I figure the best way to get volume to my blog will be to list all the things that I want for my birthday, as I believe that will be huge on everyone's "to do" list this week.
Black Dolce & Gabbana dress - size 4 or 6, which I realize is the new size 14. It has classic lines and a leopard silk lining. I think it's spring 2007 and saw a 38 (size 2) in the couture section of rich TJ Maxx in Radnor. Tried to squeeze into it, but hopeless.
Any Chanel handbag. Surprise me as I can't seem to make up my mind which one I want.
Any Chanel boots. Surprise me but I am leaning toward over-the-knee black quilted.
Silver Manolo Blahniks. Like the ones that Carrie had ripped off at Tatum O'Neals house. Size 7.5.
A text message from Matthew MacFayden would be awesome.
Ok - that's it for now.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Date.com - I must be crazy.
Sooner or later curiousity gets the best of you. You see the commercials, you read the wedding pages in the New York Times and you say - hey - it worked for them, what are you waiting for? Happiness is right around the corner. That dream date/man/match is just a click away.
Or so I thought.
Date.coms are more funny than fun. You screen through countless men and their cheesy lines. Guys who seem to be either players or played out. You have the guys that post with their dogs - now don't get me wrong, I like dogs, but give me a break, the guys with cats - always a turn on. One guy even posed with a monkey. Ok, I'll give him points for bravery. Some guys are with their kids - I guess that is supposed to be a
clue that they are great fathers - but putting your kids on the internet?? Others pose with the same shirt on in different positions - clearly clueless.
Their explanations are amusing. They are all sincere, energetic, athletic and spontaneous. A rare combination in the real world, but in the virtual world I guess you can be whoever you want to be. And you need to shoot high, because not one that I met had an accurate tape measure.
No matter what range you keyed in as a preference - you get them all. Hot twenty-six year olds - not sure what I would do with that. I even got a message from a 76 year old.
Some messages are plain-out erotic. Some guys just dull. All persistent.
If someone actually breaks through the menagerie - you work up the courage to meet them. Trust me, they never look like their photo. That's probably just the nature of the beast. Probably some guys have thought I was a troll. But it's tough sitting through a first date, when they obviously like you and the whole time you are thinking - dream date/man/match a click away? Yeah right.
Sometimes you actually start to connect with someone, but don't think just because they are "online" to meet someone, it's a lock. Date.coms come with the same bag of tricks that you will find in the real world. I suspect the odds are actually about the same of hooking up with a kook. Which incidently is a specialty of mine - which is what led me to date.com in the first place.
So in summary, it's a crap shoot. Just like everything else in life. I still would like to believe that meeting someone is as easy as going shopping for shoes. Because after all, that is what you are doing. Shopping for a date. All I can say is you better keep your receipt.
Or so I thought.
Date.coms are more funny than fun. You screen through countless men and their cheesy lines. Guys who seem to be either players or played out. You have the guys that post with their dogs - now don't get me wrong, I like dogs, but give me a break, the guys with cats - always a turn on. One guy even posed with a monkey. Ok, I'll give him points for bravery. Some guys are with their kids - I guess that is supposed to be a
clue that they are great fathers - but putting your kids on the internet?? Others pose with the same shirt on in different positions - clearly clueless.
Their explanations are amusing. They are all sincere, energetic, athletic and spontaneous. A rare combination in the real world, but in the virtual world I guess you can be whoever you want to be. And you need to shoot high, because not one that I met had an accurate tape measure.
No matter what range you keyed in as a preference - you get them all. Hot twenty-six year olds - not sure what I would do with that. I even got a message from a 76 year old.
Some messages are plain-out erotic. Some guys just dull. All persistent.
If someone actually breaks through the menagerie - you work up the courage to meet them. Trust me, they never look like their photo. That's probably just the nature of the beast. Probably some guys have thought I was a troll. But it's tough sitting through a first date, when they obviously like you and the whole time you are thinking - dream date/man/match a click away? Yeah right.
Sometimes you actually start to connect with someone, but don't think just because they are "online" to meet someone, it's a lock. Date.coms come with the same bag of tricks that you will find in the real world. I suspect the odds are actually about the same of hooking up with a kook. Which incidently is a specialty of mine - which is what led me to date.com in the first place.
So in summary, it's a crap shoot. Just like everything else in life. I still would like to believe that meeting someone is as easy as going shopping for shoes. Because after all, that is what you are doing. Shopping for a date. All I can say is you better keep your receipt.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The blog and why it is.
I have been blogging since April. Blogging is like smoking cigarettes only healthier.
At some point in the day, you want a break, you need an escape, so you go find your fix. If you are lucky, you happen upon a blog supported by a group of people whose life experiences start to really matter to you. That's what happened to me.
I don't remember the exact day, but I do remember why I started. I was watching a reality show and someone who I thought was pretty phenomenal was voted off. The finality bothered me. I wanted to know more, hear more, so naturally I did what any normal and curious person would do, I googled him. From there I wandered on to the "blog" and it changed my life. Sounds rather dramatic, doesn't it?
But it's true.
If you find the right blog, you get to talk with people from all over the world. Generally, you have a common interest - the blog host. But a good blog achieves a life of its' own. You share experiences - good or bad, and find support and wisdom.
I'm not sure what percentage of the world actively blogs. I can tell you in my circle - no one does. So I have become a freakish anomaly. And for that reason I decided to start my own.
So that's the story. More to come.
At some point in the day, you want a break, you need an escape, so you go find your fix. If you are lucky, you happen upon a blog supported by a group of people whose life experiences start to really matter to you. That's what happened to me.
I don't remember the exact day, but I do remember why I started. I was watching a reality show and someone who I thought was pretty phenomenal was voted off. The finality bothered me. I wanted to know more, hear more, so naturally I did what any normal and curious person would do, I googled him. From there I wandered on to the "blog" and it changed my life. Sounds rather dramatic, doesn't it?
But it's true.
If you find the right blog, you get to talk with people from all over the world. Generally, you have a common interest - the blog host. But a good blog achieves a life of its' own. You share experiences - good or bad, and find support and wisdom.
I'm not sure what percentage of the world actively blogs. I can tell you in my circle - no one does. So I have become a freakish anomaly. And for that reason I decided to start my own.
So that's the story. More to come.
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