog fodder.
(((myspace)))
~Dennise
PRAISE TEAM indeed.
Word.
I think you need to spend more time with boys. Not in your tackle palace, that is. Just out and about. They might be good for you. I sense too many chicks. ;)
Perhaps you should take a closer look at your cumsumption habits as a possible cause of not noticing who is or is not that into you.
Would Polly Prissy Pants like another cup of tea?
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