Valentine's Day Recap

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It was fine. Nothing earthshattering. I didn't meet the love of my life, but I didn't have to fake injury of family members to get out of it, nor did I catch pneumonia.

While I did not ever let on that I didn't know his name (he eventually referenced himself in the third person) I did keep a running joke about him chopping me up into a thousand tiny pieces.

I thought it was funny.

The thing that excited me most was the fact he has administrative access to military databases and offered to look up every military guy that has ever slighted me. He's going to be quite busy for awhile.

The only reason I'm going on a second date with him is because I need to get my scarf back, which I left at the restaurant. It wasn't Freudian, trust me. It's because I was so tired I was practically falling asleep while he talked.

Another Valentine's Day past in a vaguely amusing fashion.

4 Responses to “Valentine's Day Recap”

  1. Anonymous Mikey 

    You shouldn't go out wth this guy again. Even if he does have you scarf.

    Referring to yourself in the third person is quite possibly the most unacceptable thing that a male can do in front of a female.

    Well, not really... I mean, I'm sure I could come up with a few others involving clothes being removed and whatev's. But as far as things that he could have done with his clothes on... that is the worst.

    I need another drink.

  2. Anonymous Porkchop 

    But, I feel bad.

    Eh. He's the best out of the inelidgible guys who have been falling out of the sky. Not that it's a reason. But, you know... I feel kinda bad.

  3. Anonymous Mikey 

    I'll e-mail you.

  4. Anonymous Sparkle 

    this guy.. is he the one you offered up to me?? he can look up military.. hmm VERY interesting... lol

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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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