I'm going to hell I'm sure.

In the interweb dating world you come across some strange characters.
Today I was emailed by "cr2nv" who told me that I sounded great but unfortunately I wasn't religious. I wasn't sure if this guy was for real or just trying out a new opening line so I checked out his profile and other than stating he was catholic and liked reading, he also said he liked to be home by 10. I felt the need to respond something witty to suss this kid out.

To: Biblethumper
From: Me
---------------------------------------
..and unfortunately you like to be home by 10 PM. Given I tend to generally head out for fun after the streetlights come on, that just wouldn't jive;)

To: Me
From: Biblethumper
-----------------------------------
Wake up, little Susie, wake up…….(I'll save you the reading…he basically proceeds to write out the entire lyrics….)…………...
It's pretty hard to argue with one of the greats like the Everly Brothers!
Well said guys!
Have a nice day!

To: Biblethumper
From: Me
-------------------------------------------------
You are one strange duck my friend.
What exactly are the Everly Brothers arguing there?

To: Me
From: Biblethumper
----------------------------------------
Being home by 10:00 pm.
That was when society (in general) had morals and values and young adults were fairly responsible. Now, society has gone to "hell in a handbasket" as they say.
Case in point, look at the murders, rapes, pornography etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. now compared to the 50's.
Enough said.
Have fun staying out late and being cool!

To Biblethumper
From: Really irritated me
----------------------------------------
hey. don't judge me.
my guess is you are also the type who is waiting for marriage before embarking on any sort of sexual relations. Given i prefer to put out on the 3rd date or thereafter i'm sure that just probably makes your head want to explode.
yes. enough said indeed.

That pretty much put an end to our correspondance. And yes people, because I know you thought it when I wrote it, I did likely perform yet another sin and LIED....because
who are we kidding - I generally seem to put out on the first date.

ideas

tonight was a night full of ideas.

going to spin class after work...good idea.

rollerblading to J's for monday night girls dinner after spin...really good idea.

rollerblading for the first time after 3 yrs and thru Chinatown and STILL not knowing how to stop....risky idea.

rollerblading without helmet, wristguards, elbow guards or knee guards...apparently an even worse idea in J & E's books.

having a brilliant evening talking about anything and everything and watching mum and baby raccoons wait for us to vacate...great idea

considering blading home after copious amounts of wine...self admitted bad idea

taking the streetcar and listening to Imogen Heap and pondering about life....good idea

stop fucking blogging and get to bed...BEST IDEA EVER

this is where the step back comes in...

Today it was bugging me way more than usual thinking about the fact that I left ex-C a message a month ago and he still hadn't called back.

generally i shrug my shoulders and tell myself so what..his level of interest in what i have to say and his level of respect for returning a call in a decent and polite span of time obviously is lacking.

so eating the marshmallow, I called to call him on it. he profusely apologized, as one does when trapped and said that he thought about it every day when he drove by my place. well isn't that nice.

we chatted briefly yet of nothing of importance or interest - i asked him if i should let him go as i was just really calling to ball him out and now that i'd done it i could hang up. he said yeah, he was still at work and prefered to talk over a drink than on the phone and what was i doing later?

I've been feeling rock steady as of late - about me, life, boys.
Rock fucking steady.
So I said okay. he had some laundry to do but would call me after.

i went to spinning, played with pictures on the computer, did some of my own laundry, blogged. did my hair. waited.

he called. chit chat.
"whatcha doing?"
"how was laundry"
"I didn't end up getting to the laundry. J stopped by and we ended up having a bbq and he just left......and P came over after work"....

pause. it takes me a few seconds before the subtext sinks in.
P= girlfriend. P is likely still there. we arent going for a drink.

"oh - i should let you go then"
"yeah, but do you still want to get together for a drink - next week?"
"sure"
"I'll call you"
"sure"

I don't know why but that just all felt really gross.
so here we go with that damn step back.

advice

this past weekend at R & C's wicked fun wedding, R's sweet yet terribly bearish father gave me some advice.

after asking me where i wanted to be in five years...why i wasn't hooked up...and did I want kids, he said that if i wanted kids, i should do it soon.

That wasn't the advice.

His advice was that it was okay to settle. That I should settle. That 80% was good enough because you could always do it again - but if you want kids, well, there's a window.

I'm not sure what upset me so much about that little pearl of wisdom. That he believed it...or that one day I might realize he was right.

pierced.

You know how you can build up this idea of how something you buy is going to make you feel once you wear it, drive it, live in it or whatever therapeutic consumptive role it is meant to play?

Last week i finally got up the gumption to get my nose pierced.

I'm not quite sure how i feel about.

Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike it...yet it hasn't live up to the fantasy i had of how new or different it was going to make me feel. Given i've been thinking about doing this for a year, i've had a lot of time to solidify this ideal.

It's quite small but i've seen smaller studs. I think once i've *patiently* waited out the 4-6 weeks for the piercing to heal, I will get the *perfect* nose ring...

...and by perfect i mean the one that will most definitely *fulfill* all of my ideals about what getting it pierced was suppose to solve/resolve or bolster;)

Point, Aim, Shoot

I've been trying to kickstart my inner "shutterbug" for the past little while - click here if interested in seeing some of my stuff.

weird.

On my way home from work i stopped to get gas. 102.3 per litre. not weird, just annoying.

By the pump, a six-pack of bottled water was being advertised for $2.99 . Still not the weird part.

The weird part was the small starburst-y type graphic-y thing you often see on print ads that contains that oh so crucial and vital *Unique Selling Proposition* or special feature..you know, like "Fat Free" or "Doctor Recommended". This USP?

"Now, with Ozone Included"

Perhaps this is a good and healthy thing..like that whole Atkins craze was ..but what struck me as weird was, if they have figured out how to put it in a bottle to drink, shouldn't they have figured out a way by now to ship that shit back up to the outer atmosphere to patch up those fricken hurricane inducing, cancer causing, ice cap melting holes?