Yesterday I went to the movies and then window shopped. I don't have the money to buy things. Food. Okay. And movies are cheap if you go before noon, so I have no compunction about going to the movies. Historically, it's what the unemployed have always done: go to the movies.
I was going to go and visit my cousin and go to Disney (I have free Disney money), but unfortunately, my period showed up around five-ish the morning, making all travel, leaving the house, the comfort of my bed and moving around not a good idea. And later, I know when I go back in and re-read this: there will be errors that I will miss because I am truly indisposed. A slave to my body.
But to get back to yesterday: readers, I have some truly juicy things to impart. First, I saw an incredibly cute bra and panty set at Intimacy for 55 dollars. It would have been PERFECT for Pride. But, of course, like I said, we will not be buying anything that isn't food or for personal hygiene. Truly I don't "need" this bra and panty set. But it was SO cute. It was bright blue with India Indian accents. Probably the sort of thing I would consider getting a spray on tan for.
Second: I had a date. Well, to be completely fair, two dates, but one was Mr. E (who says he isn't attracted to me), so I don't suppose it really counted. But maybe it did because he did get me lunch and a child's pak for the movies. But I did get the tickets. Mainly because I was afraid that the movie might sell out.
Third: The second date rocked my world, so to speak.
But, to be completely fair, it is my sound and profound belief that he would be truly horrified if I wrote about him. On the other hand, I know with an abject certainty that he would never read my blog. He was so completely and utterly unlikable that I was astonished with myself for trucking with him, but the fact was: there was an undeniable attraction and he liked ME so much. So I allowed it. It was very strange, he was likable at one point, but it seemed that whatever I had to say offended him. He was offended by my baudy book club, he was offended whenever I spoke of anyone other than himself. He wore a frown whenever I dared mention some other man. I felt as if I had to censor myself. It was dreadful. A complete opposite from a date I had the previous Wednesday with a man that I found TRULY delightful. Which is not to say that I believe THAT will go anywhere either, but at least, I don't despise Mr. Wednesday. At least I know I enjoy HIS company. And that is something.
Cap is telling me now that I should rest.
So I shall.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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