My Decade

Change the years, and it's pretty accurate....

Happy New Year, friends. At least in 3 hours it will be.

Me and my bestie have an ongoing joke as of late.

She is also single, and left me a message recently saying, "Linda! This is our year!! ... Except I think 2010 was supposed to be. So was 2009. And 2008.... Hmm.... Well, this one IS it!!"

When I called her back I said, "Well. Maybe this is our decade!"

So on this New Year's Eve, here is to the next 10 years! May you all get what you want!!

As for 2011, here is to hope.

Sporty Girl

On another topic, I got a message from someone on one of my sites complimenting my sky diving picture.

(this one- b/c of course you have to put that on your profile)

 He asked to tell him about it, which I did, 

and this was his response:

That's the kind of girl I want! What's your ring size? 

I need to start looking for engagement rings, lol

I haven't tried it yet. Some of my friends inivited me to jump with them a couple of months ago, but I wasn't very convinced.

Great! Flirty! Funny!!

But then... he asked this fateful question:

What's your favorite sport to play?

Damn!! 

I replied, "I hope you have a good return policy on that ring you got for me." Followed by a witty explanation of why every sport needs spectators, not just players. Because I watch so many sports, right?... 

Yeah... Not so much. 

Haven't heard from him again.

FROGS

I've been told you need to kiss a lot of frogs to find the prince. 

(that's a frog ornament, BTW)

But what happens when you can't even find one to kiss?

How do you make it through many to find the many? 

(If that makes any sense...)

Forgive my lack of recent posts. There are several factors.

#1. As 99.9% of my readers were/are coworkers, you know I've been living at the Mall. Ahh, retail during the holidays. How I love you, crustomers...

#2. There is a dirth of activity on my online dating accounts. 

So. 

Here I am. 

Wondering how I find a lot of frogs. 

Any suggestions?

 

Damn you, Panda Express.

You lied to me. 

Exhausting

This is an exhausting thing, online dating.


I had another lunch date today. I don't even know what to say about this one...


I was there for 2 full hours, and this is what I said:


"hmmm"........"oh"........"um-hm".........."really?"...........


He, on the other hand, did not stop talking the entire time.


There was a lot of ridiculousness said in that 2 hour time, but there are two distinct comments that emerged as the true winners to show you all, my readers, what I must endure on these dates.  I literally thought, when he said these things, "I can't wait to blog about this."


Ready? They are doozies...


1.  "If we had sex you would get pregnant because I am really potent."


2.  "President Barack Obama is just an angry black man that feels his people have been wronged for 200 years, so he thinks that while he is there in the presidency he can just take what he deserves."


Those comments really were making me lean towards a resounding NO if I was asked to go out with him again.  But what really cinched the deal was when he told me that Matchbox 20 was the greatest band that ever was. 

 I met a few guys while I was on my trip. 

At the beach in Santa Monica, no less. 

They were walking along the beach, 

and being the new, flirtatious, open person that I am, 

I bravely asked them to take my picture. 

Unfortunately, upon this request, I realized that they didn't speak a word of English.

 And then they wanted to be IN my picture. 

And after the pictures, they both gave me very large hugs and kisses. 

(gotta love the Europeans...)

Here are our pictures....

(I like the thumb especially)

Yikes.

I loved what one of my employees said to me when I showed him the pictures,

and told him the story...

"Linda- Why do you attract the strangest people?"

Why.

Why indeed. 

What do you do when you are depressed and sad over your whole online dating experience and need an escape?

Why you go and visit some of your favorite friends in the whole entire world.  You visit family. You look at the ocean. 

That is sure to cure what ails ya.