I've been tagged -- tagged by two people (Rusty and Curly) no less. I've been given the chance to blather about eight random facts and this being Post No Bills, I've decided to tip my hat heavily towards my dating history. Seeing how Ms. K and I are meeting for lunch tomorrow, this will give us something to talk about.
Oh yeah, and apparently there are rules to this whole getting tagged thing.
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
Blah blah blah. Yeah we get it.
Random Fact No. 1!
The strangest date I ever went on started out promisingly enough. We met at Beast in Prospect Heights for a glass of wine and it seemed like we really dug each other. Despite the fact that she didn't eat cheese, I saw some possibilities. Then after we joined up with some friends for an L Word viewing, she suddenly ditched me with the ruse of going home a block away to change her shirt that had some wine spilled on it. You can read more here. It could have been funny except for the rejection part.
Random Fact No. 2!
I was once engaged to my first girlfriend; I was 19 years old and didn't know better. We even had matching diamond rings to celebrate our ill conceived love. Later as the rosy sheen of first love began to fade, I realized that she was had feelings for a mutual friend, the same mutual friend that she would later cheat on me with. They are now married in living in Massachusetts. Though it hurt at the time, I now realize that the mutual friend was doing me a huge favor. Thankfully I haven't seen either in seven years.
Random Fact No. 3!
Apart from three unsuccessful blind dates with people whose names I can't remember, I didn't date from January 2003 till March 2006. Three-fucking-years of nothing after three years of successive long term relationships. I was beginning to wonder what I had done wrong in a past life. Then I decided to be more proactive and thus began Operation Find The Lesbians.
Random Fact No. 4!
I never dated anyone in high school or even middle school. I was a social pariah made awkward by the fact that I couldn't quite figure out why I didn't like boys, especially when all my friends were drooling over the requisite teen crushes of the day. However I was really good at pretending that I thought that Christian Slater was really hot.
Random Fact No. 5!
I've only owned a strap-on once in my life and it made for an interesting trip through security through Waterloo Station on my way to Paris with my girlfriend. I don't even want to know what it looked like through the x-ray machine. Guess it looked suspicious enough because they pulled aside my bag and searched it.
Random Fact No. 6!
Switching gears from my dating life, I was once an exchange student in Wyoming. Although parts of the American West feel like a foreign country to this East Coast, city girl, I have since visited nine countries throughout Europe and the Americas. I have always felt an affinity with world at large and wonder if it's because my parents met and got married while living in West Berlin thirty years ago.
6a! My parents could have named me Berlin, but since I was conceived in Savannah, Georgia, they briefly considered naming me Savannah Sue. Luckily they passed on that idea.
Random Fact No. 7!
I had two roommates simultaneously with the same name. Both later went on to meet, move in with, and get married to men from the UK.
Random Fact No. 8!
I have a crooked toe on my left foot and a crooked index finger on my right hand. The former I was born with, but the later came when it broke after some rough housing with my brother when I was 9 years old. Not realizing that it was broken, it set in a wonky position. I now like to say that it's ribbed for her pleasure.
I am a grapheme synesthete, which means that I see numbers and letters in color.
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