Day 1: My Ulterior Motives
I’ve been keeping my room really clean lately. I mean - really clean for my standards. I’ve been keeping my clothes off the floor, doing laundry once a week (as opposed to whenever the underwear runs out or I start to notice people not sitting next to me on MUNI) and –gasp– keeping the bed made. It’s almost as if I’m preparing to show my bedroom to someone else, you know, someone who may want to spend a bit of time in my room with me.
Unfortunately, not the case. The well, it is dry. And it’s been dry for months. Save for one repeat offender a few months ago and one limited time only special, we are seeing a level of celibacy that I have not seen since I was a gameless scary 19 year old with an Internet boyfriend. Rations are scarce. So since I am keeping my love nest so pretty, am I finally reaching that most desired level of single girl-dom, of doing things, for uh, me?
Well, yes. I like having a clean room. Going to sleep at night in a bed consisting mostly of pillows and not a laptop, my cell phone, socks and a bunch of papers is kind of nice. Not rummaging through a bunch of wadded up American Apparel t-shirts to find a pair of tights before I go to a party and getting so frustrated I start to rack my brain for excuses not to attend is just as pleasant.
But, it’d be cool to have someone to hang out with in here. I put up a profile on Nerve and worked hard on it, but so far, no one has bitten, save for one dude who lives in Lafayette, a place so far in the East Bay I can’t even place it my internal BART map. And bitch, please. I can barely go North of Market, you think I’m really going to be taking BART to see you? So, I went back to my tried and true, my one and only, Craigslist and it is the usual gamut of almost entirely form letters. One guy couldn’t even be bothered to BCC the 40+ women he had emailed.
Out of the pile of nothing there is one eligible bachelor, but he is staying guilty until proven otherwise. That is, I am not getting too excited about it until he proves to me that he isn’t lame. That’s the kind of thinking that shows me that I need to be in some kind of therapy and not vomiting out here, but web hosting is cheaper and I like you guys more than some shrink.
My other motive for posting is that I have promised myself that I will be posting every day for 30 days. Aren’t you excited? I know I am.
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