"They don't get that kind of crowd."
Except, clearly, it happened. Which in no way means you should say that you are scared in your neighborhood. Or any neighborhood. I just am boggled when people see things in such a binary way. No area is entirely crime-free and all kinds of people commit crimes.
The pet sitter came by, met her and she met Puppycat. All were happy, all around.
Now to figure out what I am feeding mom and I for dinner. I am clearly defaulting to the pesto I made in Portland. It's cute that I am even pretending too look around my fridge.
Oh, bonny. My heart is aching for them.
I was just interviewed for a newscast and was surprised that the reporter seemed to want me to say that I'm scared in this neighborhood.
Don't you know we're all supposed to be terrified all the time?
But letting (or encouraging) you cancel plans with a friend to monkey groom him knowing those things? I wouldn't be thrilled with any of my friends dating someone like that.
I think that one's on me. We were having a very fast-paced text conversation, and I made the decision fairly unilaterally.
But...but...he has his eye out for a woman, and you're concerned he might prefer that. Does he not get that?
I hope he does now? People have weird ideas about bisexuals.
It's been seven hours, and I haven't heard back from him. Entirely possible he has been wrapped up in house stuff, or asleep, or who knows. Regardless, I am not feeling super great about the whole thing. There is already a pattern of miscommunication and not trusting that what I say is true. I'm having trouble figuring it out. What he says he wants and how he goes about it don't seem to match up to me. It's maybe a bit of arrogance papering over insecurities?
::sigh::
All I _could_ say is that this is an urban environment and people just need to be careful.
Telling people to be careful doesn't make for punchy news blurbs to run every 15 minutes to pimp the newscast, though.
I was just interviewed for a newscast and was surprised that the reporter seemed to want me to say that I'm scared in this neighborhood.
So much for reporting the news, and not creating it. Ugg, the state of the media these days.
t /former communications major who was taught fair & balanced reporting
Telling people to be careful doesn't make for punchy news blurbs to run every 15 minutes to pimp the newscast, though.
No lie.
After they turned the camera off, I was chatting with the man who asked me to do the interview in the first place. I mentioned that, no matter what time of day or night, there are _always_ people on the street.
The reporter squealed, "That's what you should have said!!" They turned the camera back on and I said that. It will likely be all of what they use, if anything.
bonny that's so horrible.
Will and I had a nice day to day. We ended up driving all over back roads of VT and it was pretty - it was a cool day. We ended up at the Burger Barn and had 2 wonderful burgers. Yummy.
We also talked about ideal future home - it would have acreage, meadow, stream through it, nice view, and a house set back from the road. We didn't actually talk about the house but pointed out ones we liked.
Askye, that sounds like a great day.
I've been avoiding the heat. I have the a/c on, and really don't want to go out and shop. I need to return some stuff to Home Depot, and maybe get a hair cut. Maybe tomorrow will be curtain shopping. I just hate shopping so much. Blah. It's fine when you know what you want. But browsing. So not my thing.
We wandered the mall today--it was uncomfortably warm in there, with the skylights and all the people--and I think I may despise retail. I know it's their job, but I hate having salespeople hover over me or pounce as soon as I walk in the door. One girl: "So what brought you to the mall today?" I did not say, "We're looking for someone new to dismember in our basement of terror." But I thought it. We're there to look at your stuff, lady, and debate buying some of it!
We've got a Teavana now, and I wanted to browse and fondle the tea pots, but every time I paused to look at something, this obsequious nimrod would blither about its health benefits or how it was handpainted in Japan or how that one was his personal favorite.
Then I asked if they had black tea--as I find herbal infusions with dried fruit and flower petals to be horrifying--and the girl insisted on showing this wonderful black tea and chamomile blend and explaining all its health benefits. This was after I said, "Just black tea," and she said, "OK, but first I'm going to show you this."
I understand that there are people who would say, "Oh, you're right, that is lovely," which is what keeps me from snapping at the salesfolks, but it's a hard thing in store after store to convince them that they'll get a sale faster if they leave me alone rather than hovering. Hubby said it perfectly to the guy in Yankee Candle, when he said, "Oh, that's one of my favorites" as I opened another jar to take a sniff. Hubby said, "She prefers to let the product sell itself." I congratulated him on the diplomacy of his statement. He said he's seen the way my fists clenched.
Maybe the state of the economy isn't indicated by how many people were touring the shops but by how desperate the salespeople are.
So I found out who Wink Man is. Is that bad? He changed his username to his real first name and last initial, and he's studying Classics for a PhD and he lives right here so he was obviously at UVA... giving out that much information, it's like he *wanted* me to go look him up. And I really do want to meet him. I wish he'd message me already, geez. That's all the stalking I care to do.
