A not so Interesting Life
I used to dread getting older because I thought I would not be able to do all the things I wanted to do, but now that I am older I find that I don't want to do them.
Nancy Astor, interview, 1959
British politician (1879 - 1964)
Monday, February 25, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
A person that is rated a 10 can never go out with a person that is only rated a 4. But what makes a person a 10? It would be a lie if I say that physical appearance does not play a large role in rating a person based on first impression. I think, I am a little under the average looking person, so I am a 4. You can redeem yourself with the way you dress and carry yourself. But with the way I am, that is another problem. I do not really dress nice and neither do I carry myself all feminine. I like cracking jokes a lot and I dress more on the boyish side. I just recently started to put makeup on.(I know what a really late bloomer considering that I am 30 now!) I normally like talking to people get tokow them better before I could actually like them. But somehow I have feelings for a person that is rated a 10. What am I thinking? I am so out of it. It is a death sentence for me to have such emotions. Is this the rude awakening that Rene Zelweger talks about in Bridget Jone's Diary? I should include that in my list of do not even try to fall in love with these men; perverts, psychopaths, murderers, scoundrels, obnoxious pigs, drugies, alcoholics, gamblers, and guys rated as a 10. But that nearly wiped out most of the men on earth. Well I guess I just have to wait for my mr wonderful. Maybe he missed the bus?