I’m so glad that I haven’t told anyone who knows me that I have a blog. Because I can be brutally honest and not have to worry about people who know me reading it. Then I’d get stuck with having to deal with the hurt feeling fall out. I’m not sure that makes total sense but I think you get the drift. Well this post is all about me. To be direct something I don’t like/can’t stand about me. I’m sure we all have some version of this, but this is something no one wants to admit. So here’s my confession. But of course a story comes first.
This coming Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday for those of you non-football fans. I have been invited to a party that I will be attending (already RSVP’d). However I just found out that there will probably be some matching making going on. At the last party I attended I guess I made a favorable impression on “Chris”. Problem, he didn’t make any impression on me. I don’t even know who he is. Although his description scares the hell out of me. Want to hear it, sure you do. He’s 35 has very short hair, translation = that’s BALD people (or at best a horse shoe hair cut.)! That's not all, here comes the worst thing you can ever be told about a guy, “he has a great personality”. God just take me in my sleep please. I hate that I’m this superficial. It’s got to be the worst thing about me. Here’s a strange fact about me I don’t find truly bald men attractive. Especially if they have the horseshoe thing going on. However if they shave their head that’s acceptable. Probably because I know the hair can grow back. Not only am I superficial but also I know I have flaws like of late, my weight. Yet I expect men to see past that, at least the good-looking ones and date me anyway. See I can/will lose weight, but when you’re bald you can’t grow hair. I know my logic is twisted, welcome to the thought process in my head. Problem there was only one good-looking guy at the last party and he was MARRIED and I don’t go there. Hopefully my behavior won’t be legendary in a bad way. Because I can be a bitch when I’m annoyed. I hold several gold metals in the bitch Olympics. Believe me they’re world record caliber and to this day no one has surpassed them. Another problem is Yen (hostess) will be keeping this “a small intimate gathering”. That way she can metal in my sex life easier. Why do some women get such pleasure out of fixing up their friends? BTW Yen’s hubby is a 49-year-old hottie. (Meaning she wouldn’t date “Chris”.) Her hubby could easily pass for 35. Back to “Chris”, I hope to hell he doesn’t ask me out. Stay tuned the new comedy of the season starts this Sunday @ 2:00PM.
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