Yes, it's the middle of June. No, I haven't put up a podcast this month. No, I haven't been writing on here. I've been terribly lazy. I've been in the process of getting ready to move, getting ready for my kid to finally get out of school for the summer, and just enjoying my laziness. It's true. Sometimes I just don't care. We all get that way, especially when we have a blog. That is, when we have a blog that we don't get paid to upkeep.
But we should do it for the love of it all, I know. But when you're busy all day with your regular job and you get home and night and just want to flake out eating and playing video games, sometimes the inspiration just isn't there. Plus, I've been spending oodles of my online time over at Yahoo! Answers, which I know I said I'd be incorporating into here from time to time, which I still will. And I will get another podcast episode up and all that other good stuff.
Look, all I really want right now is some good Belgian beer and a sexy chick to bed. Is that so wrong? My grandfather always told me I should find a nice red-headed gal. I've never done this in my 38 years. Perhaps I should. So far, everything else hasn't worked out and the last date I went on, while nice, was rather devoid of anything when it came to intelligence on my date's behalf. Sorry if you're reading this, honey, but it's true. You are the definition of a dumb blonde, but you said so yourself. I shouldn't have to walk through the zoo with you and explain what every frickin' animal is that isn't the goddamn polar bear. Plus you're older than me, fer chrissakes. You should know some of these things.
And yeah, it didn't help that you thought Celine Dion was good and that you pronounced "tarot" like you pronounce "parrot." These things are deal breakers. It might seem snobbish, but dammit, I know what I want, and someone who does those two things is not on my list. So it goes. I mean, you're divorced as well and your husband must have had some reasons to leave you. Maybe those two weren't amongst them, but still...he left.
OK, this is getting off track. But it at least brings the rest of you up to speed. The bottom line is dating in your late 30s is rigoddamndiculous and no one should have to subject themselves to it. But I try.
