Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and to be honest, I don’t know if I’m more excited about that, or Darwin Day, or Deadpool… Probably Deadpool, but today we’re going to talk about how the other two go together.
Yesterday was Darwin Day, and I find it interesting that it is so close to a holiday that is more likely to create potential Darwin Award nominees than anything scholarly… For those of you who don’t know, the Darwin Awards are a fictitious (I hope) “award”bestowed on people who seem to be Devolving instead of Evolving.
As in they’re dumb… really, Really, REALLY dumb.
Continue reading “Evolution of Romance”
I finally found my first overt jerk on Tinder. Obviously Mr. Nice Guy wasn’t the paragon of virtue I thought him to be, and neither was the Investment Broker. The
Traveler guy with the pretty eyes (we’re revoking his nickname due to the shortness of his existence in our world) seemed nice, but lacked any conviction.
I’m still a little miffed at him because I was going to go do that painting on my own, but he soured it for me a bit.
But this guy… Whew! He’s the guy you read about on those Tinder line sites. Man, how I wish I’d taken a screen shot before I “unmatched” him. Continue reading “And the wicked have come.”
I’ve never paid much attention to Justin Bieber, other than to point and giggle when I saw some teenage girl doodle his name on her paper. Never to the girl’s face, of course, but Justin Bieber is not someone I would ever think of as being sexy…
Still don’t, so don’t go thinking this is a post about his hotness or anything like that. Continue reading “Bieber grew up?”
So, I’ve been having issues, dealing with low self-esteem, fighting with the Boy, blah blah blah. Yeah, I know, I said I was going to let him go and start fresh. He seems to be the thing I can’t shake… and frankly don’t want to, so long as things aren’t bad between us.
And aye, there’s the rub!
Things are pretty bad between us pretty regularly. I’ve been trying to figure out why that is. One of my Geeky friends told me I couldn’t turn a cat into a dog, or maybe it was the other way around, but I think the Boy is more cat-like than dog-like. Especially given his propensity for wanting me around on his terms. Like a cat, he pops up when he wants attention, rubs on my leg and purrs to show he likes me, and then when he’s not interested he bites at me and hisses until I feel unloved and like a bothersome nag. Continue reading “All about that back and forth”