Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Perfect Pride In Tact

Last week I shared a horrific experience about my mother trying to set me. For the better part the week my mother asked if I wanted to attend her company picnic in which I'd meet this boy.

After last year's picnic, where I was not at all entertained, I had already made up my mind not to go. And because I was already embarrassed by the matchmaker, I definitely was not going to go.

Like I said before, there's something more romantic about meeting by chance and it doesn't hurt the ego to know someone might actually like you for you.

By the way, my mother told me yesterday that he didn't even show up for the picnic. (Does that really matter?)

Not Another Bad Date


Last night I finished reading "Not Another Bad Date," by Rachel Gibson. It was utterly entertaining and somewhat lustful. I had a really great time reading it but, I also had a really great time relating to the main character.

Obviously, I'm not a 35-year-old woman who thinks her biological clock is "tapping her on the shoulder" but, I am a young woman who like most, thinks she's cursed in the relationship department.

We can all relate in someway to having bad dates, bad relationships or just plain old bad luck. When you think you've found the right guy, one of you always manages to screw things up.

I won't tell you what happens in the end, but I will say good things come to those who wait.