I have a few questions.
1: How did eHarmony get my email address? I mean really eHarmony it hasn't been that long I am not ready to find a new soul mate yet. Boundaries eHarmony, boundaries. You're moving way too fast for me, if any dating site should have my email address right now it should be called something like "anonymous cuddling" or "we don't have to talk or even know each others names but I will take you to dinner and a movie just so I don't have to go to a movie by myself." Or something along those lines.
2: Why does eHarmony think my name is Shayla? My email address is my name so how do they get that wrong?
And 3: Why would any man who is trying to pursue a young lady start an email by saying 'I'm probably not as straight as you would like me to be. . ." and still think that that young lady would be interested in pursuing him?
I never check my email. And I do believe that I have new reasons never to check it again. I wish I was making this stuff up.
Monday, September 5, 2011
As most of you have heard by now, I am once again a single woman. This event has come with some other strange events. I'm not sure if what I am experiencing is a post relationship crisis or a midtwenties crisis, either way, I am in crisis. I know this because I spent an entire day Saturday shopping and nearly every article of clothing I tried on was either leather of had an awful animal print on it. I was even close to purchasing this very bad ass leather jacket that looked really bad ass on me. So why not purchase it you ask? Because I realized that it only looked really bad ass on me when I was topless underneath and the jacket was only zipped up half way. It made me feel like cat woman or like I was in the movie Underworld. Obviously I could never leave my room like that and so I chose to instead to be bamboozled by a woman curling my hair and instead spent my money on a straightener that I neither need or want. Those damn kiosk sales persons! If you need a straightener that can also curl your hair, I have one I am more than willing to sell although I know I would never get the ridiculous price that I paid for it.