Oui, Wii
The Monday following the inauguration, I was standing in line at Starbucks with a work collegue, one of the few “friends” I’ve made at the new job when said that I knew I would fall in love this year. It was a statement completely out of context, based on nothing more than a gut feeling, fuled by the soy latte I was drinking.
What I didn’t know is that just the mere act of saying it aloud would, like a sirens call, bring such interesting men into my life. I’ve been in self-imposed dating exile for over 3 years, interceded momentairy by Napolean (remember him?), the pilot, Wikipedia and Mr. Wii.
Now I find an plethora of would be suitors, some local, some not, vieing for my attention and affections, offering advice and support, presenting strong arms and strong character.
What has changed? Have I suddenly dropped the 100 (almost) lbs that I gained during my divorce in the weeks since my prophetic statement in downtown DC? No, alas, I have not. Have I managed to do a better job hiding my considerable neuroses? Assuredly not. I’m not now nor have I ever been classically beautiful the way my niece LizBeth is and though the Supermodels are my dear friends, I’ve always been the troll when the 3 of us go out. So believe me, I’m as flummoxed as anyone. My Denver friends says she had a similar experience in 2007 where she couldn’t go to the dry cleaner, gas station or to pick up her kids but what she didn’t attract male attention, at one time having enough men in her circle to build a basketball team.
It makes me wonder. Have I been parroled after the emotional imprisionment of my divorce? H aving served 3 years am I now out on best behavior and so it is just my time? Or did I somehow create this sudden spike in attraction? I’ve felt invisible for so long the attention is as flattering as it is confusing as it is wonderful.
And as a few of them are blog readers and comment contributors, I’d best leave it there.
Actually, this is also part of the Stimulus package; your $800 B @ work! See, you asked and it’s already working. Actually, what you need right now is a hand-held, multiple-head, wireless, multi-speed, vibrating spell-checker. Enjoy!
Mark, your remarks make you appear to be the long but empty-winded personification of the descriptive: “Pissy.” That isn’t French.
Unfortunately I think it says something when you default to needing a hand held, multiple headed, wireless, multi-speed, vibrating spellchecker to stimulate the fairer sex; and what it says isn’t good. Maybe someone needs one of Senator Dole’s magical blue pills…
In response to Comment #1, Confucius say: He with inferior game sleeps alone and milks himself. Got Milk, bro?