Something ELSE to think about!

I was having a conversation with a friend yesterday about relationships (surprise, surprise). He told me that most, if not all, of his sexual relationships have turned into relationships. Thinking back, I realize that I’ve had more flings than real relationships.

What does this say about me? Would this datapoint imply that I’m fine to sleep with, but not to date (which wouldn’t be surprising — there are easier women to date)? Or am I consciously choosing men who aren’t relationship material? Is this something that I should try to change going forward?

I’ll have to ruminate on this. Just thought I’d share.

Car-less? NOT

Well . . . that whole car-less thing that I was ranting about in my previous post is completely out the window. I was driving my father insane, so he demanded that I bring my car – alias the Death Trap – over to his house so that he could facilitate getting it fixed. Within 24 hours, the car was up and running – and for $400 less than the originally quoted price.

Good thing, too. I wasn’t taking to the CTA so well outside of rush hour. I was meeting a friend for a pedi last Sunday. We’d planned it for a few weeks, and I was looking forward to it. She volunteered to pick me up, which would have been ridiculous, since we live nowhere near each other, and she lives near the salon, which is up in Lakeview. I flat-out refuse to make people drive out of their way to accommodate my circumstances.

To make a long, irritating story much shorter, due to my lack of interest in football, I had no idea that the Bears were playing at home. I also failed to realize that the Red Line had been re-routed.

All this to say that I missed my appointment, although I did have a fabulous dinner with her afterward.

Granted, my car is a piece of shit . . . but I really did miss it.

Interesting . . .

I was thinking of this as I was driving home, kind of late.

What’s interesting about being in a relationship as opposed to being single is that when you’re in a relationship, there’s someone that actually cares when you leave a party, and if you arrive home safely. If you’re single, you could be abducted, and nobody would notice.

Just a thought.

The onset of obesity Egg McMuffins are a very, VE…

The onset of obesity

Egg McMuffins are a very, VERY occasional guilty pleasure. They’re one of the most benign items on the McDonald’s menu — particularly after removing the canadian bacon to make the sandwich compliant with the standard Gina B. diet — no red meat (and yes, pork is red meat. I don’t care what those commercials say about it being the other white meat. If it walks on four legs, it’s red meat, dammit!). But I digress . . .

This morning, I ordered an Egg McMuffin for breakfast, and the cashier immediately began trying to talk me into the special, which is two for $4, or something. I declined quickly. Although, given my hunger, the prospect didn’t sound altogether unappetizing, I knew I had no business eating two egg mcmuffins. She was unrelenting, and, even in her broken English, tried to explain that it was more economical for me to get two. Why spend $2.50 on one when I could get two for just $1.50 more.

At that point, I understood how obesity begins.