I'm with ita on eharmony. Incredibly shallow responses, one serious headcase that proved their 'stringent screening process' to be as stringent as swiss cheese and the guy I got on best with? Neglected to mention that he is currently living in Japan. After I said no thanks, he 'accidently' sent me a bunch of emails detailing his penchant for bondage. While there is nothing wrong with that...I'd already said no thanks!
While I didn't join meetup.com to hookup (dotcom), it sure worked for me. Those NYC matchmakers have a point. Similar interests and backgrounds go a long way toward building a harmonious union.
My parents knew Stephen existed at the serious bf stage, but didn't meet him until after we'd decided to get hitched. Not being a parent, I don't see a downside to this.
Or "you" if it's in the right tone of voice.
How you doin'?
I think I may have mentioned to my mother that there was an online guy I was keeping company with, a while before Daniel and I met in person. And then I told her I was moving.
With my friends, I was more cautious about talking about Daniel, because with the previous guy they made a big deal out of it, and then tried to tell me I was being too hard on him when I broke up with him. Ok, that was only the one friend, who has a horrendously immature brat for a husband. But still.
Or "you" if it's in the right tone of voice.
How you doin'?
Bwah! That might even work.
OK, I really am not responsible enough to be trusted to take care of myself. I took off my wrist brace because it was getting itchy. Now my wrist is hurting again, and I can't find where I put the brace.
Aww, Hil! That's so cute.
Took my truck in yesterday to investigate a weird rattling noise.
Diagnosis: catalytic converter is falling apart
Treatment: $634
I called around a bit to see if I could do any better.
Second opinion: $1091 (plus tax)
Well, so much for that one credit card that I had paid off.
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
And I pretty much never volunteer SO-type info to my parents until it's A Thing. Too many questions during, and too many "What Happened?"s after otherwise.
Hil, in a pinch you could immobilise and compress with an Ace Bandage, until you can locate the real deal.
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
This is my excuse from now on.
This is my excuse from now on.
Hey, I live to write bumper stickers. Or something.
Ha! Found it!
(buried in a pile of blankets at the foot of my bed. Not quite sure how it got there.)
