There’s really not much to read here.
But, wait, don’t go yet!
It’s just that I can’t write. Yep! This week and last week, actually.
Yeah…well… my hands are sore, my computer is slow and now my ergonomically correct wireless keyboard and mouse aren’t working. Yes, I did change the batteries.
But that’s not why.
It’s my brain.
I’m scared! No, seriously!!!
I’m really really a-scared to go to another Meetup. After my first.
Well, maybe I overstated that a bit. Let me put it this way, it’s been 3 months since the first and I still can’t bring myself to sign up for a second.
My girlfriend, she’s not scared. She’s already decided. “Not for me!”
The sole purpose for our first? To Meet Men.
Honestly. I don’t know that there is anything funny that comes out of assembling a piece of Ikea furniture.
The first time I ever put a piece of Ikea furniture together was years ago at a law firm where I worked. I was somewhere in my stupid-old 20’s. It was a small firm. A very, very small firm. My title? Jack-of-all-Trades. Apparently.
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 –
I am only 6 weeks into this blogging thing. I guess I could be considered a “Blogger” since I’ve written and published my first post, not to mention the following three posts. And now this one. However, I’m certainly no expert at it, and it doesn’t make me any money, and I don’t have a million followers – Yet. But I get to practice and learn everything I want. And that’s all the satisfaction I need. For now.
To the layman this is difficult to explain. For the layman it may be difficult to grasp. Because the layman, apparently, knows a thing or two about blogging. I know. I’ve heard. I just may be doing it all wrong. Actually. Evidentally. Apparently. Indubitably.
So. Ahem. I started dating. Kind of. Since I seem to be ensconced in estrogen these days, I could use a good shot of testosterone every now and again. What can I say? A man friend. A part-time boyfriend. A lover. A let’s-go-out-and-hit-a-few-balls-in-the-park guy. Any of these would be great. I still love my girlfriends. But. Just put a man in my world. Please.
So. I have started my dating adventure with the online dating thing.
(a continuation from May 1, 2015 post, Part 1)
Even though we have completely recovered from Madrid’s nightlife, our legs are still lucky enough to get an almost-three-hour respite from day-walking. We are now on a high speed train headed to Seville.
I’m heavily train-sedated by the time we arrive, and I stumble into the station to first glance up and see “Salida – Kansas City Blvd.” And directions to “Florida Street.” And a blurb on my text-machine referencing some lounge called “New York.” Where the heck am I? I feel like I’ve been dumped back into the States and my trip has come to a screeching halt! I shake my head like I’m tossing marbles around inside the top of an hourglass. Then I come to. So we do exit Kansas City Blvd. And we do hike up Florida Street. Then as we drag our luggage up through alleyways to get to the hotel, we see the town crowded with families, professionals, teenagers and young couples – everyone dressed in their Sunday best. Women’s high heels click on cobblestone walkways, and strollers and suitcases bounce through the cobblestone streets as Spaniards and foreigners arrive for the Semana Santa. By late that Palm Sunday afternoon, there is a crowd gathering outside the Cathedral. And, we, along with that crowd, are awaiting our first experience with a Semana Santa procession.