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silverthorneIt would wind up being weird as hell.
So, I'm in the parking lot of the hospital where I work with two female friends (although...I don't know who, exactly. They're like...amalgrams of a bunch of my better/wiser female friends over the years). It's getting towards evening, and there's a cool breeze...and one of the local red-tailed hawks is up on a lamp-post watching us. Nice sunset, too--one better suited to AZ than TX.
Anyhow, so the talk turns to boyfriends (a familiar discussion with at least one of you out there. :) ), and they;re all 'You really need a guy'. I am, of course, echoing my RW opinion of that right now, which is 1) Right now I'm a bit of internal mess--that's bad for a relationship like that, and 2) Eh...haven't found the guy I want to stick with anyhow, and not up for looking.
So...the conversation turns to 'well, if you felt better about yourself, I bet you'd go looking'. And my response to that was 'Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, throw me on a reality show and get me some self confidence and a new look?'
Annnnnnd that's when Jon shows up. With his blond hair/style from two years ago and his face from twenty years back (whut?) (and yes, R, it all still moved. *g*).
And the conversation got weird from there because now Jon is quizzing me all about my hang-ups and how I think I could handle them better (actually, it was awfully a lot like parts of the convo I had with my new doc). And in the background, this van is pulling up and people are getting out and pulling out racks of clothes and a portable make-up table and so forth.
And although it wasn't bad talking to Jon, I'm really glad I woke up before the camera crew and recording equipment showed up.
See, this is why I avoid network TV and reality shows--they already worm their way into my brain enough as it is.
So, I'm in the parking lot of the hospital where I work with two female friends (although...I don't know who, exactly. They're like...amalgrams of a bunch of my better/wiser female friends over the years). It's getting towards evening, and there's a cool breeze...and one of the local red-tailed hawks is up on a lamp-post watching us. Nice sunset, too--one better suited to AZ than TX.
Anyhow, so the talk turns to boyfriends (a familiar discussion with at least one of you out there. :) ), and they;re all 'You really need a guy'. I am, of course, echoing my RW opinion of that right now, which is 1) Right now I'm a bit of internal mess--that's bad for a relationship like that, and 2) Eh...haven't found the guy I want to stick with anyhow, and not up for looking.
So...the conversation turns to 'well, if you felt better about yourself, I bet you'd go looking'. And my response to that was 'Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, throw me on a reality show and get me some self confidence and a new look?'
Annnnnnd that's when Jon shows up. With his blond hair/style from two years ago and his face from twenty years back (whut?) (and yes, R, it all still moved. *g*).
And the conversation got weird from there because now Jon is quizzing me all about my hang-ups and how I think I could handle them better (actually, it was awfully a lot like parts of the convo I had with my new doc). And in the background, this van is pulling up and people are getting out and pulling out racks of clothes and a portable make-up table and so forth.
And although it wasn't bad talking to Jon, I'm really glad I woke up before the camera crew and recording equipment showed up.
See, this is why I avoid network TV and reality shows--they already worm their way into my brain enough as it is.
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