Open Mic
It's time for another Open Mic session. Any requests? Is there something you're just itching for me to blog on? (Don't worry, the doctor says the burning sensation is completely normal. A little topical ointment should do the trick.) All three of you better speak up now, or you'll have to wait another month or longer. ;0)
posted by Kim at 4:06 PM
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Tampons vs. Pads
Hey, you asked.
The good thing about a tampon is, hey, it ain't goin' anywhere. The downside is, I find them to be more expensive and you can't really wear one to bed if you plan on sleeping more than 8 hours (to be safe). The upside of pads are, they're everywhere! My work even puts free ones in the office bathroom. However, pads leave more potential for leakage, and what the heck is that thing they do where they bunch up or migrate to one side? OK, have I been personal enough? The answer is...the pros and cons of both tampons and pads balance each other out. Therefore, you must make a selection based on circumstances. Tada!
I want to know how you and the Mr. met.
Ah, yes indeed. Well, it was almost two years ago. I, despondent over the loss of my cat to kitty lymphoma (RIP Mr. Moo) and having found recent freedom due to dumping the anchor that was weighing down my life (a.k.a. the ex), decided it was time to enter the "dating world." What is the dating world?, I thought. I had been with the same person since I was 18...never really dated before that. So, being ignorant on all things date-y and hesitant to meet the kind of single men who frequent bars, went online. Yep, Match.com. At first I met a surfer guy who had just moved from Santa Cruz. Bad drunk. Then I met a fashion designer. Flake. Then a physicist. Too smart (seriously). Then Ryan! And he's the one who stuck. We had the same sense of humor and outlook on life, and it was like meeting the male me. So that's how we met. Match.com. Sounds cheesy, but it works!
That is so cool! You and my sis sound a lot alike. Not much dating until college, and then super-faithful to that 1st love.
I think highly of the online matchings. One needs referrals of some kind, be it family, friends, etc. I think the screening process is thorough- don't they cull out the wierdos and freakies?
Yes, and then both of our first loves turned out to be really, really big losers. In fact, I ran into mine the other day, and boy there's nothing like being reminded "WTF was I thinking?!"
I will say that the incidences of freaks and weirdos is probably less online, believe it or not (because who wants to waste their money, ya know?), however, everyone has a quirk, and those quirks may not play well with your own quirks. But it IS nice to see someone's picture and read about their interests and whatnot before you meet them. For me, if they couldn't spell, they were immediately out. I always like to say that Ryan's use of the word doppelganger in an e-mail to me is what first set my heart a-flutter. :0)
OK, Stephanie requested in a different blog that I blog on why people should...read...my...blog. Dude, I just used "blog" three times in that sentence. Barf. Anyway, why should people read my ramblings? Because they're entertaining, of course! I'm like the written version of a crotchety old lady, I decided yesterday while walking to Longs to get my tastebud-fouling roll of gummy Lifesavers. (Incidentally, didn't they used to be called Gummy Savers??) My intention is to make people laugh with my blogs, or at least think, or at least chuckle while pondering the inconsistencies of daily life. Yes, I blog on things that annoy me. But that's because I generally find those annoying things to be somewhat funny. (But if I get realllly annoyed, then you'll get posts like the one about the dude who called me to "change journalistic policy.") Plus, people should read me so they can participate in my next big blog idea! But mostly, people should peruse my blog because I'm a writer by trade, and it's how I feel I most effectively communicate.
My good friend Beth e-mails in from Seattle that she'd like to see a blog about why women flip out about men. As in, the second they, uh, "do it" with a guy, they immediately think the guy is in love with them. Her words are: "Oh he slept with me...it must
be love...I want a baby...blah, blah, blah!"
My response is: There are normal women, and then there are retarded women. Now now, I'm using "retarded" in the context of women who have emotional issues surrounding things like "oh he slept with me, I want a baby," etc. My personal feeling is that these are probably women who are insecure when it comes to relationships. My proposed remedy: lots of Ben & Jerry's, butter, bacon and fried chicken. The end result is these women will blow up like a balloon, which will deter men. Voila...no need to worry anymore about "oh he slept with me, I want a baby!"
OK, so I'm kidding around, but seriously, Beth's right. Some women do get a little weird about that stuff. Why is that? Dunno. I'd probably attribute it to upbringing, personal experience, emotional status and values. However, this is an issue for women more than it is for men, which would make for an interesting sociology study/experiment.
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