Casserole

Today's post is an attempt to get back in the swing of things and catch up so it's going to be a bit of this and that.

Uncommon intersections

After the ick that was Friday, a delightful series of unexpected intersections occurred. First was a random rag-tag dog parade. Even though we had to walk out of order at the end of the procession on account Baloo's general thuggery, she won best personality. And I was super proud because it's true and it doesn't mean your dog is ugly or overweight like it means when people are overwhelmingly described by their personality. I have a killer personality by the way.

Speaking of personality, two hot and interesting guys wrote me back on this dating website I'm on (sorry Lodo, not the black people one-those days are over). It was surprising. Then last night while replying to a message from one of those guys, another guy messages me (the site has a chat feature). He has a septum ring, admits that he uses drugs, does not take a bath every day (especially in winter), is a serious agnostic, was currently reading a book about zombies, and well, need I go on? But I enjoyed chatting with him. He was disappointed I didn't think we were dating material. It was interesting. I told him it surprised me that he would even want to have a conversation much less date me. We couldn't be more different and I told him as much. But the conversation was easy and fun and that was kind of special to me. A bad ass trying to talk up ol' white bread Ava. Nice guy to boot. Go figure. Thought I was adorable. Not going to argue with the man but I'm thinking he must have a type. He was cute in an unwashed Adrian Brody kind of way.

Tonight we witnessed a group of 20 rollerbladers doing a late evening ride. The bulk of them made the light but then a guy whizzed through the intersection against the light and yelled 'car!' to no one in particular. Was that an involuntary utterance? A recognition of what he deserved to be hit with? You're on the f-ing street. There are cars literally everywhere. Can you imagine how holy shit a person in a car would feel to see you out of the corner of their eye hurtling towards an unplanned impact with their right-of-way conveyance? "Car!" doesn't even begin to adequately cover this situation.

When I try to blow guys off, it only eggs them on: Selected passages


Guy: You seem like a fun and interesting person. Anything exciting going on?

Ava: Always. :-) Right now I'm rockin' it housewife style with sweat pants on the bottom and work blouse on top. I have an appointment with the gym in an hour after which I plan to walk the dog. But wait, there's more. After the gym, the walk, and the shower, I'm going to consider what to do next since I didn't make any plans for the long weekend and I don't yet feel like cleaning my house. Are you getting all this? Is it blowing your hair back? I wish I were not being completely honest but that's what's going on right now. :-) I might even sneak in a quick nap before the gym. I see your old soul and raise you one.

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Guy: so I guess meting up tonight is too radical of an idea?

Ava: I'm not sure what you are looking for but meeting guys late at night implies booty call and I'm not about that in any way.

Neither one of them moved on. My girlfriend says it's because I responded. That guys don't really care what you are saying if you are still talking to them. Everything is negotiable. I'm starting to think she's right.