Single in Stilettos

Update: Guys still suck*

I'm not usually one to complain. Okay, scratch that.

I'm not one to complain about a lot of thing; however, lately I've been filled with frustration. It may be the PMS talking (most likely), but my frustration levels are at an all time high.

I started my new job this week. I guess its going well. I really have no idea what I'm doing, but who cares as long as I'm getting paid well to do it, right? I do miss having free time at work. My supervisor never seems to need a break... I mean, we never even had lunch on Tuesday OR Friday.

I have other frustrations as well.

On Friday I was talking to my trainer and he asked about my personal life... a.k.a. My dating life. It's not easy to tell people that you aren't dating. He automatically just assumed that it was because I was "focusing on my career right now," as I've heard some girls say. Not so for me. I just had to explain to him that I don't date because NO ONE ASKS!!

My trainer then did his normal speech..."You're so beautiful, so charming, upbeat, full of life," blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda. He then says, "When we finish getting you in tip top shape, you won't have room in your calendar for all the dates you'll be asked on."

He obviously doesn't know me that well.

I had to assure him that it wouldn't matter if I weight 100 pounds or 300 pounds, I still wouldn't be able to get a date because something must me wrong with me. And on top of that, there's something wrong with the guys around here. I have plently of gorgeous friends that are perfectly thin and have great personalities that never get asked out.

Hard to believe, but true.

My trainer seemed shocked by all this (as shocked as a 48-year old crooked-toothed, toupe wearing trainer can be). So, I began to think maybe I was blowing it all out of proportion.

Then today happened.

This afternoon there was big Fall Festival for all the singles in the area. It was supposed to be quite a crowd. Since I'm on the activities committee, I was asked to volunteer at the Donut-On-A-String booth. (By asked I mean they asked me to volunteer at "some" booth and I picked the booth which I thought would attact the most members of the opposite sex).

It began well. I talked to guys, I was loud but charming. I met some nice guys, some attractive guys, guys which I thought might show some promise.

But I was wrong.

These guys were nice, they spoke to me, and then nothing.

Nothing.

I got all dollied up for nothing. Not a number, date, nothing.

Unless you count the weird Hispanic guy...(he SO doesn't count)! But just to cover my bases, if you meet a young short Hispanic guy wearing a yellow fleece and he asks about me... I'm out of town for the next 6 weeks. *wink wink*

However, if any other guy asks about me... oh, at this point I'll take just about any Andy or Jason that shows an interest... send him my way.

*I reserved the right to retract this comment if any semi-decent guy comes along and attempts to prove otherwise. However, until then, this comment stands.

P.S. I saw Marie Antoinette tonight. Was a decent movie up until the end. What good is a movie about her if there's no decent sex scene? Or at least a little violence? Way too much was left up to the imagination. Hollywood took away our imaginations long ago, they can't just expect us to start using them again at this point! Oh, and the ending was disappointing. I actually had to come home and wikipedia Marie to answer all my questions.

On the positive side, its the first time I've been inspired to investigate history in over a year. I'll share what I discovered. Yeah, the French... not so nice to Marie Antoinette and her family. It truly sucked to be her, hardcore.

posted by Me @ 1:51 AM