Wednesday, September 3, 2008

One Step at a Time

All in one day, I deleted Homeboy's number and turned down a potential date from the Runner ("let's hang out around 8 tomorrow").

In the past I would have asked, What's wrong with me? Now I'm finally starting to think that there's something right with me.


Not to mention, I'm armed with The Beauty Myth, Smith Jared, and Will from Day 26. No boy I've met so far has a fighting chance.

PS-I kind of hate Charlotte York.

PPS-I seem to be missing half a carton of Double Chocolate Chunk ice cream and I think it might be resting comfortably in my tummy. Oy. Delicious, but oy.

4 comments:

Vittoria said...

1. i also hate charlotte york. a lot.

2. did you SEE how mccain luuuuuuuuuuurved on you guys today??

Lucky said...

I'm glad someone else loathes Charlotte's annoying wide-eyed innocence...

McCain. Yick.

molly said...

I love/hate deleting potential drunk dials from my phone. Slightly empowering, slightly sad. I always wish they call that next night so I can pretend I have the upper hand (I TRIED to delete his number but he kept calling ME.) That, or I wish they knew their number was deleted - somehow made aware of the potentially hurtful slight.

Because I am petty, a few times when I have done this and the guy has texted a few weeks (ok, months) later, I will always send back a "who is this?" because that makes me feel superior. I suck.

Lucky said...

"I wish they knew their number was deleted - somehow made aware of the potentially hurtful slight."

This is so true. Molly, you do not suck. Au contraire, you are my hero.