Capricorns. I thought taurus was stubborn!

I am very amused by this fact: I typed this title as a reminder of a blog entry to make. And I apparently have been on enough dates, or talked to enough stupid men in the span of 3 weeks, that I have completely forgotten who the Capricorn is that I was going to bitch about.  gone.  poof. no clue.  LOL


that's sad and funny. I must drink wine now.

and I shall now place this wine induced non sequiter here:

I realize we are grown ups and I'm all liberated and own my sexuality and whatnot.  But is is possible, I wonder, to have a conversation, even with an intelligent man, without being asked about "being fucked"?

"do you need your bell rung?"

"I wonder how you sound...."

"what are you wearing?"

any ad infinitum opportunistic puns, innuendo, etc.

are we in Junior High??? OMG. These men are in their 40s!!!

Here's a thought:  How about you don't act stupid, pick up a tab, open a door, make an effort to be a couple notches above a Neanderthal, properly get to know how friggin awesome I am, and then you might stand a chance of finding out "how I sound"...

Novel and ridiculous concept.

back to wine.