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- Username: Edenza
- In response to: "What do you do on the side?" I sell sex toys (and lotions, novelties, edibles, games, lingerie, etc.) via home parties. Or, as my daughter says, "My Mommy sells penises to ladies."
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- Three Historic Events I've Experienced
I don't like to rank "most" but these are three events that I have sharp memories of where I was, how I heard, and what I was doing.
1. Terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. I was 29.
2. Fall of Berlin Wall, November 1989. I was 17 (first semester of college)
3. Launch of Space Shuttle Columbia, April 1981. I was 9 and watched it outside with my school (we could only see the vapor trails)
- (Some of) My Most Quotable Movies
By no means comprehensive
Lord a'mighty. This should just be a list. A very long, extensive list. In no particular order.
Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery
The Usual Suspects
Gone With the Wind
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
The Princess Bride
The Empire Strikes Back
The Silence of the Lambs
anything Monty Python
A Fish Called Wanda
Fast Times At Ridgemont High
So I Married An Axe Murderer
Full Metal Jacket
That's off the top of my head.
- One/five Year(s) Ago Today
One year ago I blogged about seeing my half sisters on Facebook Half sisters who, to my continued knowledge, don't know I exist. I still haven't done anything about it except bring up to Hawk that I was thinking of contacting someone. Hawk basically shot me down. So I'm still feeling discouraged and, frankly, unsupported.
Five years ago, looking at my blog from then, I dared to ask what the appeal of Dooce was. I still don't understand. Frankly, I surprised that it's still around (I assume it is). Yesterday I was suggested to follow Heather Armstrong and saw it was a "verified" account. I'm like "Isn't 'verified' reserved for celebrities, authors, politicians, etc.?" Apparently I still don't get it.
I was also looking to decide who I'd do as my "Lost Blogs" character. Then my long-lost birthmother contacted me in early April and my concentration for Lost Blogs went into the crapper (as well it should have).
Hey look: this post has a theme!
- My Worst Date Ever
I actually have a story for this one!
I can't remember the guy's first name. It was either John or Jay (I’ll use “John” here). I remember his last name perfectly but I won't spill it. He had a mnemonic for it, which is why I remember it 20 years later.
I met him because he was making prank calls around PSU Altoona campus. I’m a pretty quick-witted broad and I made him laugh. Laughter led to conversation. Conversation led to nightly calls, hours long. I’m not saying there was a love connection. I’m saying that I liked talking to him and, since he was the one doing the calling, he must’ve liked it as well.
He asked me out after a couple of weeks of nightly conversations. My friends knew about this and were like, “About time.” I agreed. He didn’t ask me to meet on campus (it’s a small campus), which would have been smart. We could have done something at the student union or just gone and talked somewhere in person. He had a car (his father was, allegedly, a cardiac surgeon and therefore John had The Best of all possible things), which meant you were somewhat obliged to get the hell out of Dodge whenever you could.
One of the things he asked me when we were playing “spot my phone friend on campus” was, and I quote: “You’re not fat, are you?”
I gave my honest answer: “I’m not fat. I’m average.” At the time I was a size 14/16. Moreover, I never thought of myself as “fat” (unless someone else was calling me “fat” but that never happened outside the house, which is another story). So I honestly said what I honestly perceived.
Apparently his frat-boy-waiting-to-happen definition of “fat” was different.
He picked me up in the lobby of my dorm (I was a sophomore; he was a freshman). He literally did a double take, like something out of a Chuck Jones cartoon. The whole way to the theater, he didn’t talk. I would try to talk. He’d shut me down.
The movie was Sleeping With the Enemy, which I didn’t want to see because I hate(d) Julia Roberts. He walked up to the box office ahead of me, which I took as a good sign. There was no way the very nice, warm boy I’d been speaking to would jump in front of me to buy his ticket if we were going Dutch.
“One,” he said.
And that’s when the date shut down on my end. Not because he didn’t buy my ticket. I had my own money. In fact, one of the things I brought up on the ride was to ask if we were going to each pay for our own. I assumed we would but old-fashioned guys (which I tend to like) will often pick up the whole tab. Nope. Him jumping in front of me, which included him pushing up the door to the theater and going in ahead of me combined with the fact that Mr Talkative suddenly wasn’t… well, that was that.
So I suffered through that ridiculous movie with him sitting next to me and his jaw set. It was almost comic, had I not been pissed off about wasting my time on him.
Needless to say we drove straight back to campus. He pulled up behind my dorm and didn’t even put the car in park. One last attempt to be friendly, I said, “You don’t want to come up, do you?” I forget what his answer was verbatim. It wasn’t nasty but it wasn’t friendly either. I believe it was, “I don’t think so.”
I said, in my way, “Yeah well thanks a lot.” And slammed the car door.
He didn't call again, which was unsurprising. I like to imagine him wistfully wondering if he gave up something wonderful by acting like a total douche (answer: yes). I saw him around a few times but I didn't have any particular feeling about him so I never so much as said hello to him. I did point him out to some friends, who thought he was definitely cute but had an air of dickweed about him.
It wasn’t *that* bad a date but it was kind of a shock. Usually I’d win them over with conversation after meeting them. To win one over and then get rejected (based on looks -- who does that? well, apparently that guy), well, that sucked. I don't think I ever had another blind date.
I looked him up on Facebook just now and if I have the right guy, he got fat. If only he’d also gone bald…