*Sigh*
I miss sleeping next to a man.
My favorite thing today: Dancing at 111 Minna with paper toilet seat covers on my head; sober.
August 22, 2002
August 21, 2002
Love The Shnaaz
So I just found out Tommy Lee has been added to Ozzfest. If I can find a ride I'm totally going after my friend's baby shower. Ohmagod if I get to see Tommy Lee's nostrils in real life, look out! Yes, my favorite part of the human anatomy - the nose. I'm a freak and I know it. I like the way a nose shows character. I love the way nostrils flare when someone is laughing or angry or in bed. Jon Stewart, Pauly Shore, Rupert Everett, Johnathon Schaech, that's what I'm talking about! So the 10 year-old in me has already played the scenario in my head. I'll bump into him backstage. He'll drop Mayte like a bad habit and woo me. I'll decline because of his reckless lifestyle. He'll give it all up for my love and woo me some more. I'll accept. I'll move to L.A. and bear him nostril beautiful children. I'll spend my days on the beach with Tommy, Brandon and Dylan (because he'll have joint custody), and spend my evenings hanging in the pleasure swing in his sex room. Have I revealed too much?
So I just found out Tommy Lee has been added to Ozzfest. If I can find a ride I'm totally going after my friend's baby shower. Ohmagod if I get to see Tommy Lee's nostrils in real life, look out! Yes, my favorite part of the human anatomy - the nose. I'm a freak and I know it. I like the way a nose shows character. I love the way nostrils flare when someone is laughing or angry or in bed. Jon Stewart, Pauly Shore, Rupert Everett, Johnathon Schaech, that's what I'm talking about! So the 10 year-old in me has already played the scenario in my head. I'll bump into him backstage. He'll drop Mayte like a bad habit and woo me. I'll decline because of his reckless lifestyle. He'll give it all up for my love and woo me some more. I'll accept. I'll move to L.A. and bear him nostril beautiful children. I'll spend my days on the beach with Tommy, Brandon and Dylan (because he'll have joint custody), and spend my evenings hanging in the pleasure swing in his sex room. Have I revealed too much?
August 19, 2002
Real Classy Like
I went to a wedding in Sacramento on Saturday and it was like a fairy tale. Never have I been to a wedding where it was evident that the planners got exactly what they wanted. I've been to many 'happiest days', but I could always tell where compromises were made. Cheaper food, not agreed upon location, audio difficulties, horrific bridesmaid dresses, spans of time with guest asking each other what's next etc. Saturday night's celebration went off without a hitch. And if there were any, they were concealed flawlessly. The bride, a good friend and one of the ladees from Ladees Night, is the epitome of the perfect bride. In a Vera Wang gown, standing under the chuppa that the groom made himself, she looked like an angel. The meal was so delicious, I helped myself to two HEAPING plates of savory sun-dried tomato pasta, salmon with mango salsa and sweet green salad. The ceremony took place in bride's parents backyard and it was landscaped to perfection complete with it's very own bocce ball court. Hanging lanterns set the romantic mood, and the brides maids wore classy valentine red gowns which added to the ambiance of love. The toasts were plentiful and heartfelt, and the music was "Groove is in the Heart" "Bust a Move" "Oh Mickey You're So Fine" danceable.
I don't see an event this grand in my future. My friends will get a drunken phone call from Vegas announcing I'm the new Mrs.? I know because it's already happened once. (I still having fleeting thoughts of doubt as to whether or not should get a divorce lawyer) Even though I'll never take the time to plan as my fortunate friend did, it was an honor to be a part of such a hallmark event.
My favorite thing today: Snickering at a wedding guest who failed to remove the price sticker from the heel of her black dress shoe.
I went to a wedding in Sacramento on Saturday and it was like a fairy tale. Never have I been to a wedding where it was evident that the planners got exactly what they wanted. I've been to many 'happiest days', but I could always tell where compromises were made. Cheaper food, not agreed upon location, audio difficulties, horrific bridesmaid dresses, spans of time with guest asking each other what's next etc. Saturday night's celebration went off without a hitch. And if there were any, they were concealed flawlessly. The bride, a good friend and one of the ladees from Ladees Night, is the epitome of the perfect bride. In a Vera Wang gown, standing under the chuppa that the groom made himself, she looked like an angel. The meal was so delicious, I helped myself to two HEAPING plates of savory sun-dried tomato pasta, salmon with mango salsa and sweet green salad. The ceremony took place in bride's parents backyard and it was landscaped to perfection complete with it's very own bocce ball court. Hanging lanterns set the romantic mood, and the brides maids wore classy valentine red gowns which added to the ambiance of love. The toasts were plentiful and heartfelt, and the music was "Groove is in the Heart" "Bust a Move" "Oh Mickey You're So Fine" danceable.
I don't see an event this grand in my future. My friends will get a drunken phone call from Vegas announcing I'm the new Mrs.? I know because it's already happened once. (I still having fleeting thoughts of doubt as to whether or not should get a divorce lawyer) Even though I'll never take the time to plan as my fortunate friend did, it was an honor to be a part of such a hallmark event.
My favorite thing today: Snickering at a wedding guest who failed to remove the price sticker from the heel of her black dress shoe.
Face Value
Friday night I was given the gift of 4 hours alone in a hotel room in Sacramento while my friend attended a rehearsal dinner for a wedding the next day. Now none of you probably have any idea my fascination with hotel rooms but I just love unpacking and putting all of clothes and beauty products away as if it's my fresh new place to live. The idea of throwing towels on the floor and having them regenerate into cleans ones hung on the towel bar when I return is so gratifying. I don't feel I need to be productive or social when I'm staying in a hotel, it's my private time-out.
After jumping on the bed and leaping from one bed to another, I was going through the freebie toiletries in the bathroom and along with the 'made just for the Radisson' lotion, shower cap, and oatmeal face soap I discovered this incredibly soft wash cloth with a band of paper around it that read Asiria Body Care. I rubbed the delicate fabric against my cheek. This was nice! Being the extraordinarily thoughtful person I am, and knowing what a toiletry freak my friend is, I knew my she'd love to indulge in a super soft face cloth so I decided to call housekeeping and have them bring one of these little treasures to the room. I dialed zero and asked for another Asiria body care face cloth, not one of the regular white ones hanging on the towel bar, but one of the baby smooth ivory ones that was placed in the vanity area so it's not to consort with the generic starchy white face cloths. A few moments later an elderly man appeared at the door holding a generic white face cloth and hand towel. "We didn't know which one you needed so we brought both" he said generously. "Actually I was hoping to get one of the ivory ones that I found on the vanity, the Asiria body care cloths, they're much gentler", I replied longingly. The man's brow wrinkled and he looked at me as if I was from Mars. "Are you talking about the the shoe shine mitt"? Why in the world was it labeled body care I thought to myself. In a micro-second I answered "Oh my gosh, my friend thought that was a face cloth and asked me to get more". We shared a chuckle and he assured me he could get me another. I was laughing so hard when I tried telling the story to my friend when she returned that night, I sounded like I was having an asthma attack.
Friday night I was given the gift of 4 hours alone in a hotel room in Sacramento while my friend attended a rehearsal dinner for a wedding the next day. Now none of you probably have any idea my fascination with hotel rooms but I just love unpacking and putting all of clothes and beauty products away as if it's my fresh new place to live. The idea of throwing towels on the floor and having them regenerate into cleans ones hung on the towel bar when I return is so gratifying. I don't feel I need to be productive or social when I'm staying in a hotel, it's my private time-out.
After jumping on the bed and leaping from one bed to another, I was going through the freebie toiletries in the bathroom and along with the 'made just for the Radisson' lotion, shower cap, and oatmeal face soap I discovered this incredibly soft wash cloth with a band of paper around it that read Asiria Body Care. I rubbed the delicate fabric against my cheek. This was nice! Being the extraordinarily thoughtful person I am, and knowing what a toiletry freak my friend is, I knew my she'd love to indulge in a super soft face cloth so I decided to call housekeeping and have them bring one of these little treasures to the room. I dialed zero and asked for another Asiria body care face cloth, not one of the regular white ones hanging on the towel bar, but one of the baby smooth ivory ones that was placed in the vanity area so it's not to consort with the generic starchy white face cloths. A few moments later an elderly man appeared at the door holding a generic white face cloth and hand towel. "We didn't know which one you needed so we brought both" he said generously. "Actually I was hoping to get one of the ivory ones that I found on the vanity, the Asiria body care cloths, they're much gentler", I replied longingly. The man's brow wrinkled and he looked at me as if I was from Mars. "Are you talking about the the shoe shine mitt"? Why in the world was it labeled body care I thought to myself. In a micro-second I answered "Oh my gosh, my friend thought that was a face cloth and asked me to get more". We shared a chuckle and he assured me he could get me another. I was laughing so hard when I tried telling the story to my friend when she returned that night, I sounded like I was having an asthma attack.
August 16, 2002
August 15, 2002
"I'm With the DJ"
Intention
111 Minna for a couple of hours of dancing with friends.
Reality
Scrambed like a mad woman to find transportation to the Area 2 show, eventually borrowed a friend's car that 'gets a little shaky' if you go faster than 65mph, purchased a ticket for a discount from a seedy character in the parking lot, was denied access at the gate twice for trying to smuggle in my camera, eventually made it in, found my friends, pulled the ol' hand-behind-the-back with the VIP pass, and hung out backstage with DJ Tiesto and music producers. I hung out in Digweed's trailer. Ate one of his bananas. My friends polished off his last beer. Sorry John, at least we didn't dig in to your chips and salsa that were labeled as if your Mom had made your lunch! I didn't want to be 'that girl' so I didn't get any autographs, but I will always have the memory of raiding Digweed's trailer for fruit and booze. I saw David Bowie and Moby perform on the main stage and can I just tell you how much Bowie makes me melt! I'll be his China Girl and give him some Modern Love! Damn!
My favorite thing today: Finding pictures of Emanuel Lewis randomly taped all around the office.
Intention
111 Minna for a couple of hours of dancing with friends.
Reality
Scrambed like a mad woman to find transportation to the Area 2 show, eventually borrowed a friend's car that 'gets a little shaky' if you go faster than 65mph, purchased a ticket for a discount from a seedy character in the parking lot, was denied access at the gate twice for trying to smuggle in my camera, eventually made it in, found my friends, pulled the ol' hand-behind-the-back with the VIP pass, and hung out backstage with DJ Tiesto and music producers. I hung out in Digweed's trailer. Ate one of his bananas. My friends polished off his last beer. Sorry John, at least we didn't dig in to your chips and salsa that were labeled as if your Mom had made your lunch! I didn't want to be 'that girl' so I didn't get any autographs, but I will always have the memory of raiding Digweed's trailer for fruit and booze. I saw David Bowie and Moby perform on the main stage and can I just tell you how much Bowie makes me melt! I'll be his China Girl and give him some Modern Love! Damn!
My favorite thing today: Finding pictures of Emanuel Lewis randomly taped all around the office.
Word For Today
GENUFLECT
Look it up, learn it, and do it it my presence.
My favorite thing today: Finding pictures of Emmanuel Lewis randomly taped all over the office.
GENUFLECT
Look it up, learn it, and do it it my presence.
My favorite thing today: Finding pictures of Emmanuel Lewis randomly taped all over the office.
August 14, 2002
August 13, 2002
Das Zeitgeist
I checked out the Zeitgeist International Film Festival last night. 16 short films, the aroma of weed and a chill in the air. Some I felt indifferent about. Perhaps they were technologically special and me being film-making ignorant would never know to appreciate it, but the content bored me.
One moved me in a sad way. It was called "Blink". Depicts this woman gets up late for work, bolts out of the house, waves to a little girl up in a window of the house across the street, speeds off, has a tough day at work, sits through traffic to get home, only to find out on the evening news that the little girl had been kidnapped from her home 5 days before, was being held in the house across the street, and had been murdered that day. Yikes. So now to the funny ones.
"Fast Forward II" Trouble in Legoland - This was great not only creatively but for nostalga sake as well. It brought to life the scenarios we played out as kids with our Legos. High speed chases, helicopter rescue, burning buildings (made with orange and yellow wrinkly paper, a waterfall scene (made with cling wrap), and all the 'zoom' 'bang' 'pow' sound effects you can imagine.
"Is It Time To Swap"? Two couples have known each other for a long time..... - My review would do no justice, just click the link and watch it!
"In the Red" A different kind of household tip - Uh, how do I begin. There is a woman in a flowing white dress walking along the shore, and as the camera pans out we see a huge red stain on the back of her dress. It goes into how women can make the most of their time of the month. Suggestions: making your own crafty pad with patterned material, squatting over a flower bed for fertilization, and making a fisherman's day by giving him your used tampons!
There was a movie that was in 3-D, but when we had the glasses on, all I saw was pink and blue flashes. I probably should have been more uncomfortable with the menstrual bit since I was on date #2 with the Geologist formerly known as the guy who bought my mattress cover ,but we both laughed hysterically. Support your local artitsts at bike messanger bars!
I checked out the Zeitgeist International Film Festival last night. 16 short films, the aroma of weed and a chill in the air. Some I felt indifferent about. Perhaps they were technologically special and me being film-making ignorant would never know to appreciate it, but the content bored me.
One moved me in a sad way. It was called "Blink". Depicts this woman gets up late for work, bolts out of the house, waves to a little girl up in a window of the house across the street, speeds off, has a tough day at work, sits through traffic to get home, only to find out on the evening news that the little girl had been kidnapped from her home 5 days before, was being held in the house across the street, and had been murdered that day. Yikes. So now to the funny ones.
"Fast Forward II" Trouble in Legoland - This was great not only creatively but for nostalga sake as well. It brought to life the scenarios we played out as kids with our Legos. High speed chases, helicopter rescue, burning buildings (made with orange and yellow wrinkly paper, a waterfall scene (made with cling wrap), and all the 'zoom' 'bang' 'pow' sound effects you can imagine.
"Is It Time To Swap"? Two couples have known each other for a long time..... - My review would do no justice, just click the link and watch it!
"In the Red" A different kind of household tip - Uh, how do I begin. There is a woman in a flowing white dress walking along the shore, and as the camera pans out we see a huge red stain on the back of her dress. It goes into how women can make the most of their time of the month. Suggestions: making your own crafty pad with patterned material, squatting over a flower bed for fertilization, and making a fisherman's day by giving him your used tampons!
There was a movie that was in 3-D, but when we had the glasses on, all I saw was pink and blue flashes. I probably should have been more uncomfortable with the menstrual bit since I was on date #2 with the Geologist formerly known as the guy who bought my mattress cover ,but we both laughed hysterically. Support your local artitsts at bike messanger bars!
August 12, 2002
Appo Loopy Doopy Mumbo
Coherence my strong point today is not. I don't know why, I wasn't running around like a mad woman this weekend.
So Friday night I went to a friend's surprise birthday party at Cafe DuNord. It was great fun, a lot of the Ladees Nite crowd, cheesecake that was flown in from N.Y. by the birthday girl's step-dad, 2 beers, pool with nice boys, and home by midnight.
Saturday I frolicked around Baker Beach in the nude with some friends. The surf was really strong but I managed to play in the waves for about 20 minutes, successfully emerging looking like a drown rat. The water's not so cold if you keep your hands out of the water.
Saturday night was the bachelorette party. I knew I was having fun when it was happening, but it always sinks in a little deeper the next morning when you find residual indications of your debauchery from the night before.
Sunday I was getting into the shower when I caught my reflection and noticed my strategically placed super-hero temporary tattoos. I giggled at how much fun it was showing off Spidy in his 'secret lair'. I planted myself on my sofa, because that was as active as my dish rag body could get, and my purse from the night before was laying there open. It's contents:one purple party noise maker, one tube of lipstick, a handful of bobby pins, damp business cards, (I had shoved them in my bra while dancing because I had no pockets and my purse was across the room) an orange flavored tootsie roll pop, a book of matches, a pink drink umbrella, a late night Muni transfer, and a green water gun. There's a blonde Lita Ford/Samantha Fox style wig hanging from the foot of my bed, and a trail of rejected outfits from the last 2 days that spans from the living room all the way down the hall to the bathroom.
We started the ceremonies with cocktails and nibbles at the Maid of Honor's flat in the Castro. 15 beautiful ladees throwing back Cosmos, Pina Coladas, and Mint Julep style cocktails, adorning each other with stick-on tattoos, and loading up our bags with our mayhem making provisions. Heading out, the woman of the hour was given a stack of mischievous To Do cards, and was instructed that they all needed to be executed by the end of the night. It's surprising how compliant men on the street are when given the opportunity to help out 15 loud and tipsy females. We hadn't even walked a block when the first man we approached invited us up to a house party. We politely waited on the sidewalk and one by one men from the gathering came outside to aid our Bride-to-Be in eliminating several cards. A few noteworthy included 1) each toenail painted by a different man 2) a pair of men's underwear, this hot little ticket managed to make it's way back into the deck at least three times 3) find a man with big feet and ask him if it's true what they say, a paramedic in the Marina confirmed the theory and 4) collect doodles of a penis, a gay boy in the Castro took first place on that one!
My personal favorite highlights were watching a couple of the ladees getting into bars with other ladee's passports, the ladees singing their hearts out to Jesse's Girl and Shook Me All Night Long at the Bar None, men asking if the wig I had on was a wig and me looking insulted replying "no", using the men's loo at Blue Light, drinking a man's entire freshly poured beer when he asked me to hold it while he helped our veiled one perform a task, and talking the door guy into a Bachelorette Party discount at 1015 Folsom.
My favorite thing today: Girls Rule!
Coherence my strong point today is not. I don't know why, I wasn't running around like a mad woman this weekend.
So Friday night I went to a friend's surprise birthday party at Cafe DuNord. It was great fun, a lot of the Ladees Nite crowd, cheesecake that was flown in from N.Y. by the birthday girl's step-dad, 2 beers, pool with nice boys, and home by midnight.
Saturday I frolicked around Baker Beach in the nude with some friends. The surf was really strong but I managed to play in the waves for about 20 minutes, successfully emerging looking like a drown rat. The water's not so cold if you keep your hands out of the water.
Saturday night was the bachelorette party. I knew I was having fun when it was happening, but it always sinks in a little deeper the next morning when you find residual indications of your debauchery from the night before.
Sunday I was getting into the shower when I caught my reflection and noticed my strategically placed super-hero temporary tattoos. I giggled at how much fun it was showing off Spidy in his 'secret lair'. I planted myself on my sofa, because that was as active as my dish rag body could get, and my purse from the night before was laying there open. It's contents:one purple party noise maker, one tube of lipstick, a handful of bobby pins, damp business cards, (I had shoved them in my bra while dancing because I had no pockets and my purse was across the room) an orange flavored tootsie roll pop, a book of matches, a pink drink umbrella, a late night Muni transfer, and a green water gun. There's a blonde Lita Ford/Samantha Fox style wig hanging from the foot of my bed, and a trail of rejected outfits from the last 2 days that spans from the living room all the way down the hall to the bathroom.
We started the ceremonies with cocktails and nibbles at the Maid of Honor's flat in the Castro. 15 beautiful ladees throwing back Cosmos, Pina Coladas, and Mint Julep style cocktails, adorning each other with stick-on tattoos, and loading up our bags with our mayhem making provisions. Heading out, the woman of the hour was given a stack of mischievous To Do cards, and was instructed that they all needed to be executed by the end of the night. It's surprising how compliant men on the street are when given the opportunity to help out 15 loud and tipsy females. We hadn't even walked a block when the first man we approached invited us up to a house party. We politely waited on the sidewalk and one by one men from the gathering came outside to aid our Bride-to-Be in eliminating several cards. A few noteworthy included 1) each toenail painted by a different man 2) a pair of men's underwear, this hot little ticket managed to make it's way back into the deck at least three times 3) find a man with big feet and ask him if it's true what they say, a paramedic in the Marina confirmed the theory and 4) collect doodles of a penis, a gay boy in the Castro took first place on that one!
My personal favorite highlights were watching a couple of the ladees getting into bars with other ladee's passports, the ladees singing their hearts out to Jesse's Girl and Shook Me All Night Long at the Bar None, men asking if the wig I had on was a wig and me looking insulted replying "no", using the men's loo at Blue Light, drinking a man's entire freshly poured beer when he asked me to hold it while he helped our veiled one perform a task, and talking the door guy into a Bachelorette Party discount at 1015 Folsom.
My favorite thing today: Girls Rule!
Identity Crisis
Ironic isn't it, that when I introduce myself, people most mistake my name as being Lisa, which is actually my birth name. Perhaps I should just screw with everyone's head and revert, however Queen Lisa Renee just doesn't make the same statement. Sometimes they mistake my name for Grease/Greece to which I ask "As in the cooking oil or the country"?
Ironic isn't it, that when I introduce myself, people most mistake my name as being Lisa, which is actually my birth name. Perhaps I should just screw with everyone's head and revert, however Queen Lisa Renee just doesn't make the same statement. Sometimes they mistake my name for Grease/Greece to which I ask "As in the cooking oil or the country"?
August 09, 2002
"Some Like it Hot"
BRING-IT-ON, I say! Call me crazy, but I'm a creature of extremes. I love it snowing, I love it blistering. As long as I can battle getting testy from the heat, like yesterday when you'd have sworn I was born in July because I was so crabby, I will continue to run around bare shouldered and bare footed feeling sassy.
People keep stating the obvious and it drives me to want to shove ice cubes down their pants and scream "I KNOW"!
BRING-IT-ON, I say! Call me crazy, but I'm a creature of extremes. I love it snowing, I love it blistering. As long as I can battle getting testy from the heat, like yesterday when you'd have sworn I was born in July because I was so crabby, I will continue to run around bare shouldered and bare footed feeling sassy.
People keep stating the obvious and it drives me to want to shove ice cubes down their pants and scream "I KNOW"!
August 08, 2002
August 06, 2002
Looking for Some Hot Stuff....
The Queen demands that you click on this link and rate what you have read.
The Queen demands that you click on this link and rate what you have read.
Your Cheating Heart Pt.2
So the guy emailed today and wrote 'I'm so bummed you didn't email me yesterday'. My reply: 'As I'm sure your spouse would be bummed to know that you're emailing women all day. Perhaps I'm confused of the dynamic here. Are you gay or straight? Do you think I'm a boy or a girl? I live my life by karma, and there's no way when I'm married I'll want my husband emailing some chickie online'. He replied and wrote 'I'm with you. Have a wonderful life'. He still sucks!
So the guy emailed today and wrote 'I'm so bummed you didn't email me yesterday'. My reply: 'As I'm sure your spouse would be bummed to know that you're emailing women all day. Perhaps I'm confused of the dynamic here. Are you gay or straight? Do you think I'm a boy or a girl? I live my life by karma, and there's no way when I'm married I'll want my husband emailing some chickie online'. He replied and wrote 'I'm with you. Have a wonderful life'. He still sucks!
August 05, 2002
For the Record
I could not be anymore unmotivated today. Luckily I have a picture of my new boyfriend on my desk to keep me company. Eugene. Isn't he a hottie? Back off hussies!
I could not be anymore unmotivated today. Luckily I have a picture of my new boyfriend on my desk to keep me company. Eugene. Isn't he a hottie? Back off hussies!
Your Cheating Heart
So Friday I listed 2 Southwest ticket vouchers on Craigslist.
Southwest Airline Vouchers- They expire Oct 01, 2002. 2 Round trip tickets anywhere in the continental U.S. anywhere SW flies. Must make reservations at least 30 days in advance. Both tickets must be used at the same time. No blackout dates for this voucher. These are not actual SW tickets, but travel agency vouchers that are used the same way-$500
I got several inquiries including one from a man that turned into correspondence. You know I'm a nut for getting to know people and I've always met people in unique ways, so it didn't strike me as odd that we chatted periodically throughout the day.
xx: are these rapid reward or green coupons
qr: as I stated clearly in the ad, these aren't actual SW tickets, but are travel agency vouchers that are used the same way
xx: I see, so there's no way to tell if they're genuine. I'm skeptical about their validity
qr: my boyfriend and I tried using them last year, and got as far as having them check reservations for us, but were unable to go on the trip
xx: may I suggest that you and your boyfriend go to romantic destination that SW flies, perhaps palm beach or new orleans
qr:(okay a tad bold but maybe he's just helpful) I appreciate the suggestion, however he is no longer my boyfriend and these tickets need to be used together, I'm disqualified
xx: I'm sorry to hear that, what this a good thing
qr: (okay now that's bold and he wants to chat) well it wasn't a good thing for him when it happened, but that was 5 months ago. We were friends before and we're friends still
xx: so tell me about the missadventures email name. care to describe yourself?
qr: (I see where this is going) it's a nickname one of my first friends here in the city gave me a few years ago. I'd have to say I'm pretty proud of who I am. your company name sounds familiar, what do they do?
xx: investment banking
qr: oh yeah, I used to deal with them when I worked for a real estate company. what do you do for them?
xx: investment banker. any plans for the weekend. what do you like to do
qr: I'm participating in a sidewalk sale and I have to grocery shop. movies, hang out with friends, yoga. and you?
xx: garden, watch movies nothing too exciting. how old are you?
qr: 28 years young and you?
xx: I have a few more gray hairs than you, I'm 36.
qr: (that little voice in my head piped up) are you married
xx: oh, we're going to get personal now. yes I'm married
qr: (stumped) well I think that if a man emails me for several hours including asking me to describe myself that I should probably know if he's part of a happy couple
xx: fair enough
qr: well I have to go now, the weekend is calling my name. Have a nice weekend.
xx: you too, hope to hear from you next week
Now what is this dude thinking? I have his full name from his email address, the company he works for, is he that trusting of every girl he e-flirts with that she won't let his unsuspecting wife know? Or maybe they're a couple looking for a sweet young thing to join them. Maybe he's a homicidal maniac. Maybe he wants to sell me Amway. Or maybe, no I shouldn't even write it. Maybe he's a scientologist. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! What I'm getting at is this guy was skeptical about my honesty regarding these tickets, and he's having getting to know you chat with chicks online while his poor sweet wife is at home taking care of the baby and cooking his favorite meal. He sucks!
So Friday I listed 2 Southwest ticket vouchers on Craigslist.
Southwest Airline Vouchers- They expire Oct 01, 2002. 2 Round trip tickets anywhere in the continental U.S. anywhere SW flies. Must make reservations at least 30 days in advance. Both tickets must be used at the same time. No blackout dates for this voucher. These are not actual SW tickets, but travel agency vouchers that are used the same way-$500
I got several inquiries including one from a man that turned into correspondence. You know I'm a nut for getting to know people and I've always met people in unique ways, so it didn't strike me as odd that we chatted periodically throughout the day.
xx: are these rapid reward or green coupons
qr: as I stated clearly in the ad, these aren't actual SW tickets, but are travel agency vouchers that are used the same way
xx: I see, so there's no way to tell if they're genuine. I'm skeptical about their validity
qr: my boyfriend and I tried using them last year, and got as far as having them check reservations for us, but were unable to go on the trip
xx: may I suggest that you and your boyfriend go to romantic destination that SW flies, perhaps palm beach or new orleans
qr:(okay a tad bold but maybe he's just helpful) I appreciate the suggestion, however he is no longer my boyfriend and these tickets need to be used together, I'm disqualified
xx: I'm sorry to hear that, what this a good thing
qr: (okay now that's bold and he wants to chat) well it wasn't a good thing for him when it happened, but that was 5 months ago. We were friends before and we're friends still
xx: so tell me about the missadventures email name. care to describe yourself?
qr: (I see where this is going) it's a nickname one of my first friends here in the city gave me a few years ago. I'd have to say I'm pretty proud of who I am. your company name sounds familiar, what do they do?
xx: investment banking
qr: oh yeah, I used to deal with them when I worked for a real estate company. what do you do for them?
xx: investment banker. any plans for the weekend. what do you like to do
qr: I'm participating in a sidewalk sale and I have to grocery shop. movies, hang out with friends, yoga. and you?
xx: garden, watch movies nothing too exciting. how old are you?
qr: 28 years young and you?
xx: I have a few more gray hairs than you, I'm 36.
qr: (that little voice in my head piped up) are you married
xx: oh, we're going to get personal now. yes I'm married
qr: (stumped) well I think that if a man emails me for several hours including asking me to describe myself that I should probably know if he's part of a happy couple
xx: fair enough
qr: well I have to go now, the weekend is calling my name. Have a nice weekend.
xx: you too, hope to hear from you next week
Now what is this dude thinking? I have his full name from his email address, the company he works for, is he that trusting of every girl he e-flirts with that she won't let his unsuspecting wife know? Or maybe they're a couple looking for a sweet young thing to join them. Maybe he's a homicidal maniac. Maybe he wants to sell me Amway. Or maybe, no I shouldn't even write it. Maybe he's a scientologist. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! What I'm getting at is this guy was skeptical about my honesty regarding these tickets, and he's having getting to know you chat with chicks online while his poor sweet wife is at home taking care of the baby and cooking his favorite meal. He sucks!
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