The stuff that comes out of my mouth…

January 20, 2012 — cheap date, dating, earthquakes, male species, word vomit

Seriously, I have a problem with word vomit (see also: this blog).

I’ve decided that if I’m going to talk about interactions with the male species, that I should not be completely open about situations, names, etc… it could make people angry, hurt, or think that I have serious issues. I do have issues, let’s just get this out there.

Tonight, I was talking on the phone with my friend, E. A good conversation, overall. He’s really funny, and seems to think that my complete moronity is relatively charming.

During the conversation, I told him that he should take a girl on a date to the Hillcrest farmers market. Why, you ask? “Because they have tons of free fruit there. You could totally fill up on free samples of fresh produce. CHEAP DATE!”

I then continued to tell him an awful rendition of the story with Evi biting a human last summer, and that I couldn’t wait to feel my first REAL earthquake. I mean seriously, WTF kind of messed up human being am I? (In fairness, I only wanted tremors that didn’t break any of my personal belongings, and perhaps some aftershocks that would cause some high waves for a few days so we could get a “weather advisory statement” on my weather app.)

… and people wonder why I am single… (seriously though, men do seem to like this complete and utter weirdoness, and I DO know how to be semi-normal… sometimes). Sigh.