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Douche-nozzle is a word, right?

Published February 28, 2013 by ia84

Oh my, it’s been a bit of a time since I last updated.  The main reason is that I’ve had very minimal internet access, and I was super sick.  Combined, these things equaled no blogging.  I think I’m back to regular updates now.

Apart from being ill, interesting things have happened since I last wrote.  I went on a date!  It’s true.  I’m not making this up.  Granted, it was mostly a blind date, but the main point is that I got asked out, and I actually went.

The date happened this past Sunday, and I had a great time.  We met at the Durham Museum, and then went out for Mexican.  Despite the fact that I was prepared for it to be super awkward (it’s a first date, could I expect different?), I felt like I had known this guy for a while.  I even realized that I could easily like him as more than a friend.  He seemed to have fun, and not to be totally uneasy in my presence, so I figured that all was well.

I can’t explain it, but come Monday morning, I started getting this real uneasy feeling.  My spider-sense was tingling.  Based on nothing, my brain came up with this thought, “He’s never going to want to see you again or have anything to do with you.”  I tried to push this thought aside, but it kept bugging me.  I got really down during work, but I just blamed it on my meds.  What I take for my diabetes, makes emotions a little more severe.  Happiness can turn into being ecstatic, and feeling a little down can turn into a black pit of despair.

Yesterday, Tuesday, morning, I awoke to an email from this guy.  It was my first contact with him since Sunday evening when I texted him to thank him for taking me out.  I won’t share the e-mail, but let me share the real “highlight” of it.  He didn’t feel that “special spark” with me that he always promised himself he would feel with the person he is supposed to be with.

Really?

Really?

Special spark?

Hello!  That’s tons of pressure to put on a first date.  Especially one that was essentially blind.  We’d only communicated a few weeks before that.  So, all in all that was not even 10 emails, a few text messages, and a 2.5 hour date.  What did he expect?  That within minutes of meeting each other, we’d fall madly in love/bed with each other?  This guy didn’t want to go on a date in real life.  He wanted to go on a date in a movie!  Also, it really irks me that he made this decision based on a date that took place the day after he went to Beerfest and got fairly inebriated.  Yeah, in my experience, being hungover, even a little does not bode well for making solid choices.

Another thing, if you’re basing your choice for a life companion based on whether there’s a spark, that’s a really bad decision.  When I was growing up we lived in a house with a fireplace.  The thing I remember about sparks is that there are tons of them, they burn bright for a brief moment, and then are gone.  Who wants that?  Just because there’s an instant click, doesn’t mean that you should walk down the aisle together.  Even the best romances from fiction and tv are the ones based in friendship.  Elizabeth and Darcy hated each other to begin with, and yet they’re considered one of the most amazing love stories in literature.

All in all, the more I think about it, the more I realize what I disaster I got saved from.  He spent tons of time talking about himself and his friends and his cats.  It was all I could do to get a word in edgewise, and he certainly wasn’t interested in anything I had to say.

I guess the true positive is that I took a risk, something I’m not good at, and I gained some life experience.

Also, being the super-mature human being that I am, I may have spent a good portion of yesterday and today referring to this guy as a douche-nozzle.  Not a very polite moniker, but much kinder than anything else I felt like referring to him as.

Why thank you, I would like some cheese with my whine.

Published February 3, 2013 by ia84

I admit it.  I don’t handle pain, sickness, or anything else that’s vaguely unpleasant well at all.  I am a pain wimp.  I woke up about 4 am today with terrible pain radiating through my body.  It did ease off eventually, and  I was able to get more sleep.  About mid-day, the awful pain returned, and it hasn’t left.  It’s like the worst case of cramps I’ve ever had, except it’s hurting all over.  If you’ve never had cramps, count yourself fortunate.  The severe ones are not unlike having a tooth pulled without sedation.  I wish I was exaggerating.

Anyway, the whole family is having bouts with the flu, and so my aches are just adding to the general fun of the house.  However, since I was home today, I got to see the next episode of Downton Abbey.  I missed last week’s episode, and since it was the only spoiler about the season I knew, I didn’t feel terrible about missing it.  So, anyway, here are my predictions as to what the remainder of the season has in store.  These are just predictions, so the only spoilers are regarding things that have already been shown.  I’ve done a decent job of insulating myself against finding out what’s going to happen, which hasn’t been simple in light of the fact that most of the rest of the world has already seen the whole season.

1.  I’m pretty sure Daisy is going to move to the farm.  I think realizing that Sour-Puss has no interest in her was just the thing to push her in the farm direction.  Overall, this would make me quite happy, because he does not deserve her, and she does deserve some happiness.

2.  Speaking of Daisy, I’ll be surprised if Jimmy (or rather, James) doesn’t come calling.  I think he’s sweet on her, and beneath his pretty boy shell, so far he seems to be a pretty decent guy.  I certainly hope I’m not mistaken.

3.  I believe that O’Brien is going to out Thomas.  Much as I can’t stand her, this would be a positive use of her evilness.  Maybe it’ll take her out of the picture too.

4.  I’m expecting for Tom, in his grief, to decide that he absolutely can’t abide living without returning to Ireland.  This will lead to Mary and Matthew taking baby Sybil.  The only other scenario I see taking place is that Matthew will convince Tom to stay and help with the farms.  Either way, I expect Mary to step in to a mother type role in Sybil’s life.

5.  I am expecting an epic blow-out between Matthew and Lord Grantham.  Not sure how it’s going to play out, but there’s so much tension, something is going to cause an explosion.  I truly thought it was coming tonight, but I guess the girls got the fun of being the target of Lord Grantham’s ever-shortening fuse.

6.  I really don’t think Bates is in the clear quite yet.

Now, I know it’s just wishful thinking, but I would really, really like to see Carson and Mrs. Hughes get together.  I have a feeling that they are going to turn out just like Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson did in Remains of the Day, but since that movie scarred me for life, I’d really like to see this love story get a happy ending.

One final thought, not related to my obsession with British soap operas:  If you are ill, and (like me) can’t miss work, make a point of covering your coughs.  Put your mouth in your elbow.  Don’t just aim towards the elbow, or raise the elbow, actually physically cover your mouth with your elbow.  This business of people either barely making an effort, or making no effort at all is extremely frustrating. Cover up your mouth!  This isn’t rocket science, people!