Not to be repetitive, but what the hell is wrong with men?
You'd think that meeting them on a dating site would imply that they were interested in dating you. Apparently this is not the case.
I was supposed to see this guy I've been dating for over a month, lets call him X, who finally had 2 days off in a row, Sunday and Monday (Monday being today). Friday he texts me: "Looking forward to Sunday Monday so we can hang out." Guess what? It's Monday and I haven't heard a word from him since.
And so begins the sordid tale of my recent dating experiences.
Then there was P, who would invite me to fancy events and never follow through. One of them was to be at the Met Museum, a very black tie event for which I would need a very black tie, floor length dress. He said, it's in 2 weeks, I'll send you the information, let's go together. I said, I will have to get a new dress. He said, it's gonna be fun!
That was 2 months ago. The dress is hanging, unworn, in my closet. He still texts me, but never mentions the party and never asks me out.
And lets not forget K, who frequently goes on vacations to LA and Tahoe, texting me about once a week. You would think that someone who was interested in you would make damn sure that you wouldn't run off and find someone else why they were "hanging out" 3000 miles away.
Not to be an asshole, but I can't understand why men feel that I am so terrible that they must cut off all contact with me all of the sudden. I'm not clingy, I'm not mean, I'm decent looking, and someday I may have a job with an actual income. I'm not exactly sure what it is that will prevent them from fleeing into the night and, apparently, tossing their cell phones into the bushes to better ignore me with. Heaven forbid I should send them a text to inquire about their continued existence after not hearing from them for 3 days.
I realize that it's a slippery slope down bitter highway, and as such, I am refraining from contacting any more men until conditions improve (meaning, the urge to punch every man I see in the face has subsided).
Males of the world, the jig is up. In the 21st Century there is no excuse, short of your own death, not to contact someone you're interested in, particularly when you've established some semblance of a relationship. Please have the courtesy to at least send an "It's not you, it's me" text message.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
She is the best thing that's ever been mine
As you guys know, my sweet little Minny passed away about a month ago.
Minny was 16 years old, and the best feline companion and friend that anyone could ask for. I remember the day she arrived. My aunt and uncle brought her to our house. I remember being 6 years old and seeing this tiny little creature, all ears, come out of her cage and run straight into a cabinet, shaking with fear. After much coaxing, Minny eventually came out of the cabinet and became an integral part of our family.
I have very few memories before Minny. She was there when my parents were together, when they got divorced, and through all my best and worst moments. She always appeared regal, and could not be bothered with kittenish play. It was easy to forget that she was a cat, except that she loved her shrimp and ham. She was like a shrimp savant. If there was shrimp in the house, she would stand in the kitchen and stare at my mother until she got the hint. If Minny was declined shrimp, she would meow until someone finally gave in. I hope there is shrimp in heaven.
She had her routines too. In the morning, when my Mom would wake up, Minny insisted on sitting on her shoulder while she watched tv. She did this everyday for many years. In the summer, she liked to sit outside in the sun.
And when you were sad, she'd come and sit next to you, and purr against your leg. (If you had a fever, she'd offer her sympathy by sitting directly on top of you, because, hey, it was a really warm place to sit).
She was always gentle and patient.
She was the most wonderful, most beautiful, and the best kitty girl there ever was. We all miss her terribly.
Here's to you Minny. We love you!
http://picasaweb.google.com/katherine.lenahan/MinnyVideo3?authkey=Gv1sRgCI6gzd305p_qtAE#5542584057861157410
Minny was 16 years old, and the best feline companion and friend that anyone could ask for. I remember the day she arrived. My aunt and uncle brought her to our house. I remember being 6 years old and seeing this tiny little creature, all ears, come out of her cage and run straight into a cabinet, shaking with fear. After much coaxing, Minny eventually came out of the cabinet and became an integral part of our family.
I have very few memories before Minny. She was there when my parents were together, when they got divorced, and through all my best and worst moments. She always appeared regal, and could not be bothered with kittenish play. It was easy to forget that she was a cat, except that she loved her shrimp and ham. She was like a shrimp savant. If there was shrimp in the house, she would stand in the kitchen and stare at my mother until she got the hint. If Minny was declined shrimp, she would meow until someone finally gave in. I hope there is shrimp in heaven.
She had her routines too. In the morning, when my Mom would wake up, Minny insisted on sitting on her shoulder while she watched tv. She did this everyday for many years. In the summer, she liked to sit outside in the sun.
And when you were sad, she'd come and sit next to you, and purr against your leg. (If you had a fever, she'd offer her sympathy by sitting directly on top of you, because, hey, it was a really warm place to sit).
She was always gentle and patient.
She was the most wonderful, most beautiful, and the best kitty girl there ever was. We all miss her terribly.
Here's to you Minny. We love you!
http://picasaweb.google.com/katherine.lenahan/MinnyVideo3?authkey=Gv1sRgCI6gzd305p_qtAE#5542584057861157410
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