So I've been doing a fair bit of dating lately. Mostly eHarm. I'll say it again, pickins be slim at my age. Most of the guys I've been out with have been shorter than me with my wedges/boots, and we all know how much I love wearing wedges and boots. Now I know it's shallow to be turned off by short guys, but that's just how my body responds. You can't tell your body how to respond to someone. Now a few years ago I would never even have gone out with guys shorter than 5'10" but realizing that aforementioned pickins are not what they used to be, I've relinquished certain criteria.
I'm thinking now, though, that if I don't even want to touch these guys, how the hell will I ever let them impregnate me? There must be some biological imperative for being attracted to tall guys. I believe tall guys appeal to my pragmatic nature. Por ejemplo, my older nephew is 13 and is about 3 inches taller than me. He has suddenly become very useful around the house. Grabbing the pozole container from the top shelf? No prob when he's around. Someday I'd like to have my own pozole-pot-grabber running around. In the meantime, I'll have to use a stepstool.
Anyway, back to the dating. As many of you, my loyal readers (all 4 of you) know, I've got a very packed schedule and free weekends are rare. I had to have 3 dates in one weekend at one point. It would've been very confusing if I hadn't made little cards for each date. Name, age, occupation, interests, all right there in a concise format. Very handy.
Some memorable tidbits from my recent excursions into being social.
-the cutest guy of the whole lot had to be really dumb and a terrible poet, and he believed 9/11 was a conspiracy by the American government, to what end I didn't even want to ask, and he busted out his camera a the movies to take a myspace pic of us...who does that?
-the one I went out with the most happened to be gay but hadn't realized it yet, too bad too because he was cute, and ballsy
-the tallest of the bunch was a little too intense and left a weird voice mail on my cell, like psycho-killer weird
I hate to sound picky and bitchy, but I guess that's really what I am. I just want to meet someone who will actually make me want to shave my legs.
In other news, I went to my coworker's Xmas party last weekend and got completely hammered. Even got emo over karaoke. Hadn't had fun like that in years. And thankfully didn't puke, cry, or have a hang-over.
I also went to KROQ's Almost Acoustic Christmas. Spoon, Feist, Silversun Pickups, The Shins, The Killers, Modest Mouse, Jimmy Eat World, and Muse. Seriously the best line up ever. AND we weren't even the oldest people there. Nice.
Went to a sexual harrassment class, the whole time thinking of a coworker years ago who was a vicious sexual harrasser of my nubile younger self. Then realized it's not sexual harrassment if you like it. That very afternoon after the class, I ran into Sexual Harrasser, who immediately pinched me. Sigh. Now there's a guy I'd shave my legs for.
Also been working out. A lot. But still not losing as much weight as I'd like so after Mexico I'm getting a trainer for my ass.
And last, decided to go to Chicago for a scrapping thing, but the event sounds pretty lame and more expensive so I'm just going to be a tourist with my friends.
I doubt I'll write again before the new year, so hope everyone has a great Christmas and an exciting NYE. ;) I'll be praying the rosary in the freezing cold in the Mexican desert.