That's a good choice

I’ve a confession to make. I…..I….. met my boyfriend through the internet.

Whew! That was easy

What? You think that’s icky? Come on now you’re reading a stranger’s blog. How is it that you can think meeting people on the Internet is weird but reading the ramblings of a stranger isn’t??

It took a gazillion and one dates with weirdos and freaks before I met the current boyfriend. In all honesty and totally cliché sounding - I had just about given up and was set to let my membership expire when I met him. Looking back at all those dates, awkward settings, and eye rolling is now HILARIOUS. Going through it – not so much. One guy’s profile bragged/complained of a one night stand he had that resulted in a girl suing him for paternity. Go get ‘em tiger! I’m guessing on this one but he probably didn’t get too many dates. If any at all. Nothing says “date me” like “I’m your baby’s daddy but I’m not takin’ responsibility.”

The good men I dated consisted of a triathlete, army-ranger, and Internet company owner. The bad could more accurately be described as horrible. They consisted of a marathon runner, a guy who bragged that he slept with prostitutes in Amsterdam, and a guy that wanted to bend-me-over-his-knee-and-hit-my-butt-with-a-wooden-spoon.

I’m not kidding.

For every good guy, I met three to five horrible ones.


I ran into the wooden spoon boy this afternoon at lunch. We were in line at the restaurant, I happened to glance up and see him. He and his double chin looked at me. At first I didn’t recognize him, then he said “hi”. Confused I stared long enough for me to realize “holy shit, it’s the wooden spoon boy” and immediately look away. (If I’m anything, it’s sly) He stood right behind us. Uncomfortably close. And as my dad and I discussed what to order I mentioned “xxxx sandwich and soup sounds good to me ” From behind me I hear him say “that’s a good choice”.

Later I retold this story to the boyfriend. He laughed and then suggested I should have played it up by turning around to ask what he was doing there b/c they only had metal spoons.

And then...

I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I completed my last final on Friday. By Monday evening I was sick. By this afternoon I found myself wishing I didn't have sinuses, a throat, or a head for that matter. Holy crap, does this suck.

I'm a big proponet of all things homeopathic and natural. But I'm also a big believer in OTC medicines to relieve the symptoms.So coupled with 18 million glasses of vitamin C, lysine and Zinc, I'm taking Alk*a Seltzer and S*udafed. Here's hoping I get better before my road trip with the boyfriend. We're headed to his sister's house for the holidays. The last time I spent a holiday with out my parents or other family members present was with the previous inlaws. In which I and my ex-mother-in-law received matching outfits. I kid you not.

I've mentioned the boyfriend's family before. They are nothing short of perfect. When I exclaimed my recluctancy to spend Christmas with his family, he mentioned "well one of my uncles has been divorced like 3 or 4 times. It'll be fine" I thought and retorted back "great, so I'll be compared to and thought of like the crazy uncle" Perfect!

In other news -

I've spent the day hiding in my office. Granted I've cleared a whole heck a lot off my piles-of-work, but honestly between you and me internet - I'm avoiding her. She's upset that she has more vacation time than she originally thought. And demands to know why. (Seriously!) First it was that she didn't have any, then surprise you actually have this much more. Now she's demanding to know why she doesn't have even more. Hint #1 - you've taken shitloads of time off. Hint #2 - I really, really, really dislike you and your requests to know WHY and RIGHT NOW automatically go to the bottom of my to-do pile.

Our 2nd work Christmas gathering is Thursday. Guess who I have to buy for? Go on, guess. Hint #1 - Murphy and Karma have totally over stayed their welcome.

The first company Christmas party consisted of one of my bosses getting rip roaring drunk and grabbing my boyfriend's butt. Then telling us that if I drank more than 2 drinks, the boyfriend was definitely getting some tonight. (b/c in his words "CPA's are easy drunks) We chatted long enough that he ended up telling us that if I chose not to stay on with them after graduation, he was pretty sure (word from his inside source) that a large accounting firm would hire me.

The oddest part of the evening came when she came up to me and declared "give me back my movies bitch" Turns out she had bought her exchange gift for herself. But was pissed when it got "stolen" by another contestant.

1998 woulda coulda wish I didda

We leave for our first-of-the-season ski trip tomorrow. Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

The last few weeks have been brutal. Bitchy, horrible no-sleeping, brutal long days. I’m ready for them to be over. NEVER EVER take on a second job in December, before finals and year-end work. NEVER EVER, no matter who asks you or what they offer to pay you. NEVER. Trust me on this one.

Amidst the studying and final exams, I came up with the invitation slogan for my graduation party. (Yes That party. The party that is a year away. Hush with the snide remarks. The thinking and planning are a welcome distraction from anything accounting related)

Are you ready?

“Let’s party like it’s 1998. Because that’s the year I should have graduated.”


One last final tomorrow and I’ll finish out another semester. Sweet Mary Moses I’m ready!