Some things I observed recently about couples.
When guys tell other people that they've broken up with someone, they always seem to start with the phrase, "I don't know if you've heard..." and they tend to get really defensive about it. Then there's the whole "I'm okay" and blah blah blah. This has happened to me twice this month; once with the Yobo and last night with the Politician. It really would be refreshing to just see a guy totally fucking break down bawling, "Oh God, why me Lord? WHY ME?!"
Couple centric people really fucking annoy me these days which is probably why I haven't really been talking much with Dental Chick. Although she probably feels the same way. She can't have conversations as a single person with a single person. Conversants must be in pairs. Two by two...
Then I was wondering do couples remember their first fights? It could have gotten really ugly last night but I think I sucked it up sufficiently. Although things were kind of tense. I can't remember the first fight with Ball And Chain. All I remember is that we were born to scream at each other.
There just seems to be a lot of people breaking up or hooking up these days. Haimee and Stocky broke up. She did it. That was kinda shocking. He wasn't exactly the greatest boyfriend but still... And now Haimee's "seeing someone." Jeez. (But then, like I'm one to talk.)
Now I hear that Genki's totally falling hard for Internet Guy #6. He says he loves her. They've known each other for six days. She wants him to invite him to her birthday dinner next week. With her parents. Did I mention he has a prison record?
Wisest advice ever given that no one under 30 ever listens to: Take Things Slowly.
I suddenly feel like Sarah Jessica Parker on Sex And The City.
Monday, September 10, 2001, 6:35am
This weekend I attended a strange new hybrid of birthday party attended by semi-educated and affluent/ambitious Asians I will hereby call Juppies. This birthday party is also a mixer, or, an excuse to network and advertise your business. You've seen them, well dressed, bright eyed, and quick to extend their hand or business card. It was kind of like Oceans mixed with an Amway meeting. After running into a good buddy of The Ex, and then the good buddy of a deceased best friend, I decided that it would be best to camp out outside in the smoking section. Thank God Juppies don't smoke. What also didn't help was the fact that the bartender at the mixer, I mean birthday party, made me a VODKA VODKA VODKA tonic. I swear, the glass was pure alcohol.
As I handed my keys over to The Shrink, my mantra was, "Why didn't you tell me I needed a business card?!"
Later that night, Ball Kicker told me, "Fuck, you should've grabbed a receipt and wrote down all the info and passed that out!"
I love that chick.
The Musketeer. A cheesey little movie with two extraordinary sword fighting scenes. It's the kind of movie that makes me wanna balance on a ladder like a seesaw and fight my mortal enemy to the death. My mortal enemy by the way is Overpublished.
Yeah, I can take him.