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{January 24, 2012}   Back To School…or not.

Yesterday, I accompanied a friend of mine, who is returning back to school as an adult, to the local community college bookstore, so she could pick up 2 text books.

 

I graduated college 15 years ago (gulp), and haven’t taken a single college course since.  I have more than once considered going back to school for a graduate degree.  Very recently I started really considering doing this, and have spent some time indulging my “what if” scenarios.

 

I haven’t quite figured out what graduate degree program I’m inclined to return for, so, until I figure that out, I’m still in the “thinking about it” stage.  I’m in no rush.  I have a great job, and if I decided to never go back to school again, that would be just fine.  I don’t NEED a graduate degree.

 

But I think I might want one.

 

So, I’m thinking about it.

 

But, back to the bookstore.

 

Initially, as we walked in, I was hit with a wave of nostalgia.  Oh, how I remembered those days, the first few days of class, when everyone rushed to the bookstore between classes, searching for the last “used” book on the shelf, standing in endlessly long lines…only to pay out a small (not so small) fortune for a book you might, perhaps, open twice during the semester.

 

AH…college book prices.

 

No, I don’t miss that.  The wave of nostalgia quickly turned into a wave of nausea, as I recalled the struggle, every semester, to come up with the cash to pay for the books I would need to use in the already paid for (dearly) classes I was taking.

 

As I stood in that bookstore with my friend yesterday, and looked at the two TINY books she was required to pay.  And looked at her total… $160.  FOR TWO BOOKS.  I found myself getting so angry.

 

These books?  What material are they made of that makes them so valuable?  How does a 100 page “booklet” warrant a $70 price tag (for the USED version)?  Does it hold the secrets of the universe within its pages?

 

And this is a community college, not even a private university, an ivy league school.  I can’t even begin to imagine the cost of those books.

 

I remind you, I haven’t been in school in 15 years.  I remember the cost of books being ridiculous then, and I suppose with inflation and the like, in comparison, the prices are much the same.  But, I couldn’t then, and I certainly can’t now, wrap my brain around these prices.

 

Higher education is already so expensive.  The cost of college books baffles me.

 

And I find myself questioning (not for the first time) how this is legal.

 

And then, to add insult to injury, you take this $100 book, at the end of your semester, and sell it back to the bookstore, and maybe they give you $15 for it.  Maybe they give you $5.  And then they slap a “used” sticker on it, and turn around and sell it for $65.

 

Again…how is this legal?  Why is this accepted common practice?

 

I’m baffled.

 

And I’m thinking perhaps Grad school can wait…I’m not sure I’m prepared to waste my hard earned cash on a bunch of text books just yet…

 

Maybe I can find a photography class instead.  I’ll happily spend that money on a new camera…

 

 

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{November 5, 2010}   Counting Down

It’s November. Wait, what? Say that again?


It’s November.

As in…the second to last month of 2010.

Wait, hold on…2010?

Didn’t we just have that whole hullaballoo about Y2K?

Wasn’t that like…last year?

Wasn’t I just sitting around with my two cousins discussing how old we were going to be at the turn of the new millennium, thinking “Oh My Gosh, I’m going to be 25? That’s so old!”.

And now, it’s 10 years later, and I’m 35 and 2011 is a mere two months away.

When did all of this happen? And how did all of this happen?

Stop the world, I wanna get off!

No, wait…deep breaths…deep breaths…exhale…

Okay, okay, I can do this.

November. Time for the countdowns to being.

And there are so many countdowns for me.

For starters, I work a youth retreat every Thanksgiving weekend, and there is A LOT of prep work involved with that. The countdown to the retreat has begun.

Then, there is, of course, the countdown to Thanksgiving.


Which, very quickly gives way to the countdown to Christmas (GULP).

Followed closely by the countdown to the end of the year and 2011.

I’m not ready. I’m not counting down to anything. I’m going to savor each and every day.

So there!



I don’t watch commercials on television very often anymore, not since I got my Tivo box years ago. But now and again, I will. Usually, when I am in the middle of doing something else, often times in another room, so I mostly “hear” the commercial a handful of times before I actually see it.

I’ve “heard” the following commercial quite a few times in the last couple of weeks, and every time, I thought “well, that just doesn’t sound right to me”.

Today, for the first time, I actually saw the ad. What ad? This ad:



Nope, that just doesn’t seem quite right, does it? What message is being put out there? That it’s okay for a mom to “borrow” her daughter’s shirt without telling her, lie to her when she asks you about it, go behind her back to continue hiding the fact that you wore it, and then act like it’s HER FAULT she couldn’t find the shirt in the first place?

I’m not a mom, but somehow, I don’t think this is the lesson I want to teach MY KIDS whenever/if ever I do have them.

Not to mention the mom’s “you know that’s not my style” comment. Meaning what? That mom has this whole other personality, out with her friends, partying, drinking, in leather pants, that she hides from her daughter (and perhaps the rest of her family) as she sits at home in a grandma sweater with no make-up on?

Saying that what? A woman can’t be both a good mom, and have fun with her friends, wear makeup and look good?

I don’t know…I suppose whoever came up with this concept was going for some sort of sitcom humor, but…sitcom humor doesn’t work in 30 second spots, and it sure as hell doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that would inspire me to buy a product…


Parental Discretion Advised, there is some (not a lot, I promise) strong language in this post.

So, I’m a bit of a celebrity nut. It’s not a big secret, I’ll admit it openly that I am certainly fascinated by celebrity and pop culture. It is a world I would NOT EVER want to be a part of, but thoroughly enjoy reading and hearing about.

In short, it entertains me, and I’m all about being entertained.

That being said, because I love to learn about the personalities behind the actors, musician and others in the industry, there have certainly been times when a celebrity’s behavior has completely turned me off their work (ahem, Kanye West anyone?)

There have also been times, especially now in the age of Twitter, when the personality of someone has actually turned me onto their work.

One such celebrity is John Mayer.

I’ve always liked every John Mayer song I’ve heard on the radio, but I had bought into the media casting him as “a cad and a douchebag” (the media’s words, not mine).

So, I’d always been a little bit turned off his music.

And then, I saw one of his tweets retweeted by someone else, and it absolutely cracked me up so I started following him. What I learned then is that he is witty, sarcastic, self-deprecating, and not at all the way the media portrays him.

The thing is, he very much has a sense of humor that reminds me of my ex, Cognac (click here if you’re curious about that particular bit of my history, but not until you finish this post, ok?)


See, Cognac had a lethally sarcastic sense of humor. He had a way of saying things that were biting, and hilarious, but went over most people’s heads. If taken at face value, out of context, or at all seriously, he came across as a bit of an a$$hole. I have vivid memories of smacking him in the arm and saying “shut up, they’ll take you seriously” oh, so many times.

John Mayer strikes me that way.

So, today, when the world was all a-twitter about his supposedly racist remarks, and his incendiary comments about Jessica Simpson, I was intrigued, and a little amused. I tweeted something to the effect of: ” I believe John Mayer is laughing it up that everyone is taking him so seriously”.

But like everyone else, I hadn’t yet read the full Playboy interview which sparked all the controversy, so I was reserving full judgment until I did.

Well, I just did. And if you have not, I hope you will. Here’s a link, but keep in mind, this is an interview for Playboy magazine, so the language, and subject matter is not rated G: John Mayer Interview.

Here’s what I have to say: First of all, people really LOVE to get all worked up about every little thing, don’t they?

Secondly, yes, John Mayer made a huge mistake using the N word in that interview. By no means do I believe him to be racist or that his remarks were racist, but that word? I don’t believe it should ever be uttered. By anyone. At any time. White or black.

John addressed his decision to use that word in his twitter stream today: Re: using the ‘N word’ in an interview: I am sorry that I used the word. And it’s such a shame that I did because the point I was trying to make was in the exact opposite spirit of the word itself. It was arrogant of me to think I could intellectualize using it,because I realize that there’s no intellectualizing a word that is so emotionally charged.

Regarding his comments about dating black women and his racist genitals…that was just an idiotic comment but again, not racist…if you really dissect it and look at it, the complete opposite of that.

And then there are the comments he made about Jessica Simpson. He said she was “crack cocaine” to him, and that she was sexual napalm. Okay, so perhaps (not perhaps, definitely) it was inappropriate for him to talk about their private sexual life in an interview (even if it was a playboy interview), but you know what? I don’t know that I’d be offended if someone said I was sexual napalm, and as addictive as crack cocaine…offended that he was publicly laying out there, yes, but…come on, he just said the intellectual equivalent of “that girl is the bomb”.

Read the rest of the interview, which is LENGTHY and you’ll see he addresses his insecurities, his “douchebaggery”, his immaturity, his love for Jen Aniston, and so many other things.

Taken out of context, yes, those comments can be seen as ignorant, rude, inappropriate, and all kinds of incendiary. But in the content of the full article, he made some dumb statements, he spoke out of turn about some of his sexual conquests, but man, did the media pick apart an interview and ignore 90% of it to focus on just a few words.

It’s been said that John Mayer is the most hated celebrity in Hollywood. I’m not sure how true that is, but he is certainly the one everyone loves to hate.

I’m not entirely sure why this particular issue spoke to me so much, and why I felt I had to defend John Mayer. He certainly doesn’t need my stepping up to protect him. I’m a fan of his music, I think he’s super talented, but he’s not even one of my celebrity crushes. I am not one of those girls who goes gaga over celebrities (Donnie Wahlberg excluded, of course).

But I am also not a fan of witch hunts. And I hate ignorance. And I despise when folks all jump on the lets hate someone bandwagon without knowing all the facts.

I don’t know John Mayer personally. I have no idea if deep down he is a good guy, or a complete a$$hole.

But I read the interview. And I don’t think he deserved the beat down he got for it.

Agree? Disagree? Let me know, I’d love to hear your thoughts, and am certainly willing to consider your viewpoint.


{January 28, 2010}   Not Always Bliss

Warning, I am about to step on my soap box…


The other morning, as I was perusing the FaceBook Statuses of my “friends” I came across this status:


shame on you America: the only country where they have homeless without shelter, children going to bed without eating, elderly going without needed meds, and mentally ill without treatment – yet they have a benefit for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations,and I have to get asked to donate $ every where I go but yet wecan’t keep our own country right!! 99% of people won’t have balls to copy and report this!


I can’t even begin to tell you how much this particular post annoyed, angered and offended me.

I’m not close enough with this particular “friend” to engage in an all out “you are ignorant because” discussion on facebook, so I let it pass. And yet, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Later that day I went back to visit this particular individual’s page, so i could copy his status message for this post, and I happened to read some of the comments to his post. I was even more astounded and angered by the ignorance, and outright ugliness of some of his commenters.

It is amazing to me that in light of such a tragedy, with over 100,000 people having lost their lives, people can be so callous, so insensitive, so selfish.

Let me make something clear, I am WELL aware of how messed up our country is. I realize we are in the middle of an economic crisis the likes of which this country has not seen in an extremely long time (if ever). I realize there are thousands upon thousands of Americans without jobs, without health care, and even, yes, without homes.

I realize that something has to be done.

Don’t think that when I heard that the Hope For Haiti Telethon raised over $60 million dollars, I thought “wow, imagine if we could pool our resources to raise that kind of money for this country, for our economy”. Because, really, how amazing would that be?

But never, not for a minute, did I think that it was WRONG for us to be raising money for another nation. For a nation so much more in need. So much more in pain.

Let’s be honest, yes, there is poverty in this country, and I know there are areas in this country where the poverty is far beyond anything I can begin to imagine in my “world”. That being said, even in the worst areas, we have an infrastructure, we have programs, we have aid. I realize people slip through the cracks, I realize that much more needs to be done, but we have HOPE.

WE DO help our own country. I don’t know about you, and I certainly don’t know about the individuals posting on that particular facebook status, but I donate to charity, to American charities, whenever I can. I give goods, food, clothing, jackets, and money, whenever the need arises, whenever I get an urge to do something for someone else.

And there are so many wonderful organizations and programs you can join to help out. So many charities out there, reaching out to those less fortunate in this country.

Even in our toughest economic times, we are a rich nation, rich in generosity, rich in resources, rich in opportunity.

Haiti, on the other hand, is not. Even in their best times, outside such a tragedy, they are a nation with less. Less infrastructure, less opportunities, less hope.

So, we step up. WE, the INDIVIDUALS, reach into our purses, our pockets, and we give. Of our OWN MONEY. Of our OWN FREE WILL. We give.

And what could possibly be so wrong in that?

This particular individual who posted that status message calls himself a Christian. As a Christian myself, I find that laughable. As Christians, how can we speak against anyone willing to help fellow humans? Regardless of what nation they live in?

There is a difference between wanting to help your own nation, and criticizing it for helping others in the midst of unspeakable tragedy.

I wonder myself how much this individual, and those who commented with such ignorance to his post, have donated to ANY charity in the last month? Year? Lifetime? I wonder how much they have done besides bitch about the state of our economy?

I wonder, but I won’t lose any sleep over it…Because I know the rest of us are doing enough to cover the rest of them.

Ignorance…not always bliss, is it?



{December 18, 2008}   Seriously, I need to know

So, here’s the thing. When I said in this post, that I didn’t really care whether or not Blue actually called me, after the random pick-up at the mall, I was being honest.

I really don’t care either way. No, honestly, I don’t. I’m way too busy right now anyway, and well, the thought of having to go on an actual date just yet scares the hell out of me, so, I’m good with some random pick-ups and no follow through for right now. Less stress for me, if you ask me.

Oh, right, and just in case you hadn’t caught on yet, Blue never called. Even with the “three day rule” men seem to love to live by, he’s let that window open and close. Truth be told, I sort of forgot all about him until my friend texted me this morning with a “any calls yet?”

Hmm…nope, not a one.

But again, I’m okay with this. As Pamela so eloquently put it in her comment to my last post, “biting fingernails worrying about Karina flirting with the next Ted Bundy… shiver shiver shiver.” He could have turned out to be a real weirdo, so no huge loss for me here. Also, as Frigga said, “I love getting the random ask-out”. Seriously? Good for the ego.

That being said, however, I need to know. I need to know why it is that men will do something like put themselves out there, risk the embarrassment of potential rejection, to ask for your telephone number, and then not call. Seriously??

I mean, this is not anything new, and this is probably exactly why right after giving him my number I said “I don’t even care if he never calls”. Because I sort of already knew odds were he would not. Because, men? They do this. And we women? We expect this. It’s just part of the age old dating phenomenon, isn’t it?

But still, I just don’t get it. Is it really just the thrill of the conquest? And if so, wouldn’t it be an even bigger thrill to follow through? No? Perhaps not.

Hey, whatever the case, I’ll take the boost to my ego knowing that I am again among the troves of women out there giving out their phone numbers and never getting that phone call.

I’m already doing better than I was doing this time last year.

But really, seriously…why bother guys?



{February 6, 2008}   Wordy Wednesday

Disclaimer time: For the most part, I’ve encountered nothing but great folks in the blogosphere, and am constantly amazed with the kindness, generosity and just plain niceness of the people I’ve “met”…but there are always exceptions to the rule….this post is about those exceptions. Nobody reading this should take it personally, as it is not meant as an attack on anyone I know, or anyone who reads my blog, however, if it hits close to home…well, then maybe you should look within, and ask yourself why. End of disclaimer.

So, here’s the thing, I’ve had something on my mind for a bit now, and I think it’s time I get it off my chest. Ready? Okay (said like a cheerleader, clapping her hands)…

What is it about the internet that causes so many folks to lose sight of their manners? Is it the security of anonimity, or is it that in real life they’re actually that rude as well?

I ask this because something happened recently in an internet setting that I was witness too. It did not affect me directly, but as an indirect observer I was shocked at the crass manner it was handled by an individual against another (or group of others). Without getting into many details, because I really don’t want to put anyone on the spot or call anyone out, plus, what I’m talking about is not necessarily anything most (if any) of you have anything to do with, I’ll just tell you that it had nothing to do with those “spam” or anonymous comments that are rampant throughout the blogosphere. This was an entirely different situation. The point is, after I read the exchange, I couldn’t help but wonder if this particular individual would actually use that tone of voice (the implied tone of voice in the written message) and those exact words were this a face to face situation. If so, then I have sympathy for those who know and deal with this individual on a daily basis, and I feel a bit for the person as well, because how sad to go through life so unaware of the cloud of gloom they create. But if not, (and I want to believe this to be closer to the truth), then what is it about the internet that allowed “the ugly” if you will, to come out of an otherwise rational being?

The thing is, with this particular individual, this is not the first time I’ve had a negative reaction to their “written” word. There have been several occasions where I have been taken back and thought to myself “wow, that was rude”, so perhaps, it is the person, and not the context.

Still, this isn’t about one individual, they were just the catalyst for my line of questioning. See, in this day and age of technology, when we do spend a lot of our time emailing, text messaging, and blogging our thoughts to one another, something has been lost in the art of etiquette and manners.

Examples:

If I send you an email in which I am telling you about my weekend, and I ask a few questions, or share a few anecdotes, and you respond with an email that ignores everything I told you, and proceeds to tell me only about your weekend…something is lost there, isn’t it? I always make it a point to address everything you’ve said in an email to me FIRST, before I move on to the portion of my email where I tell you about me. This is how a conversation flows, right?

If I send out an invitation to a party, via email, and ask that you RSVP, and then receive confirmation that you have indeed read my email, but don’t receive a response from you until you show up at my party that night…well, that’s just inappropriate, isn’t it?

If we are having a discussion through written means, and something I say doesn’t sit quite right with you, knowing the dangers of misinterpretation in the written word, do you get mad and write me off, or do you question what I truly meant? In person, you would have asked me “well, what the hell does that mean?” wouldn’t you? Why is it any different in writing?

If we are text flirting (ah yes, you knew I’d come to this at some point) and you ask if I want to see you this weekend (already breaking some unwritten rule, because who asks a person out on a date via text anyway?) and I tell you I have plans already for this weekend…do you text me back (at the very least) with alternate plans, or do you fall off the face of the earth, sulking in your corner? (FYI, yes, we are speaking of Lawboy here, no, I have not heard from him since the week of New Year’s, and no, I don’t really care, I’m just using this as an example of the downfall of etiquette).

There are so many other ways in which I have witnessed a disregard for the basic decency of treating your fellow man and woman, these are just a few examples. The question is…why? How is it that we have allowed basic manners to fall by the wayside simply because we are at our keyboards, instead of sitting at a dinner table? And how can we fix it? Because technology is only getting to get grander, and infiltrate our lives more and more each day. So, how do we keep ourselves from becoming a generation of humans who show no respect for each other?

I don’t have the answers, I only know what I can personally do as my part…what do you think?



{January 22, 2008}   No Autographs Please

As with celebrities who choose their careers in the limelight, only to be hounded by papparazzi at every waking moment, bloggers too invite the public into their private thoughts.

When a Britney or a Paris go out every night to the local hotspots, and then cry and bitch about how the paps don’t leave them alone, we feel no pity. After all, isn’t this what they want?

And yet, when a more private celeb, one who makes big movies, or sells millions of albums, and yet isn’t out on the “scene” every night, is hounded by paps day or night…well, then we might feel just a bit more sympathy. They are still public figures, yes, but if they choose to have a quiet dinner at a local out of the way restaurant, they should be able to do so in peace, shouldn’t they? And if not in peace, they should at least be able to go on about their life without being criticized for every little thing. For example, recently, there was all this hoopla surrounding Jennifer Love Hewitt and some beach photos of her in a bikini. Since she’s a celeb, she can expect that if she steps out in a bikini on a public beach, photographs are going to surface. Fair enough. What she certainly couldn’t have expected, and probably shouldn’t have expected, was the amount of press those photos received with negative, disparaging remarks attached, attacking her weight. Not only were those comments insensitive and unnecessary, they couldn’t have been more off base. But this isn’t about J-Love, it’s about the fact that press, any press, whether good or bad, means that you have “arrived” as a celebrity.

As a blogger, it is in the stats, the amount of readers one has, and of course, the comments, that we know we have “arrived”. And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, we love comments. We want comments, we dig for comments and we do little happy dances in our chairs when our inboxes are filled with comments.

But you know you’ve truly made it as a blogger when you receive your first “spam” comment. I’m not talking about the machine generated, check out this adult website sort of comments. No, I’m talking about the ones that were actually composed by what is presumably a fellow human being. Someone who took the time out of their oh so busy scheduled (read sarcasm here) to stop by your blog and leave a disparaging, insulting, or just downright offensive comment. To, perhaps, stir the pot, if you will. To see if you’ll respond. To see if they can hurt you. Who knows, really, the reason why someone would want to waste your time (and in turn their own) with a comment that offers nothing? But there it is. And of course, in the true manner of the blog world, the comment is left anonymously.

How we, as bloggers, react to these comments is of course up to us. I received my first one of these a while ago. In response to an older entry, and certainly meant to offend. I chose to hit delete, and move on. It didn’t anger me, it didn’t hurt me, if anything, I felt sorry for the person who left it. How empty their life must be that this is how they get their kicks. A shame, really.

But it did give me pause for a minute. Does this mean I’ve “arrived”? Should I start wearing sunglasses and a wig when I step out to my local grocery store? What do you think? Should I go with red hair, or black?



{April 13, 2006}   Prom Dressing – 2006


So, I don’t have a picture of me in my prom dress to show you. And, even if I did, I still wouldn’t show you, because…well…it was the early 90’s. Need I say more?
Anyway, you can imagine pretty much what it looked like if you attended any prom in that time period. All dresses were poofy, ruffly, scrunchy, sleevy (as in poofy sleeves), and sparkly or a combination of two or more. They were also…well…DRESSES. One did not wear a bikini, or some variation of the theme to their prom. I thought I was being riske because I wore a short dress (knee length) with off the shoulder sleeves.
Nowadays however, I would have been looked at as matronly or something. After all, the picture above depitcs just SOME of the prom dresses I came across when reading this article:
http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/1331/whats-hot-for-prom?fr=fp-buzz-morebuzz
THESE, my friends are the promdresses of 2006.
Let’s not forget that the girls wearing these dresses are all between the ages of 16 and 19 at the MOST.
Wow…times have changed, haven’t they?



Wow, two entries in one day? Well, immediately after I entered the other entry, this happened:
I’m rethinking the whole “ready to date” thing, and it didn’t even take a full week…how about that?

If not the “ready to date” thing, I am MOST DEFINITELY re-thinking the “letting my friends set me up” thing.

Scenario: K (that’s me) is sitting at work, minding her own business, when suddenly Europe’s “The Final Countdown” begins playing from her jacket pocket. It appears that K has left her cell phone on from her earlier jaunt out of the office (which in and of itself was a whole other source of aggravation, since K was called while out of the office running office errands because a client was on the other line and had a question…uh? Voice mail anyone???? take a freakin’ message??) okay, anyway, back to the story at hand. SO, cell phone rings (and no, I didn’t download “the Final Countdown” as a ring tone, my brother did, I inherited his phone, I like the song)…K answers phone. It is Cat, the friend who called this weekend asking if I’d be interested in meeting T.

Cat: Hi
K: Hi girl, how are you?
Cat: Oh, not good, we got some bad news about the dog, he might have cancer.
K: Oh no, I’m so sorry (genuinely concerned, cat and husband just got dog, really love him, recently lost other dog due to old age)
Cat: Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about that
K: Okay (then why did you start the conversation with that? Well, okay, whatever, I asked how you were, I got an answer, moving on), so what’s up?
Cat: Well, we wanted to know if you’re going to be around either Friday or Saturday night, T wanted to see if we could set something up for him to meet you this weekend.
K: Oh, I can’t, I’m going away this weekend, I won’t be back until Sunday (okay, late saturday night, but still, same thing).
Cat: Oh, okay, I’ll let Husband know. Maybe next weekend then?
K: Sure, I’m supposed to have dinner with some girlfriends either Friday or Saturday but it’s not set yet, so either night, I can work one or the other around.
Cat: Okay, I’ll call Husband and we’ll talk later in the week then.

Goodbyes are said, phone’s hung up. TWO minutes pass.

“It’s the final countdown….”

K: Hello?
Cat: Hi, so, T REALLY REALLY wants to meet you, so even if it’s some night during the week, he wants to know if you want to go out, so he can meet you.
K: What the hell did you tell this guy about me that he wants to meet me so badly?
Cat: Nothing much, just the basic stuff, I told him that you’re independent, have your own place, don’t really date at all, and he’s just really interested.
K: (not so sure I’m okay with the “don’t really date at all equals he’s really interested part, what the hell does that mean?) Okay…well, I don’t know about during the week, I’m usually in a get out of work go home and relax kind of mode during the week (not to mention that I plan on starting the gym next week but don’t get into that here), but I will be around next weekend for sure.
Cat: Okay, it’s just that ever since we told him about you he keeps asking Husband about you, and he really wants to meet you (WTF?? He knows me form a hole in the wall). And…

AND HERE LADIES is where K gets PISSED OFF

and Husband was like “what doesn’t she want to meet him anymore?”
K: Cat, it’s THURSDAY, you called to ask if I was available for Friday or Saturday, I’m going away…I said I was available next weekend. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet him, it means I have plans TOMORROW and the DAY AFTER…
Cat: yeah, okay, well, I’ll tell Husband
K: Okay, yeah, cool.

Goodbye’s are said, phone’s are hung up.

WTF?? Tell me something, do all couples automatically assume that just because a person is single, then she has nothing better to do than sit around on Friday and Saturday nights waiting for someone to want to go out with them? So, because I happen to have plans THE VERY NEXT DAY, I’m automatically not interested in meeting your friend? AND WTF did you tell him about me that is making him want to meet me so badly? Either this guy is desparate to meet ANYONE, (I’m getting stalkerish vibes here), or you guys think that by making him sound SOOO interested I’ll be jumping up and down for joy. Truthfully, I’m a little freaked out. How long have you known me? YEARS, right? You’d think by now you’d know that I’m not turned on by the “Nice to meet you let’s get married” types.

Is it that because I made the mistake of telling you that yes, I might be interested in dating again, you assumed this means that I must be married within the year?

THIS is why I don’t like set-ups. Now you will be hounding me to go out with him, to like him, to marry the freakin’ guy. I don’t even know his age!

DID I NOT say “casual get-together”. When did this turn into a “shotgun date”. Do or die. GO out with him TOMORROW or you’re not really interested? Is this coming from the two of you, or is this coming from him? Either way, I’m quickly debating whether to tell you to just forget the whole thing. This was supposed to be fun, now it’s feeling like a chore. YOU’VE KILLED IT.

Sigh…



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