Nuptial Nastiness
I have a wedding to go to this weekend, and I can't say I am too thrilled at the prospect. Even at the best of emotional times, I find weddings dull in the extreme. And of course, these are not the best of emotional times for me, so you can imagine my anticipation of enjoyment is low.
A few weeks ago I had brunch with the couple in question, and they asked me if I was looking forward to the wedding. I had to wonder why they were asking me that - it wasn't as if *I* was getting married - so why would I be looking forward to it? I admitted, whether rightly or wrongly, that I didn't particular enjoy weddings. They were taken aback, and responded, "Oh, but ours is different!".
Hmmm. Clearly the concept that one does not generally enjoy weddings was lost on them. I am hoping that were blind due to the fact that they are, obviously, looking forward to it, and assumed that everyone else was too.
I am planning on beginning drinking even before the nuptials - waiting until the reception is a REALLY long time. I do hope also that the champagne served is of a reasonable quality and will be flowing freely for me. Some people have said that at least there is food and drinks to help you through the wedding. But I think most receptions have quite "ordinary" food - bulk catering does that - and cheap liquor. Listening to droll speeches and making idle chit chat about crap is also not my idea of a good night out.
This wedding is apparently to be quite small. So yippee for me - I will already know all of the people there. And barring one other single woman, they are ALL couples. Couples I have to sit with and listen to their happy home life stories.
So does anybody have any suggestions on how to cope with this weekend?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Where Cath buys toys to assuage her loneliness....
I love toys. Of course when I say "toys", I mean just about any techo-gadget. I also love driving my car and could be thought of as a bit of a rev-head on occasion. Very few women own the sort of things that I buy, perhaps barring Ho, who also likes the tech-y things. I have a shit-hot universal remote that needs programming, not one, but two iPods, PDA, ripper of an external drive, and a million other things. I have been known to have boys home for a dalliance, and they get distracted looking at my toys.
That said, I picked up my newest toy on the weekend. It is a little girl-y, I grant you, but I feel it just adds to my stable of "boy" toys - shame that none of these toys actually gets me a boy.
But anyway..... I present to you my latest toy.
Oh yes, I am a bikie moll.
I love toys. Of course when I say "toys", I mean just about any techo-gadget. I also love driving my car and could be thought of as a bit of a rev-head on occasion. Very few women own the sort of things that I buy, perhaps barring Ho, who also likes the tech-y things. I have a shit-hot universal remote that needs programming, not one, but two iPods, PDA, ripper of an external drive, and a million other things. I have been known to have boys home for a dalliance, and they get distracted looking at my toys.
That said, I picked up my newest toy on the weekend. It is a little girl-y, I grant you, but I feel it just adds to my stable of "boy" toys - shame that none of these toys actually gets me a boy.
But anyway..... I present to you my latest toy.
Oh yes, I am a bikie moll.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Oh I am scary when I write...well, a little.
Well so much for the juicy and fun stories I had planned to write about my time with the psychiatrist. I got a phone call today from him, prompted in part by my text message inviting him out this weekend, to say that his "situation had changed", and let us just "leave it at that".
Pissed off was my initial reaction. Partly with him, and partly with the dating agency that set us up. I have paid good money, fine money, exorbitant money even, for this company to find me suitable men to date. And when the last two that they have set me up with have proven to be either outright duds, or clearly about to get involved with someone else - it does piss me off to waste both my time and money.
So I sent the agency a terse letter voicing my disappointment in their service. Well, at least I thought it was terse until I sent a copy of it to Ho. I thought it was direct and implied my anger and extreme "pissed-off-ed-ness" (ok, not a word, but you get the idea). Apparently, Ho thought it sounded quite polite.
Shit. Next time I need to write a letter of that nature, I think I might have to out-source. Offers for this job are most welcome.
Well so much for the juicy and fun stories I had planned to write about my time with the psychiatrist. I got a phone call today from him, prompted in part by my text message inviting him out this weekend, to say that his "situation had changed", and let us just "leave it at that".
Pissed off was my initial reaction. Partly with him, and partly with the dating agency that set us up. I have paid good money, fine money, exorbitant money even, for this company to find me suitable men to date. And when the last two that they have set me up with have proven to be either outright duds, or clearly about to get involved with someone else - it does piss me off to waste both my time and money.
So I sent the agency a terse letter voicing my disappointment in their service. Well, at least I thought it was terse until I sent a copy of it to Ho. I thought it was direct and implied my anger and extreme "pissed-off-ed-ness" (ok, not a word, but you get the idea). Apparently, Ho thought it sounded quite polite.
Shit. Next time I need to write a letter of that nature, I think I might have to out-source. Offers for this job are most welcome.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Dating updates...
Sorry it has been a while.... tap shows called for my more immediate attention. They were fabulous - thanks for asking by the way!
That aside, I also managed to have a date/meeting with a gentlemen from the dating agency. The meeting was relatively short, as is recommended for the first meeting, and he seemed possibly normal. Although, my ability to sense normal is clearly not to be trusted. We chatted about a few little things, but of course, I asked about his work. I may have hit the jackpot here if things progress. I knew he was in the medical profession before getting there - but it turns out that He is a psychiatrist! My very own therapist on tap!
Sorry it has been a while.... tap shows called for my more immediate attention. They were fabulous - thanks for asking by the way!
That aside, I also managed to have a date/meeting with a gentlemen from the dating agency. The meeting was relatively short, as is recommended for the first meeting, and he seemed possibly normal. Although, my ability to sense normal is clearly not to be trusted. We chatted about a few little things, but of course, I asked about his work. I may have hit the jackpot here if things progress. I knew he was in the medical profession before getting there - but it turns out that He is a psychiatrist! My very own therapist on tap!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
A little announcement
I had a date last night. It was a result of a speed dating attempt, yet again. It didn't start well in that he insisted that I come to his side of town, to a place across the road from his apartment. Surely on a first meeting/date the concept of a location "halfway" is not unreasonable? Further, what happened to chivalry and the gentleman coming to me?
Sigh.
Anyway, we met for a drink. He drank Red Bull, I had Red Wine. He declared Global Warming is a lie and refuses to acknowledge his part in it - he has a fuel guzzling speed boat. He also declared that "all those Paki's" should learn to clean themselves up.
Oh, it was a charming night. But what I also thought strange, as I tried to extract myself at the close of the evening, are the little things that I am sure men must think are romantic. So by way of public service announcement, here goes, ahem....
NOTICE TO ANY BOYS I MAY DATE: Swirling your tongue round and round my ear canal is NOT sexy. Grabbing my hand and putting it firmly on your obviously aroused member, is also NOT sexy. Taking off your pants, pulling out your aroused member and beginning to stroke it whilst we are completely otherwise fully dressed, is not only NOT sexy, is NOT going to entice me to sleep with you.
End of Notice.
I had a date last night. It was a result of a speed dating attempt, yet again. It didn't start well in that he insisted that I come to his side of town, to a place across the road from his apartment. Surely on a first meeting/date the concept of a location "halfway" is not unreasonable? Further, what happened to chivalry and the gentleman coming to me?
Sigh.
Anyway, we met for a drink. He drank Red Bull, I had Red Wine. He declared Global Warming is a lie and refuses to acknowledge his part in it - he has a fuel guzzling speed boat. He also declared that "all those Paki's" should learn to clean themselves up.
Oh, it was a charming night. But what I also thought strange, as I tried to extract myself at the close of the evening, are the little things that I am sure men must think are romantic. So by way of public service announcement, here goes, ahem....
NOTICE TO ANY BOYS I MAY DATE: Swirling your tongue round and round my ear canal is NOT sexy. Grabbing my hand and putting it firmly on your obviously aroused member, is also NOT sexy. Taking off your pants, pulling out your aroused member and beginning to stroke it whilst we are completely otherwise fully dressed, is not only NOT sexy, is NOT going to entice me to sleep with you.
End of Notice.
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