The No Over Sharing Zone.. RIGHT HERE!

Over sharing.

Ordinarily, I don’t think that I am guilty of this.  Of course, now that I am blogging, I guess it could be said that I am.  But it is for entertainment, so I think that I get a pass on it.

Today, I am in the public restroom at work, minding my own business.  C, the backstabber, from my office is in there, loudly informing the entire bathroom public of how many times she has shit in the last two days.

Excuse me???  I didn’t hear ANYONE ask.  I, for one, do not give a flying fuck.  But she continues describing the speed with which food hustles itself through her gut.

“TMI, C!” I yell from my stall.  I truly wanted to yell “SHUT THE FUCK UP” but I refrained. 

She giggles… really?

People often over share with me once they find out that I’m a nurse.  I once sat at a bar with a very handsome man who told me all about his hemorrhoids once he found out my vocation.

That’s not sexy.  I could never look at him the same way again.

I think that they expect more compassion than I’m likely to give.  It’s not that I don’t care….. wait….. yea, I don’t care.  I’m not a mean person, really, and I can have empathy and sympathy.  Unless you’re stupid.  And honestly, I’ve seen people sicker than you that didn’t die.  So suck it up.

It is NEVER ok to talk about your BMs to anyone in the general public; this includes your coworkers, and SPECIFICALLY ME.

A friend of mine used to commute with a woman who described in sickening detail her…uuummmm….female problems.  What kind of social retard are you to think that is appropriate?  Have they no shame? If I had issues like that I would not be broadcasting it to anyone, I’d be making a beeline to my OBGYN, some things you do not fuck around with!

Some people have dumb kids.

People over share about things other than their bodily functions, of course.  Several months ago I went on a date with a guy, who seemed very nice and interesting (well prior to our meeting).

We met at a favorite place of mine in Mainstrasse.

Before I arrived I told him what I’d be wearing, a skirt, I think, and heels.  He said he was wearing a “Big Bang Theory” t-shirt.  I laughed; I honestly thought he was joking.

I arrive at the restaurant, he is standing out front…. Wearing the “Big Bang Theory” t-shirt.  I was seriously overdressed.  Sigh.

But, TrippyBeth does not surrender that easily, I usher him into the restaurant.  We sit down and order beers.  I order a Guinness (mmmmm) he orders a Coors light.  This date is going nowhere fast.

He had obviously not been out in the dating scene too long, so for that I cut him some slack (see, I’m not mean). 

Then… he starts telling me about his children.

There were issues of truancy, drugs, robbery… all sorts of awful things that I wouldn’t want to be exposed to.  I really think he just needed to talk, once he started, there was no stopping him.  I just sat there sipping my Guinness as the levee broke.

I tried to interject a time or two, with some advice or to change the subject, but he was in the zone, I let him carry on.

He finally took a break long enough to go to the restroom.  I asked the waitress for separate checks while he was gone.

He was not the guy for me and I’m sure he wasn’t ready to start any new relationships.  I do hope he gets those kids straightened out though, sheesh.

He did me a favor though, glad I found out his issues on the first meet.  I am generally not an interrogator.  I kinda like to just mosey along and find out things as I go.  My mother was an interrogator, and I hated it, so I guess I’ve vowed to be the opposite.  Sometimes it probably would pay to ask questions, like “are you married?”

I may take a road trip tonight; it is an absolutely beautiful day in the Ohtucky!!!

Oh, I am working on overcoming my fatalistic attitude, I know it won’t be easy.  Today I am trying a mantra “I am charming and beautiful”.

Charming?

Hopefully I can convince my brain, it just thinks it’s so smart! UG

Post Traumatic Dating Syndrome

Post Traumatic Dating Syndrome

PTDS

Yes, I’m self diagnosed, but I’m pretty sure this is the affliction that I’m suffering from.

It’s kinda nice to put a name to it.  So the next time a man asks why I’m so weird about dating, I’m just gonna say “PTDS”. 

“You mean PTSD?” he will respond.

“Nope, PTDS, Post Traumatic Dating Syndrome, it’s a thing.”

“Uuuummmm, yea, ok.” He’ll stammer.

And that will be the end of that.

I started out with hope.  I actually had a relationship of about 8-9 months.  He is a great guy, we had a lot of fun together, but we always felt more like brother and sister than boyfriend and girlfriend.  We never had any disagreements; we both went along with whatever the other one wanted to do.

Eventually, I could feel myself drifting away.  I was craving some romance.  And, that just isn’t his thing.  He also had 4 children, 2 older girls and 2 younger boys.  I really liked the girls, the boys were very difficult.  They were unruly, they knew how to behave in public, yet they chose not to.  It wasn’t entirely their fault; good behavior wasn’t encouraged, nor was bad behavior punished.  I got to the point where I hated going out with them, because people would automatically assume that I was the mother.

I spent a lot of time at his house; I had 2 drawers, some closet space and I left a body pillow there (along with other bedding, because his were unacceptable).  This is what happened the final night that I spent there… 

We were getting ready to go to sleep; I turned down the bed and noticed that my body pillow wasn’t there.  “Where is my body pillow?” I asked.

“Ralph (not his real name) had it, I think.” He replied.  And he walks toward Ralph’s room.

I just stand there.

He returns from Ralph’s room, pillow in hand.

“Here you go” he says as he hands me the pillow.

Now, if you are not familiar with 10 year old boys, they smell bad most of the time.  I don’t know if this is some sort of safety mechanism that the G-man installed to help prevent abductions or what, but they’re stinky… they just are.

So, guess what else was stinky?? You got it, my body pillow.  A pillow that I lie my face on. Gggggrrrrrrrrrr.

“This stinks” I said handing it back to him.  It went right over his head.

I probably sound like a bitch.  But some things are personal, intimate.  Pillows, underwear etc… and people’s belongings should be respected.  They would even wear my slippers, my robe, etc… I just couldn’t take it, and I knew it wouldn’t improve.

I faded out.

We are still friends, he still works on my car, we were much better as friends anyway.

For those of you that do not online date, I am going to give you an example of some of the email that I receive, and I’m sure I’m not alone in getting these types of messages.



I cannot let it be said that I do not offer constructive criticism, as is evidenced by this series of messages.  I am pretty sure that it was falling on deaf ears though.  I like to think that I do what I can to improve the fabric of society, by helping guys not to be so douchebaggy.

Sadly, this isn’t the first (or 50^th) message of this sort that I’ve received.  Honestly, I probably get more of these than sincere messages.  It makes it pretty hard to have hope.

Are all guys creepo pervs that just want to see my boobies?

I’m a realist.  I know that the majority of men love boobies and are generally eager to see them.  But, if a man plays his cards right, he could see them without being a creepo perv.  I just can’t see the creepo perv angle EVER working on the normal woman (or a woman like me).  Is it desperation? They’ve tried everything else?? This fella seems to think that he has, although, I’m pretty sure that he has NOT.

I do think that the anonymity of dating sites really brings out the dark side of men that they kept hidden from the general public.  It’s almost like there is always a full moon on the dating sites.

Let’s pass out the wolfsbane…

That’s probably the only way I’ll have in faith in dating.

Maybe……….. I should carry one of these handy dandy little werewolf kits…. You know, just in case…

Weird Man Science

The perfect man

Hhhhhmmmmm If I could go all “Weird Science” and create the perfect man (or what I think would be the perfect man) what qualities would he possess??

I suppose we should start with the physical, something to wrap all of his awesome personality up in.

The package…. And I don’t mean the package, get your mind outta the gutter!

I don’t really think that I have a “type”.  I’ve been attracted to all different types of men.  I’ve liked rugged, geeky, polished… you name it and I could potentially dig it.  The brain is the sexiest feature on a man.

But, since he must have a physical form I will endeavor to create it.

He will be taller than me, which unless he’s a dwarf, that wouldn’t be hard to accomplish.  I am 5’3” I don’t really know any men shorter than me, lucky for them.

Hair…. I like bald, I like a floppy mane of hair, I even like a nice accountant hair cut.  But for the sake of science, my guy will have a messy mane of blond curls.  (Please, if there are any potential suitors out there, don’t think that the hair thing is an absolute or a deal breaker!)

Facial hair… TrippyBeth likes some facial hair.  A moustache, a full beard, a goatee, a soul patch… I like it!  However, I do not like facial hair that requires an inordinate amount of attention.  Those ridiculous thin strips of hair around a jaw line or a beard with a fucked up design in it are too douchey for my taste.

But I think Mr.Perfect will have a soul patch.

Eyes… I love eyes.  It makes me crazy to see photos of men on the dating sites and they have on sunglasses!! It makes me feel like they are trying to hide something from me.  Their eyes don’t have to be a particular color, not jade green or sky blue, but they need to have some depth in them.  They are, after all, windows to the soul, right?

We will give him deep green eyes.

One of the other things I like about a man are his hands… they could be rough or soft, but I like to see the strength in a man’s hand, gives me a sense of security I suppose.

Our hero will have nice strong hands.

Personality…

Funny, I need funny.  But not, make-a-stupid-joke-a-minute funny.  Great sense of humor, loves to laugh at obscure things, great at inside jokes.  Doesn’t have to make fart or poop jokes, and no mean jokes at other people’s expense.  Goofy I think is good, I’m a total goof, I’d like him to be one too, and appreciate my goofiness.

Clever… he needs to be quick on the draw, open mind, eager to learn.

Intelligent… he doesn’t have to have a masters degree, not a college degree even is necessary.  Smarts can encompass all different areas.  I’ve met some college educated men who were super smart, yet very obtuse.  They had a hard time talking about things that weren’t in their field or interest.  That’s not sexy.  I may not be an expert in quantum physics, but I’m interested in learning something about it.  My man may not be an expert in tattoos or the paranormal, but he’s interested in learning or listening at the very least.   Wanting and being open to learn and teach… that’s sexy…

Adventurous…my guy should be open to new experiences, new hobbies, travel, exploration, getting lost.  I’m not saying I want to get lost every weekend, but sometimes it sure is fun.  I like spur of the moment adventures and I surely don’t have enough of them… I need a guy that will encourage it and help make it happen!

Creativity… he need not be an artist, but I want him to be able to look at art, appreciate art.  And maybe, if he wrote or even played around taking photographs, which would be attractive to me…

Sensual… my guy must be comfortable with touch.  I like to touch my man.  I like being touched by my man.  I still don’t like being touched by strangers or acquaintances, in all other areas, I like to maintain my personal space.  I will like to brush a hand across his arm, over his back as I pass him by, hold his hand, and hold his face as I steal a kiss…  I want him touching me, putting his hand in my hair, patting my bottom, long and slow kisses, and lots of them.  But isn’t that what everyone wants??

Employment… well, he must be employed.  I can’t say that I really care what he does, as long as he is able to support himself and meet his responsibilities.  He could get dirty or have manicured finger nails, either is fine.  I only care about the man behind the job.  I could say that it would be nice to be with a man who enjoys what he does.  But, in this day and time, jobs are a precious commodity, not everyone has satisfaction in their work, that’s just how it is.  I don’t hate my job, but I would definitely like something more fun.  Four weeks of vacation and two weeks of sick are hard to find out there, so I stay.  I could understand if a man did too.

Dependability… I need a man that I can count on, that won’t flake out on me.  And I kinda need a man that will help keep me in order too.  I won’t flake on him, but I have trouble keeping it together sometimes.

Family… I understand that anyone I date could potentially have family, children, parents, etc… the relationship with the parents shouldn’t care an inordinate amount of drama… and the children shouldn’t be monsters.  I’ve seen/experienced both of those scenarios and it’s not good.  I don’t have a particularly close relationship with my mother, sometimes I am pretty sure that she doesn’t like me at all, but I try really hard to make sure it doesn’t effect the other areas of my life, especially other relationships.  However, I may moan about it sometimes.  But everyone has a right to moan a little bit to their SO.

OH… and… he must ADORE ME!!!!

I’m flexible about the physical, but everything else, I really want.

It’s not too much to ask for, right?  I don’t think that any of these things are ridiculous, I don’t think that I expect too much, do you???

Ok, I’m off to find some fresh graves… UG the things that a girl has to do….

Mulling on a Monday...

Monday again….. I was woefully unprepared for this morning.  I made it though, and I’m now sipping on some wretched excuse for coffee and eating some apple flavored cardboard… sigh.

I had a fairly busy weekend considering I was puny (pee-you-nee, that's eastern Kentucky-speak) for most of it.  I actually stayed home Friday with a horrid headache and a low grade fever, yay me!

I said to SL, as I was lying in bed feeling sorry for myself “It sucks being sick and alone.”

He replied “Well you know…… you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself for that. Many men have tried.”

I’m not sure I’m always a fan of brutal honesty.  Actually, I don’t like it AT ALL. I’d accuse him of kicking a girl when she’s down, but I know he isn’t trying to hurt me, only help me.

It would actually take a lot to accept someone helping me out when I’m sick.  I’m very Oscar the Grouch-ish. 

But, I’ll concede that it would have been nice to have had someone to snuggle up with me. Just spooning, no forking.  Skin on skin is very therapeutic.

I was able to get myself together enough to venture out for a milkshake, I had to have some sustenance.

Butterscotch!

Saturday morning I was feeling a little better, so I ventured to Clifton to have breakfast with a friend.  Pancakes, of course!  We ate at Olive’s on Ludlow.  It’s a cool place, in the cellar of the Ludlow Garage.  The pancakes were yummy, and TrippyBeth loves some pancakes!

Saturday evening I went out with the whole fan-damily to the Red’s game.  I actually had a good time.  The weather was b-e-a-utiful, perfect night to be at the ball park.  Before the game we ventured up to Bard’s Burgers to clog some arteries.  The big greasy burgers were yummy!

There was a great crowd at the game and the Reds beat the Astros!! WOOT WOOT!!

Gorgeous night!

I can never resist a squishy pic!

Sunday, we went to the levee.  Had lunch at Brother’s, I had the Cali burger, which has been better in the past actually.  I usually LOVE their guacamole, but they were stingy with it today.  I had about half of it, which a burger and a half in 2 days is really enough for any one person.  I should fast today, but I won’t.

The Cali Burger

While at Newport on the Levee, we took in the IMAX showing of Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

I hadn’t seen it in years, it was great at the IMAX and it really holds up all these years later.  I first saw it at the Russell theater (http://www.russelltheatre.org/)   in Maysville, KY as a child.  I really miss theaters like that, even though big screens are awesome, and I dig the intimacy of a smaller theater.  The Russell was a beautiful Spanish Revival theater; it holds a special place in my heart.  I distinctly remember many movies that I’ve seen there, good times…

The grand ole Russell Theater

After the movie, I headed over to Bob Ronker’s Running Spot (http://runningspot.com/) and picked up some new running shoes, and some super cute socks.

Brooks GTS 12s!!

Someone asked me last night if I’ve always been a runner… “Uuuummm negative ghost rider.”

I attempted to be a runner 2 years ago, then I broke the crap outta my ankle.  That put running on a back burner for a long time.  Then I started again after my recovery, and got sick with the dermatomyositis.  There was a point when I could barely walk up my steps, so running wasn’t on the agenda.

At this point, I feel like I am probably just about as well as I’m gonna get, unless I go into remission.

So, I am attempting the running again.  I may need encouragement and a push or two, friends!!

I also got a new hat while at the Levee!! I’m so glad it’s almost fall, I love wearing hats, but in the summer my head gets too sweaty and I am too committed to the hat after I’ve put it on.

I'll commit to this hat ANYTIME!

For the last week or so, I've been obsessed with this band Alabama Shakes.  I had heard that Jack White signed them on Third Man Records, so I knew that they had to be for me... and i was right! Do yourself a favor and have a listen!!!

Movies and Mind-Fucking

“Quit mind-fucking yourself.”

That was a bit of advice I gave CC some time ago.  I had more or less forgotten it.  He said that it stuck with him, and I think, he’s pretty much ceased the brain fornication.  He’s really getting his shit together, I’m so proud of him.

And to think that me saying “Quit mind-fucking yourself” was actually beneficial.  I think I want that carved on my headstone… so poetic.

It's hard to believe that my words could have actually made an impact on someone.  The only other statement I'm still known for is "You sound like you're smothering puppies"  which wasn't nearly as poetic or life changing.

So, last night I had won tickets to the screening of the movie “The Words”.

Prior to the movie, we had dinner at Tom + Chee (http://www.tomandchee.com/).  I had the Swiss & Shroom grilled cheese on sourdough with the tomato and creamy mushroom soup.  Soooooooo delish!

Now, about the movie…….BEST MOVIE I’VE SEEN IN YEARS.  I was completely absorbed in the film; I didn’t want it to be over.  I am not going to give it away, because I really think that you should see it.  But I’ll say a little bit without spoiling.

There were, essentially, 3 sets of characters.  Sometimes when there are several different characters, time periods, etc. it’s hard to follow (for me anyway).  This was so well done, it flowed perfectly, and I had zero problems keeping up. 

CC remarked after the film, that he wished there was a book that the movie was based on. 

How often does a person wish that?   

Of course there are many great movie adaptations of novels.  My favorite being “The Shining”, which happens to be my favorite movie of ALL TIME.  It is the trifecta, King/Nicholson/Kubrick.  The cinematography alone is enough to be completely enamored with the film and the story, the acting… in TrippyBeth’s opinion it doesn’t get better.



I find it interesting, that in two of the last films I’ve seen, the protagonist was a writer, a struggling, suffering, angst-filled writer.  Is the universe trying to tell me something?  That I should get off of my dead ass, get to work and finish my novel? Start the new book? Just fucking do SOMETHING?

I really feel like the universe is flicking me in the forehead.  In regards to my writing and my (for lack of a better term) love life.

Here is today’s horoscope:

Thursday, September 6, 2012

There's no reason to hold back your feelings today. However, it's crucial to make sure that your current agenda is the best one because it's all too easy to get carried away with your desires now. Pay attention to how you present yourself, for you could be more flirtatious with friendly Venus influencing your 1st House of Self. But the choice is ultimately yours; don't shut down a potential admirer before you know how you really feel.

Now, I don’t really think horoscopes hold much water, but I do think it could increase your awareness.  This is basically what SL was telling me.  When you start hearing the same things from multiple sources, you have to think that they may have a little credence. Even if one could, potentially, be coming from a Magic 8 Ball.

I am going to share with you my dating profile.  My self summary, what I’m looking for and the photos that I have on the site.  Feel free to critique…

Profile:

HI!!

First of all, I want to say that I need/desire a man with a little quirk... Someone a little different...... 

A little about me...... I'm a fun girl! A little goofy, kind of quirky, clever, funny..... oh i could go on and on, but I don't want to bore you.....

I like movies, concerts, parks, museums, dive bars, bicycles, books, thrift stores, exploration and adventure!!
I am always up for new experiences!
Do you have a cool hobby?? I want to give it a try!

My hobbies include writing (i am working on a novel, slowly) exploring parks, history, architecture, looking for treasures in thrift stores, cemeteries... I also love beer, trying new beers.... Let's go find the perfect pint! 

I have tattoos, so hopefully that's not an issue.... I love my ink.

I have a bird and a gum phobia FYI...

Music:
I like a wide variety of music.
Been really digging on blues lately.  Moreland and Arbuckle are currently blowing my mind. Of course SRV is a fav, along with Walter Trout, Bonnie Raitt, Joe Bonamassa, Derek Trucks..... 
I am madly in love with Jack White.... his version of Death Letters is one of my all time favs. 
My fav band (at the moment) is Taddy Porter..... crazy about them.... nice bluesy rock.
I love classic rock too... Petty was probably the best concert I've ever seen.
I'm open to most genres, i'm not that down with rap, although i've seen Kid Rock two times, but he's really not that much of a rapper anymore.

Movies:
Favorites are: The Shining, Office Space, One Flew Over the Cuckcoo's Nest, Liar Liar, Yes Man, The Patriot, Hearts in Atlantis, Zombieland.
I am a fan of horror, preferrably psychological horror and goofy comedies.

TV:
LOVED American Horror Story! It was so f*ed up but i couldnt stop watching it!!!
I like watching food porn, Tosh.0, Southpark, How I MEt Your Mother.....

You should contact me if you are looking for a fun, smart, adventurous girl... who knows what could happen????  I like a more dominant man btw.....

And listen boys, I'm a country girl, I sound like a country girl....... I clean up good and you can take me out..... But I'm just as happy hangin out at the cabin sitting around the fire...... 

I also swear... Not exactly like a sailor, but sometimes the naughty words slip out ;-). That being said, I'd never swear in front of your grandma, I'm not totally uncouth...

And......... I only date caucasian men...... please don't send me hate mail..... but that's just how it is.

I don't think I've ever been in love...... But that's what I really want..... I write a blog, http://reflectionsuponmyskin.blogspot.com

And for those of you that have the endurance to make it to the end of my profile, let me offer a little advice.
In your photos I would advise against:
Shirtless photos - you have to be ripped to pull that off
Photos with your children - do you really want your kids faces out there for everyone to see?
Photos of your car/boat/motorcycle - do you want the girl that only goes out with you because of your car/boat/motorcycle?
Photos with women - seriously, you can't find a pic of yourself without a woman? 
Photos with other dudes - we don't know which one you are!! 
Photos from a weird angle - photos of your face taken from your waist are generally unflattering..
Think before you post!!!
And the fish photos?? Seriously, WTF? 

Hope that helps :-)

The photos:

Maybe, I should just stop mind-fucking myself????

Saboteurs, Hippies and Cartoon Eyes

I love holiday weeks, it’s already Wednesday!!

My new tattoo is itching like CRAZY today!! It looks great though! I’m sooooooo pleased with it!

Yesterday, a couple of things stuck out to me:

1.                  A statement from SL “You really shouldn’t be surprised that you’re single”

2.                  Horoscope:  “Is your lack of love your fault?”

Wow Universe, are you trying to make a point?

I’ve thought long and semi-hard about it over the last 22 hours or so.  And maybe, just maybe, there is a point to be made.

I don’t usually put much stock in horoscopes, except to hope that they are right from time to time.  I mean, would I really want to know my future if it were possible?

I could see myself being unreasonably giddy if I knew something good was about to happen.  That would be disturbing, as giddiness is not one of my usual traits.  Actually, this could be dangerous on different levels.  I could be involuntarily committed! And a psych ward is not some place that I’m cut out to be in, despite my obvious personality defects.  I have a funny psych story I’ll share someday, when we know each other better.

On the other side of the coin, I can see myself being very despondent if I knew something bad were about to happen.

My emotions would be all over the place, that couldn’t be healthy.  I suppose, it is better not to know your future, to wish and hope and dread.

Now, to address SL’s comment.  Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, but it sure as fuck doesn’t mean that I have to like it.  He is one of my very best friends in the entire world, and he knows almost everything about me.  It is a wonderful friendship, we can share and give opinions and it’s all safe.

SL feels that I am my own saboteur.  That I don’t give relationships enough time, end them for frivolous reasons, etcetera. 

But, like I’ve said before, time is a precious commodity; I don’t have time to waste! 

If I feel like something isn’t right, I don’t try to make it into something that it’s not, I just bow out.  I have a serious aversion to drama, if anything seems hinky; I am running for the hills.  This may or may not be the best way to deal with relationships, what the fuck do I know?  Obviously, from my unchanging relationship status, NOTHING.

One could postulate that TrippyBeth is a little slow.

So, for the entertainment portion of today’s post, I’ll tell you another dating story.  I call this one “My Date With the Socialist”.

I’ll preface this story by telling you that I am not particularly political.  I just changed my address and my voter registration; I am now a registered Libertarian.  Honestly, I have trouble relating to any party in it’s entirety.  I do, however, believe in freedom and having government get the fuck out of our personal lives.  The older I get, the more liberal I get.  I like to say that I’m fiscally conservative, but socially liberal.

Back to the date story.

I had known this fella, MO, for quite a while.  We were Facebook friends, he is a writer and we talked about writing a lot. 

Last year, MO, participated in the Occupy Wallstreet party.  I monitored the situation on Facebook, from the safety of my bedroom.  I knew I didn’t understand everything that they were standing for, and I wanted to.

When MO returned from New York, he invited me to dinner.  I accepted.

We met at Cock-N-Balls (Cock-N-Bull for most).  The dinner started out casually, we talked about writing, he asked if I had finished reading his book, and I confessed that I had not.  He looked a little disappointed, but carried on.  He filled me in on the goings-on from Zuccotti Park.  I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he, and others, were able to leave their jobs and go there for weeks and weeks.  I know that some of them didn’t have jobs, so that wasn’t an issue, but if you did… what the fuck?

Then I was schooled on the “stand for something” thing.  I just politely shook my head.

After which I was indoctrinated in the “bigger government is better” ideology.  I couldn’t sit by and be a complacent little girl while he spouted off about if someone needed anything they could go to the government and the government would give them what they needed, food, jobs, you name it.  This is a fucked up ideology.

So I said “You want more government? More jackasses in Washington screwing things up? I can’t get behind that.”

He was visibly annoyed with me.  “I just don’t think that you’re educated on the facts, you already admitted that you don’t read.”

I was stunned!  The fact that I didn’t read his book, made me a non-reader? What in the actual fuck?  I had already decided that I was never going to see him again, so I didn’t even bother to argue.  What was the point? He was obviously delusional.

As we waited for the check, he looked at me thoughtfully and said “I love your eyes; you look like a really cute cartoon character.”

WHAT?  No one had ever compared me to a cartoon character before, at least not to my face.  I believe that he meant it as a compliment, but …….. What girl wants to be called a cartoon character??

Mercifully, the check arrived, he insisted on paying, and we walked out into the rain.  I thanked him for dinner and he asked if he could walk me to my car.  I agreed.

When we arrived at the car, he took me by both hands and said “I know that we don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but I still think we could be together.”

More evidence of a psychosis.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that every hippy, socialist is mentally deranged.  We all have opinions, and the beauty of being an American is that we can express them.  But this dude…… definitely deranged.

When recanting the story to friends, everyone asks “What character?”

I don’t know, he didn’t elaborate and I didn’t ask.

So I am including some of the guesses, form your own opinion.

I have forgotten this character's name.

Rocky

Sandy Cheeks

Betty Boop