Where Does The Time Go?

Last week was so busy that I have done nothing but neglect everything, including this blog. It may not look like it since I did manage to post some stories, but they were old stories written while I was making new stories. Seriously.

I honestly don't know if this week is going to be much better, but we'll see. I've made promises to write some articles for other sites which will take up some of my free time, and I still need to fix my resume so I can find a real paying job someday soon. Where does all the time go?

Oh.. I know..

Tuesday night I hosted a happy hour for a group I co-organize. It ended up being me and 5 guys. 2 of which are old acquaintances, aka friends, and I know they're not into me and I know them too well to be into them. 1 is my co-organizer and a little aged for me (or at least he looks like he is). 1 looked like he'd not showered or combed his hair in weeks. 1 talked about how he might not make it to our saturday event if the girl he likes will agree to go out with him. So.. boiled down to me hanging out with my adopted brothers. Fun, but not that fun.

I did get hit on though by a random guy at the place. He was a good 3 inches shorter than me, and weighted maybe a buck twenty. When I feel like I can twirl them over my head like a baton, I just can't pretend to be interested.

Wed night, I had a lame date. He was nice enough and we got along well enough. He was tall and not horrid looking. He was a red head though.. something I can overlook if he's awesome.. but if he's not then well..

The date started well enough despite both of us being late due to being stuck in traffic. We talked and chatted and blah blah blah. Then the check came. I did my normal hunting in my purse for my credit card. He said nothing. We'd not discussed who pays prior to the date so I figured.. ok we just met.. ok.. dutch I'll give him a shot, but I'm not impressed.

He was paying by card as well, when the waiter came.. the waiter asked if we were splitting it, and my date pointed out to the waiter exactly what I'd had and what he'd had and wanted it split like that. Whoah doggies. Seriously splitting it on a DATE to the penny? Wow. I knew right then we wouldn't last long.

Then he talked me into going for a drink. I thought a beer at that moment sounded pretty good so we went across the street to a bar. We each ordered a beer. When we went to pay, he didn't even buy my beer nor offer to. Even my guy friends (that I know for a fact do not find me attractive or want to sleep with me ever) aren't this stingy.

Done baby.. totally done. When I got home I had an email from him asking me out again. Two days later, another email asking me to go with him to a hockey game. Um no.. but thanks.

Thursday was bowling night. It was boring. Again the organizer put all the guys except him on another team, only this time I was on his team. Marc was there thankfully so I had someone to talk to. Oh sure there were girls there, and I talked to a few of them, but... well mostly I was disappointed because it wasn't like it was last time. There were way too many people on each team (6) crammed into two lanes and very little room to move about (claustrophobic). So not only was the bowling slow going but once you got up your seat was taken and there was very little room to move around. Only Mac, I, and a girl on Mac's team were even attempting to be competitive with the bowling the rest used the bowling as an excuse to sit and chat. I go cuz I like to bowl (well to meet people too but mostly bowl). I can just sit around and chat anywhere. So I'm not sure if I'll go back in two weeks.

Friday night was the Blanton Art Museum event I hosted for my group. After such a long week, I was tired and cranky. Tired and Cranky usually leads to quickly bored. I did my best impression of "I am happy to be here" and pulled it off rather convincingly I do say.

Saturday was Wurstfest, which I promised to co-host for the group months ago. Basically a celebration of Beer and Sausage. It was fun but I am now way way too tired. I may tell more once I regain some energy.

Ok.. now I'm all caught up. This next week hopefully will be easy and relaxed with nothing to do and no where to go. I totally feel like hermitting.

Bad Social = Antisocial

I still don't think I'm quite over last Friday's debacle, as I really am in an antisocial funk right now.

Saturday, I forced myself to go out. Seriously. So I went to this lovely beer festival, and drank some beer. Then I decided to torture my dog.

Actually, I went to the festival with the excuse that I would try it out with my dog. I grew up with dogs that did nothing but stay at home, hunt rodents, bark at neighbors, and wait for us to come home and feed them. So when I finally got a house, I got a dog and did the same thing.

Well now that I don't have a house for the dog to attend, I feel quite a bit guilty for the completely boring life the dog is now leading. She wants to be with me 24/7 anyway, so I thought I'd work on trying to socialize her.

I went to the festival late, and checked it out before I brought my dog. It was pretty calm, and not too many other dogs around.. so I thought I'd give it a try. She did great other than trying to crawl under the tables to get away and hide from everyone.

She also helped me get hit on by way too drunken strangers. Cute drunken strangers, but still drunken. So don't discount your dog as a way to meet men.

Since she was obviously traumatized by way too many people... She'd been looking for an exit since we'd arrived. We called it an early night.

So Sunday I stayed in and was so anti-social that I didn't even get on the internet or answer my phone. Monday I stayed in. Tuesday I stayed in. I of course got quite a bit of work done on cleaning the apt. Laundry done. To-Do lists made.

I would have also stayed in on Wednesday, but I had some "prizes" to claim and went to a "Timeshare" sales schtick.

New Social Rules:

1. When feeling antisocial, do not attend any kind of sales related thing.

2. When #1 fails, be honest and tell sales person to "F-OFF"

3. No prizes are worth the trauma of a bad sales pitch.

I am seriously traumatized. The "timeshare" was on a "resort" out in timbucktu Texas. So getting there was lots of driving and not pretty scenery, but views of rundown farms, forgotten shacks, and places that time (& its employees) had forgot. Everything around this "resort" was in dire need of a paint job if not an exterminator as well.

The "resort" was the equivalent of my apt complex if you added a lake, skiball, a dive mexican restaurant, and a cheesy giftshop. No spa treatments, masseuse or even a hair salon on site.

The lady spent nearly an hour asking me what she called "rhetorical" questions that she expected me to answer. I don't think we agreed on the definition of "rhetorical". The entire schpeil was an insult to my intelligence, and so much so that I interrupted her talking and told her to (and seriously I quote) "get to the damn point".

I cannot seem to put adequately into words just how mentally insulting her sales pitch was. I'm trying, but the words just do not express it adequately.

I spent 2 hours of my life that I'll never get back with an uncultured unintelligent woman who has never left Texas except to go to Mexico once or twice trying to sell me a vacation package. Her sales skills were aimed at people who .. like her.. have never seen anywhere but Texas and don't want to see anywhere but Texas, Branson, and outback Georgia. (I'm much more of a downtown NYC or Chicago, Tahoe, San Fransico, London, Paris, Venice, Prague.. kind of person.)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh the migraine I had when I left there. I did however get a couple "free" trips out of it, but it was so not worth it.

Evie (thank god) went with me. She tells me that not all timeshare presentations are this excruciatingly painful. She said that that "resort" was where timeshare salespeople went to die. But I tell you this now.. I will not be going to another timeshare place in Texas for a very very fucking very very long freaking time.

I drowned my aching head with a beer when I got home, and I really really don't want to leave my house ever again.

Unfortunately I will. Tonight is another "Flirting" group meeting. So off to the showers I go to make myself pretty.