Ah, what a Friday night.
First, I am reminded why I took myself off of Match.com at the beginning of the year, right around the time I met Coach. I’m not saying I’d never-ever-ever do it again, because God knows it’s hard enough to meet people and I’ve met some interesting and normal people that way, too. But if you read my last post about social networking (and the comments section — oh, don’t forget to check out the comment I posted with the email I received tonight) you’ll see why I’m not real hip on the idea.
Second, I took a long walk this evening to enjoy (?) the extreme humidity and 90 degree weather. I was listening to some tunes, sweating profusely and going about my business at a decent pace when who do I see but…
The half-naked runner I met last fall!
What? You don’t remember him? Well, let me remind you that he is the one who invited himself over after asking if my reproductive organs were still functioning and then bragged about his money and himself. (Yawn.) He also insulted my car and, thankfully, never called again.
I don’t know if he even recognized me as he jogged past (half-naked — him not me). I was tempted to yell something like,
“You’ll NEVER have my aging eggs — NEVER!“
but there was a family nearby and I didn’t want to scare the small children.
Yep, the Friday night of a dateless woman. It’s great. Really.