You know what just happened?

You may or may not know this, but there is, as I write this, a picture of a penis below this post. I am going to remove it as soon as I finish this one. I only put it up there because it was so late at night and I thought it was funny in response to a comment. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Anyway, trust me, I have access to a picture of a penis...that is important to understand. I am not doing another penis paragraph, this is just one of those strange times when you find yourself using the word penis. I cringe at the thought of telling you a penis story, but I thought it was pretty funny so I wanted to tell it to you anyway.

So, I'm chatting online with that guy I told you about earlier and we are MSN'ing, or whatever you call it. He can see a little picture of me in the corner and I can see a little picture of him. Well, he seemed to be answering a little slowly so I said, "Why don't we do this when you're not busy?" He assured me, more than once that, "No, you have my full attention." He didn't want to end it for the evening, even though it was getting pretty late. I wasn't tired so I said OK.

So he starts taking a REALLY long time to answer me. I didn't think that I had his full attention at all. As you may have noticed, if you leave me to my own devices, I get a little...what's the word...capricious. So, I decided to replace the little picture of my face with the picture of the penis. Man or woman, that's bound to evoke a response...if you are..."paying attention."

But I waited a full four minutes. At about the middle of the fourth minute, I received an, "Oh...what's that for?" Well, that was for checking response time. Either he had a very slow response time or he wasn't paying attention. Either way, I'm going to bed.

There was a time, not very long ago, that I would have bought the, "I went to get a cup of coffee" line. But I didn't this time. I find that interesting. When I called Vex at work and the line was busy five times more than usual, he was all of a sudden a phone answerer instead of an electronic technician. He would be on the phone for hours at a time..."with customers". I bought it...hook line and sinker. What an idiot.

Oh well, I guess I needed to believe that in my continuing effort to justify staying in a marriage that had become violent on a regular basis. But he would apologize profusely, and the bright woman who is writing this blog fell for all of it. Amazing.

Anyway, I've got to go now. I have another penis to get rid of.

See ya.

Meg