With Star Trek: Picard hot on the horizon, many of us are revisiting Next Generation, reacquainting ourselves with not only the character, but some of the biggest litigatory smack-downs ever captured on screen.
So someone tried to open my rv door while parked on the street. Again. And again. They're really trying to get in. I've heard people trying to open my doors at night before, as well as shouts and random ear piercing screams, but luckily this was during the morning because otherwise it would have been a different story altogether. I wake up and jump off my bed, shout an obscenity or two to get whomevers attention and open the passenger door and see there's a woman trying to open the RV door I rarely use. That spot is a dedicated trash bag pile I create before finding an empty dumpster to toss them in. She turns and says, "Brother!" with outstretched arms. She hugs me. One of those long hugs that feel nice, the kind you don't want to walk away from. At first glance I assumed she was a Jehovah's witness or some sort of religious person. She's wearing a weird dress type outfit, purplish blue in color, with bare feet.
One of my most cherished pastimes involves flicking my stumpy thumb over Facebook’s carousel of friend suggestions. There’s no nostalgia in this. There’s no longing for the past or remembering better days — quite the opposite. There’s nothing wholesome at all about what I do. The point is to be not wholesome, to wallow in my own hauteur, to dole out my disdain across the beaming faces of the ghosts of my adolescence. That’s what draws me in while I’m sitting on the toilet or finding reasons not to be productive. Facebook calls this that section “People You May Know.” I call it “Reasons I’m Glad To Not Be In High School Anymore.” It’s with great joy that I welcome that gag-inducing row of profiles onto my feed. If I don’t have time to cycle through the menagerie, I make sure to remember a handful of posts surrounding it so I can return at a later time. That’s dedication.
Wow, okay. Where do I begin? This year has gone by in such a blur, I can hardly believe it is December. 2020 is just in a week? No. Surely it's still March or April. Maybe even September at best. This year has flown by and I still cannot wrap my head around it. It's also been a wild ride from beginning to end. I moved back home, I've been working. I got my license and a car. (Finally overcame my fear of driving!)I had a family member move out of their state and moved close to be with my dad. I dated, dealt with some dirtbags and guys who just had their priorities in all of the weird places. I laughed, I cried. I screamed and yelled and rejoiced. I got hurt and healed.
If you haven't read my previous post "What Do You Do When You Don't Know How to Date"... well it's actually not a problem at all because it was awful to begin with. If you are so inclined you can take a quick look at it, but I can sum up the train-wreck that was that post faster than you can read it.
It was the summer of 1992 and I was in the prime of my life. I was a fit twenty-something male, not overly unattractive, well built and sporting my own teeth and hair.
Yep, the title says it all. A guy on Plenty Of Fish wanted to pay me to sleep with him. Why? Cause I was "the type of girl I could never get." Now you must be thinking this is flattering, it's not. I was so offended, and the more he begged the more offended I got.
I am 26 years old. And I am cute. Just to get that out of the way.
The city of Los Angeles is like dating. The actual layout, city planning, how to navigate it, is like dating or like how dating works. The traffic is the equivalent of how you end up dating a person. Maybe you met in a bar or maybe a grocery store (Bristol Farms has worked for me in the past)? And then of course there are the dating apps. But all in all, it’s the same thing. It’s traffic. It’s how you get there. Just like when you’re going somewhere in Los Angeles. From Bel Air to Silverlake, you can take the 405 (seriously?) to the 101 and just exit. Of course, you will want to account for the timing of your journey. Just like in dating. You could also not care about timing and take the scenic route. Taking Sunset the whole way, like if you feel that you’re not on a schedule to get there, at all, and you at least want the journey to be scenic, maybe even pleasurable.
I'm having the most amazing time by myself at a tiki bar in Winter Haven, Florida.
When I was growing up I always wondered why my Mom would sometimes be aggravated with my Dad. I didn’t yet have a husband, so I didn’t know. There is no Owner's Manuel for husbands; and every husband, just like every person, is unique. Some more unique than others...