Below in the garage of this building in which I reside sits the Teenage-mobile. A 2003 silver Corolla – owning no hubcaps, doors dented, back bumper askew, scrapes and scratches, with a total of 253,080 miles to its name – well, as of today.
And that car is all mine. Hallelujah!
Hi. My name is Karen and I’m an Online Dating Addict.
No. I don’t go on many dates. I just keep re-visiting the dating sites a million times a day.
Hello! Is anybody there? Someone interesting? Good-looking? Respectful? Funny? Smart? Not looking to get married in the next two weeks?
I do get a lot of messages in my inbox, though – from stupid boys.
I wrote this entire blog post lying naked, face down, head cradled in the headrest of a massage table. Not more than two days ago.
I ended up on that table because of my rebellious left shoulder and all of its hand and fingers. They have been stiff, pained, and, basically, crippled for the last few days. Not even drugs can help rev them up. It’s probably because of my fake-good posture at the computer and passionate pounding on the keyboard that’s been happening these days.
I take my shoulders for granted.
Recently, I received this text:
G’morning, Karen…I have a fun follow-up date idea, if you’re interested…
(I scramble to sign up for text-blocking before I answer – I need to wait one hour for it to kick in. I wait four.)
Hi Bob. Thank you for the drinks last night. Interesting talking to you. However, I don’t think we are suited…so I’m not interested in a 2nd. Good luck on your future dates. I wish you well.
(blocking does not kick in)
Hahahaha! No problem. I’ve long since given up trying to figure out what women think 🙂
Just between you & I though, it is a little discouraging that you’d find a couple flings more attractive options than a 6’4″ Berkeley educated genius IQ great kisser great lover versatile Renaissance man of letters, author, and peerless conversationalist who shares ur interest in old movies and who women are always calling really handsome. LOL –