January 23, 2006

Ugly Politicians???

Recently, a friend of mine called me shortly after landing in Chicago. She says, "Red, I think I know one of your dating problems. I got off the plane and looked around and noticed that Chicago men are much better looking, not to mention taller than the average D.C. man. Plus, the D.C. Metro area has a lot of rednecks, and I think you've dated a good majority of them".
Statistics say that over 60% of couples have met through mutual friends/family members. So I am putting the word out for people to be on the lookout for nice, single, tall guys for me. No rednecks allowed! Don't get me wrong, I don't really have anything against rednecks, or blue-collar guys for that matter. Some of the nicer guys I have dated were blue-collar guys. However, my dad continues to tell me, "Stop dating those blue-collar guys". But then again, the white-collar guys I've been attracted to tend to send photos of their penis or grab me without permission.
I am enjoying the looks I get when I ask people to think of me when they come across a single dude, but I'm not relaying this to any friends that may have a majority of redneck friends/associates. The other day I was talking to a Lieutenant at work, and mentioned my specifications, and asked that he think of me with any of his single officer friends.
The dating world is a rough one. The guys all resemble smarmy salesmen who say what you want to hear just to get a little "something something". I have conferred with some male friends, and they all tell me what the smarmy guy of the month is going to try to pull next…and believe it or not, they are always right… often to my dismay.
I have tried Match.com and all those guys definitely fall under the desperate smarmy category. I have to admit that Match can be a bit addicting, and I'm not alone with that thought. You post your profile and pic and in come emails because someone finds you attractive and you have caught their attention. How can that not feel good? I just can't do the Match thing anymore so I tried a religious group called "Soul Purpose".
Soul Purpose (http://www.mcleanbible.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=1202) is a community of believers who are Single Adults in their 30s and 40s. My friends said, "How bad can the guys be at a church?" I looked at it as a sociological experiment (in the words of Nicole). Once I arrived, I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down, in the back, and looked around. I felt as if I had a sign that said "Fresh Meat", my bright red hair always helps in that arena (note the sarcasm). The evening started with a Christian rock band, they were pretty good, but I don't care if the words are scrolling on the screen I wasn't going to sing along. By the third song, many people were really getting into it and would throw up their arms in praise of the Lord's song. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against praising the Lord. I'm just not that reverent and enthusiastic about it. I'm Catholic and we are a reserved religion. They had a sermon and it was informative, but this place didn't seem to be my cup of tea.
After an evening of Soul Purpose, I perused the website Professionals In The City (http://www.prosinthecity.com/). They have some really great events such as Basketball Games, Hockey Games and Pole Dancing, to name a few. I was thinking, "Hey, maybe this is what I need". I noticed a section with pictures and started looking through those. Some of these girls are really cute, but then I realized there weren't many guys, the only guys they did have pictures of seemed to be the guys from Soul Purpose. This reminded me of an article that I read that stated that the D.C. Metro area has the ugliest singles in the country. This area is all politics and how often do you come across a hot politician!

November 10, 2005

Pick Up Line Of The Day

I once ran a help desk and a few of the clients still call me from time to time for help. I got a phone call today from a client that I have only spoke to on the phone.

He says to me,

"I quit my job last week because I won the Lottery. You have to go out with me now."

"No, it's not about the money."

"Then what is it about and how can I get you to go out with me?"

"I'm not sure how to explain what it's about but if I figure it out I will
let you know."

The "C" Battery

Since Nicole moved in with The Kiddo and I Monday nights have become our TV nights. We watch Prison Break at 9pm then Medium at 10pm. So recently we were very excited about our Monday night since Prison Break hadn't been on for three weeks. We got home washed our faces and put on comfortable clothes. Prison Break was great that night. It was about 9:40 when a commercial came on and I ran in the kitchen to do some dishes. I couldn't help but think, "Prison Break is AWESOME and it isn't over yet. Next is Medium which means we still have over an hour of some great shows". Well I guess I jinxed us. It was about 9:50 and we lost electricity.
NOOOOOOOO!
Several times it tried to come back on and we just sat there, in the dark, astonished. This can't be happening! We have been waiting for this for THREE weeks! Finally, we got up and lit the candles. Nicole held a candle for The Kiddo so she could finish putting her clothes away. I found more candles and a few flashlights. All the while Nicole and I were just so upset… This is our big TV night or as Nicole put it recently "Our girls bonding night".
Then it hit The Kiddo… She remembered she had a little portable TV that could run on batteries. We stopped everything and got the TV from her closet. I checked the kitchen for batteries and found I had 8 C batteries. I couldn't remember why I had so many C batteries but I was praying it was enough to get the TV to work. I took the cover off the TV and luckily it took C batteries but it needed 9 of them. OYE!
So begins our search for one more C batteries. It didn't even need to be a good one but we just knew one would provide the connection needed to get the TV to work. We took The Kiddo's games apart to see what kind of batteries they needed, checked the flashlights, and even checked some of the motorized cars but none of them used C batteries. I was racking my brain… Why did I have these batteries in the first place? Then as I was grabbing a candle from my bedroom it hit me! Oh My Goodness! I looked to see where Nicole and The Kiddo were then I went and checked. BINGO! That was it! How was I going to explain to them where I found the C battery? How embarrassing! I knew Nicole would get it and I would have to somehow avoid The Kiddo's questioning. Nicole figured it out right away and we couldn't stop laughing. I had to just tell The Kiddo that she can't always be "In the know".