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Any of you who know me know that I am no friend of change.  I will accept it if I have to, but usually with much kicking and screaming along the way.  Even self-chosen change is hard for me.

So it should not surprise me that even little, inconsequential changes feel bigger than they really are.

For example, we got new upstairs neighbors in my four-plex.  There’s two of them, and they each have a car (as opposed to the other three of us who are single and have one car).  We have six total parking spots for our four apartments.  Up until now, this was perfect, with two extra spots for guests.

But one of my neighbors has been having her cousin stay with her for over a month.  That means that we now have no extra spots.  And not just that, but the new people don’t seem to realize yet that my upstairs neighbor and I park in the same spots every day.  They are more or less assigned, even if not officially.

So here is the stressor: not only do I have nowhere for guests to park, but my spot could be taken at any moment.  I might come home to no spot.

I’ve asked my landlord to assign parking, at least for four dedicated spots, so that this never happens.  He seemed amenable.  (Let’s hope that means it will happen sooner than later.)

And yes, I know I’m kind of crazy.


Well, I didn’t think the last guy would turn out like he did.

As it is, he’s a fake entirely.

So after spending two weeks talking on the phone for hours every day, when he never showed up for our date, I oscillated between being pissed and being worried. The summary is that the morning after, a friend and I spent some time google stalking him extensively.  We found a real person–facebook, twitter, pinterest–connected to the pictures–and oddly some of the attributes.  We’re not sure if the real person was who was faking me out or if someone else had merely stolen his pictures.  (His social media is very public, so way too easy to steal.)

I can tell you I went from disappointed to indignant and angry pretty damn fast.

But don’t you worry.  I am getting right back on the horse with a coffee date this afternoon.

(My new strategy is to meet first, talk later.)

Although if this guy doesn’t show, I might have to start questioning the universe’s deep seated desire to keep me single.

Quick Update:  I will comfort myself with the fact that even Elizabeth Bennett was taken in by that charlatan, George Wickham.

Alright, so I’m back in the world of internet dating.  Because I’m a sucker.  And also for my friends’ enjoyment.  I thought I should share my most recent, very terrible, first date story.

Two weekends ago, I went on a first date with a guy who seemed okay from our conversations.  Oh, how wrong I was.  I’m not sure when I should have walked away.  Was it when he said he didn’t like coffee?  Or when he said he watched the Harry Potter movies, but had no interest in reading the books?  (He’s not really a reader, apparently.)  Or when he insisted his cat would only eat cheap, supermarket cat food and violently hated all other animals?  When he said he usually just drank soda (no water for him) and that pop tarts were a regular part of his diet?  But you know what the clincher really was?  When he said, and I quote, “I can’t imagine a life without high fructose corn syrup.”  Thank goodness that by then I had finished my coffee and could skedaddle with poor excuses.

Who says that?!  Even if you have terrible nutrition, which was evident by his wane, sickly complexion, you should not be proud of it.

Oh the wide and “wonderful” world of online dating.

Stay tuned for more great stories.

SophieSophie has this piece of paper that she loves.  Okay, so whenever her piece has been ripped to shreds, I cut her a new piece from a roll of shipping paper I stow away.  But only because she loves it so much.  She hides in it, runs down the hallway and jumps/skids on top of it, basically spends a lot of time with this piece of paper.

This last weekend, while playing in her paper, she ran head first into the wall.  I’m not going to lie, I laughed.  Poor kitty.

ShelbyAnd to be fair to both cats, here’s a pic of Shelby.  This has been one of her new chilling spots.  I have no idea why this is so comfortable to her, but I’ve noticed she sits like this on warmer days.

Speaking of warmer weather, I think it is finally cooling off!  Maybe.  I hope.