Yippity Do Dah

I'm a free trial freak. Especially for online dating sites. Match.com 10 day free trial? I'm there. Earlier this year I got a boyfriend (The Excritor) out of the free trial. But let me tell you something about Match.com. It's addicting. It's worse than nicotine. And I know, because i've tried both. Soon as the Escritor became the Ex-critor I signed up and paid (oh my god, yes, I actually paid) for a one month membership out of which nothing more came than a guy with a receeding hairline and a penchant for pints. We met once, but not again. So I cancelled membership, and signed up for some free online dating with OKcupid.com. Believe it or not the Ex-critor was the one who introduced me to OKCupid. Even more amusing is that part of the reason we broke up was because he refused to take his profile down from OKCupid. So I put one up.

Being free, I didn't feel the need to be clandestine about this one. I convinced friends to join. I dove right in. More success on this one. I didn't end up meeting anyone, but I made friends around the world... South America, Europe etc. that I enjoy conversing with and wouldn't mind visiting. I did have some shady prospects though. Like the amazingly beautiful bisexual girl from western NY who wanted to "share" a guy with, what she claimed was, a rather large phallus. Not that I entertained this thought for longer than a split second, but I spoke to her for awhile trying to figure out whether or not she was just fucking with people. Pun, yes. Pun.

But I was tired of seeing my exes profile, and I was tired of men, and I was trying to focus on school and take myself away fromt he internet. SO I deleted the OKCupid account.

No, after many months of abstinence, i'm back.

This time it is the eHarmony free trial.

This is how it went. My boss and I signed up, for the hell of it, at the same time. I figured i'd just cancel after the seven day free trial. Yesterday was day four, so I cancelled online and called to confirm.

Those bastards. So I get this guy with a really lovely voice on the phone, who starts telling me what a wonderful profile I have, how articulate I am, how compatible I am with others-- that I should really stick around and give it a shot because they'd hate to see me go.

I said no.

He said i'll give you two months free.

I said: Now you're talking.

Well then. So now i'm doing the eHarmony thing. It's interesting. Given, I don't get to pick and choose (oh how I miss the days of picture browsing on Match, there was something divinely satisfying about clicking the delete button on profiles) ... but supposedly the matches i'm being handed are "Highly Compatible" with me.

Like I care? I can't deal with a compatible match at the moment, because I couldn't stick around to cultivate a relationship. But i'm interested in people, that's what it all comes down to. Never know what might happen.

Extrange

I love this time of day. The sun is at just the right angle to the floor to ceiling rectangle windows and the light is overwhelming the room. If I try to look directly outside, it seems as though the sky has been set afire, hot white and blaring. It's pulsating and beautiful.

Why am I still at work?

I was trying to write a paper. But my butt is starting to hurt so I figure I should write a post and get the heck out of here. I got some good news, looks as though my friend from Reading, England (must think of new name... hmmm.... Mr. Smiff would do just fine)... okay it looks as though Mr.Smiff might head to NYC in a few weeks. He would be a welcome international visitor, at a time when i'm loathing the idea of America. We're going to paint the town whatever colors clash most with red, white and blue.

Now that's all for much later. I have my pending trip to Montreal to worry about. I tried to call El Ex-critor, the "Ex/Writer" that is... and he was passed out asleep at 10PM as I was walking down to the Muddy Cup. I must call him today.

(*Speaking of missed calls, the Spaniard was supposed to call me today-- and since he has not, just to piss him off, i'm going to call him now and wake him up, because he's probably sleeping.)

Back to the ex-critor and Montreal. Spoke with Ma~ last night. Her ex-something is coming, too. He is actually driving us to Montreal. Cool. So it's going to be a weekend of French, Canada and ex-boyfriends. I can handle that. I hope.

I should mention, while on the topic of exes, that I saw my ex, Melf (first love, first boyfriend, bad break up, long story) this weekend after 2 years and 2 months of estrangement. It wasn't awkward at all. Nor was it awkward the next day, when I met his lovely girlfriend and saw his parents again, also for the first time in that long. It was a happy reunion on all sides.

It helped that for the I showed up 5 gin and tonics in the hole.

The two glasses of red wine I shared with them didn't hurt either.

Oh, but i'm moderating, I am.

I need out.