Because no one can tell me what to do, I went against my friend's wishes to not exchange gifts this year and put together a meaningful gift (he had mentioned needing a scarf in regular conversation) and a gag gift (got my very Italian friend a little Black angel Christmas tree ornament. Friend win.) Not to be out done, he took this whole gifting thing to a dark place and made it a competition. Here he is talking isht about his present for moi.
Quinto: I will win the ornament discussion
Me: Lol this was not meant to be a competition! You are ruining the meaning of the delightful Black angel!
Quinto: The Black angel is awesome. I'm just going to beat it.
Me: ...you wanna re-word that?
Quinto: Nope, I stand by the whole thing.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Roomba
I have some amazing guy friends who are sincere, caring, thoughtful, honest, (and single, ladies *wink*). They put up with my shenanigans and my constant requests for insightful advice that I inevitably neglect while in hot pursuit of my next regret.
One of my new favorite people, (and producer of our pending podcast) Quinto, is often subjected to my stories. While I was recounting the flaky actions of one particular bad decision, he cut me off to deliver this gem:
"I got it. I got it. Look, it sounds to me like most of these guys you're dealing with are just like a Roomba- you know, the little robotic vacuum that that rolls across the floor, bounces back and changes direction when it runs into an obstacle."
"A Roomba just looking to put things in places?" I ask. "Yea," he responds, "perfect! They try their luck with you, they get a wall, they bounce back and try their luck in another room, and occasionally they make it back to you. Bounce back. Try their luck somewhere else. Come back to you. Meets the wall. Repeat."
No more Roombas.
One of my new favorite people, (and producer of our pending podcast) Quinto, is often subjected to my stories. While I was recounting the flaky actions of one particular bad decision, he cut me off to deliver this gem:
"I got it. I got it. Look, it sounds to me like most of these guys you're dealing with are just like a Roomba- you know, the little robotic vacuum that that rolls across the floor, bounces back and changes direction when it runs into an obstacle."
"A Roomba just looking to put things in places?" I ask. "Yea," he responds, "perfect! They try their luck with you, they get a wall, they bounce back and try their luck in another room, and occasionally they make it back to you. Bounce back. Try their luck somewhere else. Come back to you. Meets the wall. Repeat."
No more Roombas.
Achilles' heel
Realizing, even still, that I am a sucker for blue eyes and a nice smile.
Hope you didn't notice my knees buckle as I approached.
I have a reputation to maintain and all that. . .
Hope you didn't notice my knees buckle as I approached.
I have a reputation to maintain and all that. . .
Liquidation.
When left to my own devices, I am decisive. I can declare "I am over you" like the rapids course over a pebble.
Then I see that sideways smirk. And your confident stride. And those kind, brown eyes.
And I melt like an ice cube on a hot stone.
Then I see that sideways smirk. And your confident stride. And those kind, brown eyes.
And I melt like an ice cube on a hot stone.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
A good guy: my new norm
So I was describing this WONDERFUL guy I've started dating to a friend. I seek her advise as I'm a little nervous because he's AMAZING and, if you've kept up with my blog you'll know, I'm not used to this kind of guy. "I've never been treated like this before!" I begin "He's so sweet, respectful, patient. When I ask for something, it's taken care of! He's considerate. He's perfect!"
My friend responded, "Well, yea, this is how you're supposed to be treated. . .so enjoy it! [pauses, probably perplexed] Wait what do you mean you've never been treated like this before?- You know what, never mind, I don't want to know- this is how you're supposed to be treated so don't worry and just enjoy."
My friend responded, "Well, yea, this is how you're supposed to be treated. . .so enjoy it! [pauses, probably perplexed] Wait what do you mean you've never been treated like this before?- You know what, never mind, I don't want to know- this is how you're supposed to be treated so don't worry and just enjoy."
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Taste for "vanilla"
I'm beginning to see the appeal for "the boring". For someone who is the foil to the crazy pace of life.
This stems from a few things: first being the tendency for guys I date to drop me like a bag of bricks for the next aesthetically pleasing, tame thing that walks on by. The second is from a crush I have on a coworker who's from an external vendor.
My work crush is probably, or at least seemingly, the most vanilla person I've ever met. But he always greets me with a sweet, off-center smile. Who doesn't want that? Someone who is 1) happy to see you 2) willing to show this excitement in a socially acceptable manner.
So yes, I doubt I'll introduce him to my nightlife habits and pasties outfits, BUT I'd definitely take him up on a cup of coffee from the the work kiosk if he ever offered. I'd probably order a flavored coffee or chai, just to spice things up, but still. . .
This stems from a few things: first being the tendency for guys I date to drop me like a bag of bricks for the next aesthetically pleasing, tame thing that walks on by. The second is from a crush I have on a coworker who's from an external vendor.
My work crush is probably, or at least seemingly, the most vanilla person I've ever met. But he always greets me with a sweet, off-center smile. Who doesn't want that? Someone who is 1) happy to see you 2) willing to show this excitement in a socially acceptable manner.
So yes, I doubt I'll introduce him to my nightlife habits and pasties outfits, BUT I'd definitely take him up on a cup of coffee from the the work kiosk if he ever offered. I'd probably order a flavored coffee or chai, just to spice things up, but still. . .
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