Series 7 and Menz
I'm taking the Series 7 tomorrow. I'd probably be freaking out right now if I hadn't just had two glasses of Chardonnay. I'll pull my hair out tomorrow morning while I'm cramming formulas in my brain over a bowl of Raisin Bran.
I sold my old Palm PDA on Craigslist. I told the guy where I worked and said he could pick the gadget up there on Tuesday. He did, and then he went home and e-mailed me on Tuesday night. He said that I was "a really cool girl" and "we could be friends". He also offered to help me move since that was the reason I gave for cleaning out and selling stuff. And then there was a link to his MySpace profile on which he lied about everything. His profile claims he is an athletic plumber who makes over $250,000 a year. In reality he's a stout, divorced father who had two crumpled up twenties in his pocket and a crappy-looking car that he uses to serve subpoenas. He graduated high school the same year I WAS BORN. Just not my type AT ALL, so I didn't bother to respond to the e-mail. I came home tonight and saw another e-mail, asking if I looked at his MySpace profile. Sheesh. Menz.
I won't be too self-righteous since I'm playing flirty-flirt with a friend of mine who lives in Pittsburgh. I've agreed to a date in October if he wants to trek three hours south to take me out. He's determined to do so and even said he didn't want to impose on me--that he would get a hotel room for himself. I'm fairly jaded when it comes to men, so I'm not starry-eyed and impressed over his dedication and maturity. I'm just wandering when the other shoe is going to drop. My Spidey senses aren't quite tingling yet, but I just need time to figure out why he's secretly a typical man.
Series 7, I WILL SLAY YOU.
I sold my old Palm PDA on Craigslist. I told the guy where I worked and said he could pick the gadget up there on Tuesday. He did, and then he went home and e-mailed me on Tuesday night. He said that I was "a really cool girl" and "we could be friends". He also offered to help me move since that was the reason I gave for cleaning out and selling stuff. And then there was a link to his MySpace profile on which he lied about everything. His profile claims he is an athletic plumber who makes over $250,000 a year. In reality he's a stout, divorced father who had two crumpled up twenties in his pocket and a crappy-looking car that he uses to serve subpoenas. He graduated high school the same year I WAS BORN. Just not my type AT ALL, so I didn't bother to respond to the e-mail. I came home tonight and saw another e-mail, asking if I looked at his MySpace profile. Sheesh. Menz.
I won't be too self-righteous since I'm playing flirty-flirt with a friend of mine who lives in Pittsburgh. I've agreed to a date in October if he wants to trek three hours south to take me out. He's determined to do so and even said he didn't want to impose on me--that he would get a hotel room for himself. I'm fairly jaded when it comes to men, so I'm not starry-eyed and impressed over his dedication and maturity. I'm just wandering when the other shoe is going to drop. My Spidey senses aren't quite tingling yet, but I just need time to figure out why he's secretly a typical man.
Series 7, I WILL SLAY YOU.