When I first moved to Oakland I made a mental list of what I wanted to accomplish while here. Nothing too lofty; little things like Learn to make my own frosting and Organize my CDS by color. One of the most ambitious tasks on the list was Watch entire Sex and City series in order.
I kind of OD'd on it and crapped out after season 3. Suneal was very relieved.
I did, however, catch the episode that talks about romance and how modern women are respulsed by it. I feel like my tolerance for loveish/lovelike things is especially low. I am a generally warm person, I appreciate romantic comedies and sometimes I end my emails with xoxo, -- so i'm not made of stone. But the thought of receiving a single red rose (barf) or having the car door opened for me or slow dancing in a public place where there isn't any music is all YUCKY POOPS TO THE MAX in my book.
Things are really looking up for me though. When a guy sends you flowers at work and then prefaces the note with "I hope this doesn't embarass you too much at work" -- its definitely a step in the right direction!
Eventually, I'll stomp ALL the romance out so that subsequent notes read something like, "hey turd, i bought these flowers using your credit card. I ordered myself a pizza too. thanks sucka."
6 comments:
Awww...!
- kt
That's so romantic. Can I have a pizza too?
yowza! this guy has got the major hots for you!
Hey Joanne! It's Helena. I actually watched the entire Sex and the City series in order...I think I did it in 2 months.
girl..i'm barfing on your website matching your LOVE FLOWERS. puke! call me!
FINE. HINT TAKEN. Gimme your damn credit card so I can buy you some stinkin' flowers and get myself a coupla pizzas. And I'm ordering wood fired thin crust pizza too. And I'm getting everything on it. And I'm getting a drink and dessert.
(so can I write that letter now?)
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