Let me tell you why I hate bridal showers...
So listen. I went to a bridal shower this afternoon for this girl who babysat me LONG ago (i.e.. when I was still a small child.) I was obligated to go, and so I did.
First. I swear to (insert random deity), 90% of women over forty who spend any significant amount of time at said shower are called 'Kathy'. Not 'Kat' or 'Katie' or even 'Katherine'. Certainly not, NO! Kathy. And the absolute confusion when it's switched up a bit : 'Oh so YOU'RE Cathy with a C! OKAY. I see.' Enough said on that.
The small talk. I intensely dislike small talk. Don't get me wrong; I'm a social person. I enjoy interacting with people that I find interesting and/or relate to for one reason or another. However, I figure that small talk is just this last resort list of questions you ask until you end up on a topic you're both ACTUALLY interested in. Because REALLY. I don't CARE about what your husband does. Nor does he care about what I do. So we're even!
Also.. the fake laughter. Women do something when they are merely humoring each other with laughter. The do this almost.. sigh type dealy at the end of the laughing. It goes much like this : AHAHAH..ahahah .. ha.. ahhhhhhhhhh. You know it. You know it well. Even BETTER if you observe them doing it in unison. Hilarity.
On the upside, however.. spent some time with Ange tonight.. who is NEAT. PS.. she has the fattest kitty EVER, and that's great. This cat is seriously between twenty five to thirty pounds.
ANYWAY. Hooray for random rants! Meanwhile, I need to get some sleep before my baby gets home from work to wake me. Well.. not that he specifically leaves work to wake me, but this naturally follows. Anyway. You get the idea.
Goodnight, moon.
So listen. I went to a bridal shower this afternoon for this girl who babysat me LONG ago (i.e.. when I was still a small child.) I was obligated to go, and so I did.
First. I swear to (insert random deity), 90% of women over forty who spend any significant amount of time at said shower are called 'Kathy'. Not 'Kat' or 'Katie' or even 'Katherine'. Certainly not, NO! Kathy. And the absolute confusion when it's switched up a bit : 'Oh so YOU'RE Cathy with a C! OKAY. I see.' Enough said on that.
The small talk. I intensely dislike small talk. Don't get me wrong; I'm a social person. I enjoy interacting with people that I find interesting and/or relate to for one reason or another. However, I figure that small talk is just this last resort list of questions you ask until you end up on a topic you're both ACTUALLY interested in. Because REALLY. I don't CARE about what your husband does. Nor does he care about what I do. So we're even!
Also.. the fake laughter. Women do something when they are merely humoring each other with laughter. The do this almost.. sigh type dealy at the end of the laughing. It goes much like this : AHAHAH..ahahah .. ha.. ahhhhhhhhhh. You know it. You know it well. Even BETTER if you observe them doing it in unison. Hilarity.
On the upside, however.. spent some time with Ange tonight.. who is NEAT. PS.. she has the fattest kitty EVER, and that's great. This cat is seriously between twenty five to thirty pounds.
ANYWAY. Hooray for random rants! Meanwhile, I need to get some sleep before my baby gets home from work to wake me. Well.. not that he specifically leaves work to wake me, but this naturally follows. Anyway. You get the idea.
Goodnight, moon.
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The thing with me is that I'm usually good with reading people, but when it comes to an attractive women, my wires get all crossed. I can read the girl's attitude to me wrongly, I have no idea what signals I'm giving off...
So I'm still shy because I'm still trying to make sure I know what I'm getting into. I'm not sure if it's the same with her... but we are getting closer. That's really all I'm sure of.