I gained a pound but I expected it so I’m not all down about it. I’m getting back on the wagon this week, so from here on out it’s positive thinking, eating right and working my ass off—literally. I’m going to take it one day at a time and not throw in the towel because of little setbacks. One day of bad eating shouldn’t turn into the rest of the week because hey, I already blew it anyway.
Dating in the Dark
I’m probably one of the few people in America who actually watches this show but I like watching mindless trash. And I especially like watching shows that I can picture myself in the situation of the people appearing in them. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the show, the premise is three guys and three girls live in a house and go on “dates” in one room of the house which is completely dark. They can’t see anything, nothing , nada. So, here are a few thoughts on the show:
• I don’t think this would ever work for me. First, there is no way that I would get all touchy feely after such a short time. But these people are all into the touching and making out. Second, I don’t think looks are everything, but if you’re not a looker I need to see you while I’m getting to know you so it’s not such a shock and your looks can grow on me.
• I love their facial expressions when they get the first look at who they’ve been getting cozy with. The other person can’t see it and it’s usually written all over their face if they were hoping for or picturing someone much hotter.
• Last night the guys and girls got to go through each other’s suitcases. The guys pull out a pair of pants belonging to one of the girls and one says, “Size four. That’s good! That means she’s curvy.” Seriously? Size four? Curvy?
• I liked that one of the guys decided to continue dating a girl that he had a great connection with even though she wasn’t his “type”—blonde and petite.
Dating in Real Life
I’m not sure if it’s me or if there are just really mostly losers out there. I finally heard from one of the men I “winked” at again, the one who I played phone tag with last week. He called twice on Sunday. I knew I wasn’t really into his voice but figured he can’t help. Just like I can’t help that my voice is slightly deeper than most women, or so I’ve been told. 3T’s husband likes to call me Barry White, but for the record, it’s not that bad. I’ve never been mistaken for a man, not even on the phone.
So anyway, I let both calls go to voicemail but returned his call yesterday. And his voice was even worse than on the message. So bad that I thought I had the wrong number. And after talking to him I’m questioning his sexual preference. I cut the conversation off when he asked, “What would it take for you to come out and play?” Gag.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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