OK, we are back to big blank spaces, this has got to be a problem with the server. Oh well.

Meg...

...I'm not even going into the grammatical errors of the comment above mine.The only thing I have to say is that most of the readers of this blog (to my knowledge) are not 17 year old boys, as the poster appears to be.

Yeah, that’s why I was going to leave it up there until I saw that it was insulting the nice man who sent me a link to his blog. He has written a blog about his divorce and I am looking forward to reading a man’s point of view. I am going to post it before I look at (although I did check it to make sure it was a real blog and not some picture of a butt) it just so that the sweet guy who sent it doesn’t feel badly although I would hope that he doesn’t. I don’t give that kind of power to idiots (defined here earlier). So, here is his link:

http://www.plan861136.blogspot.com/

And to the man who sent it to me, I will read it later on today and email you back. I have two little kids here today and I won’t be able to soak it in right now.

This page has some recipes for sucker fish. What you need to do is get one of those repair guys who keep coming over to get it out of the aquarium for you. Just tell him it's like picking your lobster at a restaurant...

Bad, bad Arasmus! Once you give a name to an animal and speak to it, you can’t eat it! My grandmother had a bunch of lobsters in her kitchen sink once and I played with them all afternoon. I named the nice one Louie. He was so sweet. He liked me to rub his big claw and stroke his back. Well, Grandma took Louie and all of his friends and put them in a big pot of boiling water! Imagine the horror of a little girl and her friend, reaching out to one another as the friend was being lowered to his death, looking down into the pot filled with all of his buddies...it was awful!!!! I don’t eat lobster to this day. I like fish, don’t make me eat my sweet little Alan!

Oh well. I wanted to update you on the dude I was in like with, I changed my mind. He is too wishy washy and I like men who know what they want. I shouldn’t have to worry about what’s going on in his mind, I just got done doing that for decades.

I am going to figure out exactly what kind of guy I enjoy and go get one of those...I’m not just going to go grab whatever is on sale. That can get you in all kinds of trouble. I would rather sit here alone for the rest of my life than waste a moment of it with someone who has a problem with every move I make.

Every other day this one had me wondering whether or not he enjoyed my company. When I screwed up once, he made me wait for a week before he decided whether or not he could “get over” what I had done. I don’t even remember what it was now. But, he got over it and came over and we had a nice time again. And then, apparently I screwed up again. So, I had to wait again to see if he could forgive me. Now, I am a decent person, I am not dreadful to look at and I am capable of having a nice time. I didn’t want to marry this guy, I just wanted to spend time with him. But every week, I was sitting there awaiting one of his decisions. Well, I can’t do that. As the sidekick in Ferris Buellers Day Off said, “I am not going to sit back and wait while events transpire to decide the course of my life.” Well, it was something like that anyway. If this guy ever once said, “You know, I really like you, I just have some issues I’d like to discuss”, I would have enjoyed sitting down and discussing them with him. But instead, I get emails saying things like this:

I also have a hard time distinguishing your true emotions, after all you are an actor.

So, the answer to that is to stand me up for dinner? Yeah, I’ll wait around for the next time. So to you Les, I expected more. And who ever said I was an actor? LOL, if I am, I must not be very good at it, I never get out of the scenery in the movies I work on.

If I had a problem with something he had done, I would have asked him if we could have a discussion about it. (unless the thing he had done appeared to be a dishonest act). I wouldn’t have just sent an email vomiting all of the complaints I had, without giving him a chance to explain himself. It would have worked as a Dear Jane letter, but it does nothing as a “sorry I stood you up for dinner but there are some things about us that are bothering me” letter. So, instead, it’s “have a nice life” time. I think I was being pretty nice to wait out the first “thinking” incident.

One more thing, wouldn’t that line have offended you? I believe it implied that I was a liar and that won’t do.

Anyway, I am going out again tonight, but it will be with the lady friend of mine that I mentioned before, remember when I said that I had a new friend? Well, if I can ever finish a conversation with her without my phone disconnecting, I should be going over to her house to help HER with her computer!!! Isn’t that wild? Someone wants my help with something! I am almost finished with my break from the guys, especially now that the one I liked has been cut out of the picture. So...after tonight, I should be back to my man study and don’t worry, I will not be letting anyone else slow me down for a very long time. That was stupid of me anyway. My only explanation is that I has met so many and I was well on my way to thinking that they were so kind that I let one of them in. I won’t let it happen again, I must remember my mission!

Meg