Hey you!
I love reading your blog. I am the one that sent you the naked mole rat pic that you posted...Anyway I had to shout from the roof tops.......MY DIVORCE IS FINAL!!! yee haw!
Jennifer from Texas
Well, howdy there Jennifer! I am so glad you are still out there, I loved that picture. It is still on the blog if anyone who hasn’t seen it would like to look at it. It was wild and sent to me at the absolute perfect time. Serendipity once again. I am soooo happy for you! I can only imagine how good that freedom must feel. I would love to feel it again myself, well, more than I do now anyway.
OK... so you dated one guy that threatened you enough to have to hit him, a lawyer, and Vex? Were there no good guys available in that town? LOL
Amazing, isn’t it. Well, I didn’t meet all of them, but I do remember a few nice guys. But all in all, I found the men in that town to be very aggressive sexually. They were as persistent as drunks at closing time. And there was an inordinate amount of drunks in that town. They, like so many other truly nasty people, would not hesitate to hit on me, especially if I had chatted with them for a moment or two. I am very outgoing and friendly and a lot of men think I am flirting with them when I am just being myself. Well, a drunk who thinks you are flirting with him cannot be stopped, unfortunately, no matter how drunk they are. They would stand there hitting on me as they swayed to and fro making me wonder why they didn’t just fall over. It’s astonishing how much abuse they will take and then continue to be persistent in their efforts. Even after I had insulted them and their mothers, they would continue to espouse their love and adoration for me.
The most inexorable of all of the creepy people, one remarkably annoying creep kept interrupting my friend Melissa and myself as we were trying to enjoy a nice conversation one evening after work. Melissa is one wild and crazy chick and she could drink most men under the table. (At the time, I could hold my own with her.) She would humiliate me and most everyone else within earshot on numerous occasions by her loud and raucous behavior. But this night it was I who mortified Melissa. And I really didn’t do anything all that bad, certainly not when you compare it to some of her antics. Anyway, the creepy dude was standing behind us as we were sitting at the bar. He was constantly moving forward in between the two of us, trying to be part of our conversation or interjecting some stupid story of his own. We made it quite clear that we were not at all interested and we most certainly started out politely. But as he continued to exasperate us with all of his interruptions and rude comments, we began to get a little rude ourselves. At one point, I straight up told him that we were enjoying a private conversation and we would appreciate it if he would just go away and find someone else to chat with. Well, he didn’t stop. He kept on pushing himself in between us, putting his hand on one of our shoulders each time he did so. Oh, I should mention that for whatever reason, this guy looked as though he had been mugged on his way into the bar. But this was a relatively nice neighborhood watering hole, catering mainly to college students and yuppies at the time. But this fiend felt free to just infuriate the heck out of me and my friend. He had some sort of wound on his mouth and I finally said, “You know that thing on your lip looks mighty contagious...get away from us or I will have you bounced for spreading herpes all over this bar.”
Now, I didn’t think it was unwarranted at that point but Melissa freaked out. Oh well. Keep in mind that the establishment was full of men who DIDN’T exasperate us so I still can’t say that they were all bad, but I certainly can find the Scaramouch in the crowd.
Then there was this one guy who had been bugging me for a while to go out with him but he was not at all the type of guy that I would have anything to do with. It was a comparatively small town and it wasn’t tough for him to find out where my mother lived. He never found out where I lived, but he did show up at my mother’s house one day as I was playing cards with my sisters and their dates. He just sort of walked in the kitchen door, we just had a screen door shut and we were all sitting right there by the door. He sat at the table and asked to be dealt in.
Nobody wanted this fool there but we didn’t want to be too rude. So, we started playing cards. We were all telling stories about wild things we did when we were kids. All of a sudden, this nut said, laughing the entire time, “When I was a kid we used to bury cats up to their heads in sand and mow their heads off!” Then, LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
Everyone in the room dropped their jaws and stared at him. I excused myself to run to the store and didn’t come back for an hour. My sisters were a bit annoyed with me but their dates handled the little cat murderer. I was just a bit freaked out and didn’t know what to do. My younger sister had sort of implied, at one point, that it was OK for him to be there and it wasn’t my house so I was stumped. Yeah, I know I shouldn’t have left him there, but I was much younger at the time.
That’s the kind of situation I find myself in when I have been friendly to the wrong person. I’ve got to learn to be a better bitch!
Good for you! You go, girl!
Yes ma’am, I certainly shall. I’ve embarked upon a course and it’s full speed ahead...as long as I am having fun. I can’t imagine this not being fun, especially now that I am no longer living in Hicktown USA...guess who I got there?
Here is another blogger that has posted a link to mine so I am, once again, reurning the favor:
http://forkintheroad.typepad.
com/fork_in_the_road/2005/03/break_up_blogs.html
Did I mention this was the first time in, oh, almost 30 years, that another guy's hands touched my breasts?
OK, OK, so this lady has pretty much the same issues as I do. Oh well, there must be quite a few of us out there. Oh, I received an email that my security program identified as having a virus. Besides just deleting it, is there anything else that I should do? Also, if there is anyone who really collects virus’ like the guy in The Net...let me know and I will forward this one to you!
See ya later!
Meg
I love reading your blog. I am the one that sent you the naked mole rat pic that you posted...Anyway I had to shout from the roof tops.......MY DIVORCE IS FINAL!!! yee haw!
Jennifer from Texas
Well, howdy there Jennifer! I am so glad you are still out there, I loved that picture. It is still on the blog if anyone who hasn’t seen it would like to look at it. It was wild and sent to me at the absolute perfect time. Serendipity once again. I am soooo happy for you! I can only imagine how good that freedom must feel. I would love to feel it again myself, well, more than I do now anyway.
OK... so you dated one guy that threatened you enough to have to hit him, a lawyer, and Vex? Were there no good guys available in that town? LOL
Amazing, isn’t it. Well, I didn’t meet all of them, but I do remember a few nice guys. But all in all, I found the men in that town to be very aggressive sexually. They were as persistent as drunks at closing time. And there was an inordinate amount of drunks in that town. They, like so many other truly nasty people, would not hesitate to hit on me, especially if I had chatted with them for a moment or two. I am very outgoing and friendly and a lot of men think I am flirting with them when I am just being myself. Well, a drunk who thinks you are flirting with him cannot be stopped, unfortunately, no matter how drunk they are. They would stand there hitting on me as they swayed to and fro making me wonder why they didn’t just fall over. It’s astonishing how much abuse they will take and then continue to be persistent in their efforts. Even after I had insulted them and their mothers, they would continue to espouse their love and adoration for me.
The most inexorable of all of the creepy people, one remarkably annoying creep kept interrupting my friend Melissa and myself as we were trying to enjoy a nice conversation one evening after work. Melissa is one wild and crazy chick and she could drink most men under the table. (At the time, I could hold my own with her.) She would humiliate me and most everyone else within earshot on numerous occasions by her loud and raucous behavior. But this night it was I who mortified Melissa. And I really didn’t do anything all that bad, certainly not when you compare it to some of her antics. Anyway, the creepy dude was standing behind us as we were sitting at the bar. He was constantly moving forward in between the two of us, trying to be part of our conversation or interjecting some stupid story of his own. We made it quite clear that we were not at all interested and we most certainly started out politely. But as he continued to exasperate us with all of his interruptions and rude comments, we began to get a little rude ourselves. At one point, I straight up told him that we were enjoying a private conversation and we would appreciate it if he would just go away and find someone else to chat with. Well, he didn’t stop. He kept on pushing himself in between us, putting his hand on one of our shoulders each time he did so. Oh, I should mention that for whatever reason, this guy looked as though he had been mugged on his way into the bar. But this was a relatively nice neighborhood watering hole, catering mainly to college students and yuppies at the time. But this fiend felt free to just infuriate the heck out of me and my friend. He had some sort of wound on his mouth and I finally said, “You know that thing on your lip looks mighty contagious...get away from us or I will have you bounced for spreading herpes all over this bar.”
Now, I didn’t think it was unwarranted at that point but Melissa freaked out. Oh well. Keep in mind that the establishment was full of men who DIDN’T exasperate us so I still can’t say that they were all bad, but I certainly can find the Scaramouch in the crowd.
Then there was this one guy who had been bugging me for a while to go out with him but he was not at all the type of guy that I would have anything to do with. It was a comparatively small town and it wasn’t tough for him to find out where my mother lived. He never found out where I lived, but he did show up at my mother’s house one day as I was playing cards with my sisters and their dates. He just sort of walked in the kitchen door, we just had a screen door shut and we were all sitting right there by the door. He sat at the table and asked to be dealt in.
Nobody wanted this fool there but we didn’t want to be too rude. So, we started playing cards. We were all telling stories about wild things we did when we were kids. All of a sudden, this nut said, laughing the entire time, “When I was a kid we used to bury cats up to their heads in sand and mow their heads off!” Then, LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
Everyone in the room dropped their jaws and stared at him. I excused myself to run to the store and didn’t come back for an hour. My sisters were a bit annoyed with me but their dates handled the little cat murderer. I was just a bit freaked out and didn’t know what to do. My younger sister had sort of implied, at one point, that it was OK for him to be there and it wasn’t my house so I was stumped. Yeah, I know I shouldn’t have left him there, but I was much younger at the time.
That’s the kind of situation I find myself in when I have been friendly to the wrong person. I’ve got to learn to be a better bitch!
Good for you! You go, girl!
Yes ma’am, I certainly shall. I’ve embarked upon a course and it’s full speed ahead...as long as I am having fun. I can’t imagine this not being fun, especially now that I am no longer living in Hicktown USA...guess who I got there?
Here is another blogger that has posted a link to mine so I am, once again, reurning the favor:
http://forkintheroad.typepad.
com/fork_in_the_road/2005/03/break_up_blogs.html
Did I mention this was the first time in, oh, almost 30 years, that another guy's hands touched my breasts?
OK, OK, so this lady has pretty much the same issues as I do. Oh well, there must be quite a few of us out there. Oh, I received an email that my security program identified as having a virus. Besides just deleting it, is there anything else that I should do? Also, if there is anyone who really collects virus’ like the guy in The Net...let me know and I will forward this one to you!
See ya later!
Meg
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