My Life As It Could Have Been: The Really Bad Version

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Last night, I recieved a call from a former boyfriend. This paticular boyfriend was going to propose to me around May of this year. Since we didn't make it past the end of July, as you can imagine, the proposal did not happen.

He called me last night to tell me he is engaged, as of two weeks ago. After he told me that he "would not trade the time he dated me for anything in the world" and he "still cherished every memory" and that "while his girlfriend HAD been jealous about him calling me, she was over it now".

So, as of March 25, 2006, he is going to be a MARRIED MAN. (Ah! So I can stop chasing him!) MARRIED. A close friend of mine has not only been married, but married and divorced. Actually, make that two friends of mine. My sister, formerly referred to as the Model of Singleness and Spinsterhood, is getting married in Novemeber.

I feel like my biological clock should be ticking or something. I feel like I should be sobbing myself to sleep, begging God for children. I feel like I should be taking every date very seriously, interviewing them as potential father figures.

Someone in my office was trying to be "helpful" so she assured me that:

"If nothing else, someone will marry you for your cooking."

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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