Originally, I was toying with the idea of creating my own web page, but when I found out what a blog was, this seemed the more logical choice. So, if you're viewing my blog and notice a lack of material consider the fact that this is my maiden voyage,so to speak. Make sure you come back to read my thoughts, stories, world views, ect. I'll touch on many subjects and as my blog evolves so will the it's look. Right now, I'm the new kid on the blog. I'd go into detail about the upcoming items I'm planning, but I don't want to get too blogged down at the moment. (Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system.)
I' m just happy that Valentines Day is over and done until next year. If you have a significant other on this particular day to celebrate with, it's a wonderful, romantic day. If you are by your little lonesome,as I am currently, it is a day chock full of unhappiness and you can't wait until the clock strikes twelve and it's February 15. And you see all these couples billing and cooing till you wanna puke all over them. The sugar level is enough to cause a major epidemic of diabetes. I almost get the urge to yell at them, " Cut it out will ya? Get a freakin' room if you're gonna carry on like that!"
Love is a many splendored thing, but not if you have to watch it while you're flying solo. I mean,where's my Valentines Day Card, my cute stuffed toy(a small fuzzy bear or floppy eared dog would be most welcome.) or a chocolate heart( with caramel filling if you please.). Oh well, there's always next year.
While I'm on the subject of looking for my better half, soul mate, sweetheart(insert your own particular favorite word); I tried my luck at Match.Com. What a waste of thirty bucks. Out of thirty some emails I sent out, only two women replied. The first one, we just didn't have the chemistry. The other, at first she thought the two of us had a connection. A week later she said the chemistry was gone. Imagine that. It took a span of seven days for our special connection to evaporate into the ether. Whatever. She was a complete and total flake anyway.But you've got to figure, thirty to two; that isn't even good betting odds much less any kind of odds for meeting someone. So to all of you women out there here's a tip: be nice and send a reply email even if it's to say you're not interested. And to the others: maybe you should think about not having impossibly high standards and give us short guys who may not look like Brad Pitt a chance. We're out here waiting.
Anyway, that's all for now. It's getting late and there are two cats outside my window serenading me with a cacophony of yowling. Time to get out my big shoe and take aim.(Naw,just kidding.) Anyhoo, come back for the next installment. I've got lots more to say.
