Saturday, May 20, 2006
I'm Absolutely Stumped
I give up. I cannot "get" Zippy The Pinhead. Ya know; the comic strip. I've been reading it in the Washington Post for, like, two years. It totally escapes me. Is it supposed to be funny in a clever sort of way? Clever in an obtuse sort of way? Obtuse in an "I'm living in a redwood trying to save the forest while smoking alot of dope" sort of way?
Any thoughts are welcome.
peace
Any thoughts are welcome.
peace
Monday, May 08, 2006
So anyway.....
I'm a slackass. I know I am. Sometimes I write. Sometimes I don't. It's like I depend on you (my 2, maybe 3, readers) to be there when I need you to be. When I feel like I have something to say.
I feel really bad about it. Really.
Anyway, New Guy kicked me to the curb. In a very nice way.
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First Date: We decide to meet at Vermillion; which is my favorite restaurant. (For right now.) He's driving & I'm walking since I live just 2 blocks down. I'm wearing what I consider First Date Attire. A very simple sleeveless top (black & gold) and nice black slacks. Very cute 1 inch heel black pumps & short leather jacket round out the look. I meet him at the bar & he is wearing (make my heart stop!) a suit & tie. Now, I am all about the "Suit & Tie" look. I think it screams "I am really looking forward to our evening together & I totally respect you for the righteous woman that you are!"
Most men don't dress for dates anymore. It seems like they think the blue shirt/khaki pants thing is a uniform. Good for every date. Suit & Tie is so much more respectful.
It doesn't matter that he wears a suit & tie to work. I know that he got off work about 3 hours before our date. So he showered up & then decided to put a suit on again. For me. Very Cool.
We get a table & decide that we both want wine. We'll get a bottle to share. He makes a show of looking at the wine list & then turns it over to me. "You're the expert!", he says.
(Did I mention before that he is in Law Enforcement? The Federal kind. Guns, Badges, Tinted-Window Agent Cars with tiny antennas everywhere. He'd have to kill me on a moments notice. All very sinister & Extra Very Cool. All this stuff is incredibly sexy to me, but; alas. He doesn't know wine. Could be a Deal-Breaker.)
I pick a Pinot Noir I haven't had the pleasure of trying before. "Jibe". Nice Pinot; not too crazy expensive. Good dinner wine for a first date.
I pick one of the specials (which I always do there because they are always something awesome. Broiled Halibut with a lemon grass sauce with lentils & soybeans was my pick). He picks the same thing; which I find odd. Maybe it's just me; but I think it's a cop-out to say, "And I'll take the same". We were in a restaurant whose Chef is nationally recognized. I wanted to tell him to shop around a little; but got too caught up in how handsome he looked in the suit & tie drinking the pinot.
I thought the dinner conversation was great. We never had any of those weird how-can-I-fill-the-gap? moments. He taught me the rules to Craps. So if I ever find myself in Vegas with too much extra money; I will know what to do. (I'm from SC. I know dick about gambling. I won 15$ playing Black Jack in Santo Domingo one time & quit. Didn't want to push my luck).
We talked about everything. And nothing in particular. I was very excited about our future together. (Which translates into "Next Two Weeks" in Miss Scarlett language. I'm not a long-term thinker.)
(At this point; I have to say that I was very proud of myself. I tend to be a little clumsy at times in this type of situation. Actually, all 5'7" 125 lbs of me can be a fucking 2,000 lb. ox in a china shop in this type of situation. I can't believe I got through putting a fork to my mouth, wine to my lips, & heels to the floor when I went to the ladies room & didn't spill, dribble, or slip. Amazing.)
And then I broke my second rule of dating. My first being: Never accept a date from a guy you meet at your bar. The second is: Never take a first date to the place you hang out.
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I am a bitch. I started writing this & now I am too tired to finish; but I promise I will.
peace
I feel really bad about it. Really.
Anyway, New Guy kicked me to the curb. In a very nice way.
___________________________
First Date: We decide to meet at Vermillion; which is my favorite restaurant. (For right now.) He's driving & I'm walking since I live just 2 blocks down. I'm wearing what I consider First Date Attire. A very simple sleeveless top (black & gold) and nice black slacks. Very cute 1 inch heel black pumps & short leather jacket round out the look. I meet him at the bar & he is wearing (make my heart stop!) a suit & tie. Now, I am all about the "Suit & Tie" look. I think it screams "I am really looking forward to our evening together & I totally respect you for the righteous woman that you are!"
Most men don't dress for dates anymore. It seems like they think the blue shirt/khaki pants thing is a uniform. Good for every date. Suit & Tie is so much more respectful.
It doesn't matter that he wears a suit & tie to work. I know that he got off work about 3 hours before our date. So he showered up & then decided to put a suit on again. For me. Very Cool.
We get a table & decide that we both want wine. We'll get a bottle to share. He makes a show of looking at the wine list & then turns it over to me. "You're the expert!", he says.
(Did I mention before that he is in Law Enforcement? The Federal kind. Guns, Badges, Tinted-Window Agent Cars with tiny antennas everywhere. He'd have to kill me on a moments notice. All very sinister & Extra Very Cool. All this stuff is incredibly sexy to me, but; alas. He doesn't know wine. Could be a Deal-Breaker.)
I pick a Pinot Noir I haven't had the pleasure of trying before. "Jibe". Nice Pinot; not too crazy expensive. Good dinner wine for a first date.
I pick one of the specials (which I always do there because they are always something awesome. Broiled Halibut with a lemon grass sauce with lentils & soybeans was my pick). He picks the same thing; which I find odd. Maybe it's just me; but I think it's a cop-out to say, "And I'll take the same". We were in a restaurant whose Chef is nationally recognized. I wanted to tell him to shop around a little; but got too caught up in how handsome he looked in the suit & tie drinking the pinot.
I thought the dinner conversation was great. We never had any of those weird how-can-I-fill-the-gap? moments. He taught me the rules to Craps. So if I ever find myself in Vegas with too much extra money; I will know what to do. (I'm from SC. I know dick about gambling. I won 15$ playing Black Jack in Santo Domingo one time & quit. Didn't want to push my luck).
We talked about everything. And nothing in particular. I was very excited about our future together. (Which translates into "Next Two Weeks" in Miss Scarlett language. I'm not a long-term thinker.)
(At this point; I have to say that I was very proud of myself. I tend to be a little clumsy at times in this type of situation. Actually, all 5'7" 125 lbs of me can be a fucking 2,000 lb. ox in a china shop in this type of situation. I can't believe I got through putting a fork to my mouth, wine to my lips, & heels to the floor when I went to the ladies room & didn't spill, dribble, or slip. Amazing.)
And then I broke my second rule of dating. My first being: Never accept a date from a guy you meet at your bar. The second is: Never take a first date to the place you hang out.
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I am a bitch. I started writing this & now I am too tired to finish; but I promise I will.
peace
