Translation? The box in which my much-mentioned birthday printer/scanner thingie came is now open. It has yet to leap out on its own, however, to connect and install itself. I can only assume this is because it is a refurbished model rather than a brand new one, since surely science and technology has advanced in this direction by now; has it not?
Incidentally, I have not told you this, Internets, but in the past month, I have gone on approximately eight dates with the same person. I know! Shocking, right? Unfortunately, when he asked what I was doing this weekend, I explained my plans for last night and then fabricated some imaginary plans for tonight.* In other words, I decided I would rather drink Cotes du Rhone alone in my yoga pants and gray hoodie and work on my instruction manual-reading skills than spend another evening with this man. That's not good, right? That's probably a clear-cut sign that I'm not feelin' it? I have problems, people. I just need to better pinpoint what they are.
[Note to any would-be helpful advice-givers out there: You really don't need to tell me what my problems are. Trust me; I have a rather lengthy list going on my own.]
OK, there is really no particular point to this post other than to procrastinate even longer on this likely very simple task--a task I should actually want to complete, as it benefits only me. Well, me and anyone just dying to see the much-hyped artist's rendering of my unfortunate blue satin discount prom dress from Deb. I will really have to find some excuse to visit my parents sometime before Thanksgiving. I highly doubt I can do justice to such things on my own.
Who was it who said staying in on Saturday night is the new Going Out? I'm so all over that, obviously.
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* In truth, I had some tentative maybe-plans for this evening, but rainy weather and my sporadically antisocial nature made me decide to skip out on those.
Stef, I think it was the same person who mentioned that 30 is the new 20. Lucky for us, everything's turning in our favor. ;) Next time you drink you should email me. I like drunk emails. I could even drunk email with you! :)
ReplyDelete8 dates? Really? In a month? Obviously you know how you feel, but maybe you just needed a break from him for a night?
ReplyDeleteWho is this person waxing optimistic over here anyway? :)
Do I need to lend you H to connect that scanner? Not that you need a man to help. I am just calling you lazy. =)
ReplyDeletePoppy--Didn't you used to say you never drink? What sort of crazy new leaves are you turning over these days?? Anyway, I like your idea that everything's turning in our favor! :-)
ReplyDeleteRed--Well, I suppose it was more like five weeks, so a little longer than a month. And yes, I thought perhaps I just needed a break, but the more I thought about it, the more I think I'm just not feelin' it. (I would explain more, but it seems foolish and inappropriate to do so in a comment to a comment on my blog.) ;-)
R--Lay off; it's hooked up! And working, too! Picture posts are coming; don't you worry.
8 dates in a month...Well, even if you don't see him again, that might have counted as a relationship. ;) I can totally see why you wouldn't tell us about him, though. When I was single, it seemed as though the more excited I was about someone, the less I would talk about them...I don't know why; maybe not wanting to jinx it?
ReplyDeleteI suspected something was up, since you hadn't had many postings lately...:)
Eight dates seems like a good number to decide on whether you want to continue. Long enough to to have given it a shot without feeling that "but what if he's a really great guy and I just didn't give it long enough?" dread.
ReplyDeletePS- Wine and electronics totally mix. :)
Well, if it ain't happenin', it ain't happenin'. I think 8 dates is enough to assure that you aren't being too picky. Though maybe you just needed a stay-at-home weekend, and it had nothing to do with him. I need those from time to time.
ReplyDelete3Cs--It wasn't so much that I was excited about him and didn't want to jinx it; it was more that he was entirely normal and therefore yielded few amusing stories, I think.
ReplyDeleteNPW--Thanks. That's what I was thinking, too--that I stuck with this one long enough to give it a fair chance, but if I hadn't felt a real connection by now, it likely wasn't going to form. Oh well.
Liz--I definitely needed a stay-at-home night, I think, but when I realized I wasn't anxious to see him even after having a night to myself, I figured I should listen to that instinct.
Stefanie,
ReplyDeleteI agree with everyone. It's the right time to know you're not feeling it, without ending up with the 'but what if I'm wrong?' feeling if you end it.
I love drunk posting/texting/chatting.
I think prefering electronics to the company of a woman is one of the few male qualities that I identify with. Maybe it's less about the guy and more about temporarily getting in touch with your inner man?
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