Doc Tardy and i were supping on a patio in Kits on saturday night. beside us, a group of 11 (count 'em!) men, aged 30 - 40, all watching the replay of one of the world cup games. we were on the patio beside them for three hours. ask me how many numbers i got.
you're correct! zero. i turned to Doc and said, "this is punishment. this is God testing my chutzpah and proving to me that i am not willing to make myself available for a nice guy, or any guy." she pooh-poohed that and said, "it'll happen when it's meant to happen for us."
i said, without even trying to lower my voice, "it ain't happening because we're not letting it happen!!! there are 11 of them and we haven't made eye contact or smiled at any one of them! ELEVEN!" and they just kept coming. at one point, there were 13. i nearly cried.
but i didn't make eye contact. not even by mistake.
you wonder why i'm single? it's because i MAKE myself single!
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- The Cocoa Goddess
- Curious but polite, introverted but loves a well-attended get-together, bright but not academically-minded (although I desperately wish I was), observant but never confrontational, old soul that wonders what the next life has in store
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