I have come to the realization that the world is filled with procrastinators. Everyone knows that Christmas is December 25. It's not like it changes every year. It's not like it just springs up on us. And yet, the three weeks before Christmas are the busiest at the post office. I'm not judging. I'm one of the biggest procrastinators out there. I know how long it takes for mail to get from point A to point B and all the little pitstops it *may* take along the way and I still haven't mailed my stuff yet. I've still got time. In my defense though, I wait til the last minute because otherwise people would be getting gifts all through the year. Seriously, if I was one of those people who started buying Christmas presents in August, I wouldn't have any of them left by December. I'd be too excited to wait. I love giving presents. And besides, nothing says 'Christmas Spirit' like being in an insanely busy mall on Christmas Eve fighting over the last size 8 cashmere sweater.
Anyways, all that preamble was my excuse for not blogging over the past week. I've been busy. I've been exhausted. I've been dreaming of forklifts and trucks and parcels. Just in case you're wondering, that is NOT my idea of a restful sleep.
E-harmony is not living up to its commercials. I believe it's because all the good guys from eharmony are in all the commercials they do. There are none left. Have you noticed the dates in the commercials? Met in 2007, or Married in 2006...nothing recent. Where are the 2009 commercials? Hmmmmm. Right.
Meet Patrick (yes, that is his real name....) His reply for "What's one thing only your best friend knows about you?" was "I'm in heart failure." Oh great, I think...just what I need. Some guy who's not over his last girlfriend. But futher down in his profile he clarifys...he really, truly is in heart failure. He's had three open heart surgeries and is waiting for a transplant. But he hopes that I'm the type of person who can look past that (and the weight he's gained from the medication) because there's nothing he can do about it. Uh...I'm sooooo trying to be open minded here, I really really am...but c'mon. I know, even people with life threatening illnesses need love too, I know that. But how responsible of me would it be if I invited this man into my life (and Q's) just to have him die on us. That would really suck, don't you think? I don't have to worry too much about it though, because he closed the match.
The rest are all just blah. Blah. No one who really intrigues me. I am communicating with one guy who's profile picture is him with a life size green M&M. Remember, open mind...and maybe I'd feel differently if it was the yellow M&M, but I'm just not feeling the love. It doesn't help that he has glasses from the early 80's and looks like he should be working in the produce section of the grocery store. Ahhhhh, there I said it. Superficial - I am superficial. I can't help it.
My landlord is setting me up with a guy though. His name is James, he just moved to White Rock and he has a 7 year old child. She met him in a course she's taking offered by Unemployment Insurance for people who have been laid off. She says it's soooooo amazing to listen to him talk, apparently he's got quite the story. She says he's gone through sooooooo much and come soooooo far. And he's 'kinda' cute. Whatever that means.
So, the skeptic in me thinks....drug addict, alcoholic who has no job. The optimist in me is thinking....oh, what the hell.
p.s. mail your parcels already...