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August 25th, 2009
I looked at the calendar and I am in dread that it is already August 25th and I am literally drowning in my own dissatisfaction with the way things are going right now. Time is moving past me so quickly and conversely I am moving so daaarrrnnnn sllooooooowwwly. Throw in some story problem about how two trains are heading towards each other at different speeds and it will equal to exactly how my life feels. It should go something like this: “If Giyen equals “X” and the speed of the train equals “Y” and it’s 9:34 pm right now, what time will Giyen reach her destination?” NEVER. Giyen will never reach her goal because she’s too tired to do algebra right now.
I am starting to think the story of my life is beginning to look like a Brigette Jones sequel sans the naughty bits with Hugh Grant or Colin Firth (which consequently are the best scenes). I’m talking about the parts of the movie where it focuses on being a single thirty something who counts calories, reads self help books and wears bunny costumes at all the wrong times. Sadly, for some reason “Giyen Kim’s Diary” just doesn’t sing “blockbuster romantic comedy” so I don’t even have that to fall back on.
What I guess I am saying is that I am feeling a bit lackluster right now. And a bit lonely. Busy, but lonely. I told my friend Rene that I was destined to become the woman who dresses up her cats and calls them her babies and lets them lick tunafish off of her spoon. She laughed and then offered me few words of encouragement. She says that she just knows that there is “a Bill Clinton type” out there for me. I just haven’t found them yet.
Then I tried to throw her what I call the “soft pitch” about me considering online dating:
Me: What do you think of online dating?
Rene: Ugh God. Those are the worst people.
Me: What do you mean?
Rene: They are the worst people to wait on (she works in a prominent downtown restaurant).
Me: Tell me more.
Rene: There is this one guy who comes in and sits at the bar. Every Tuesday and Thursday he brings his Match.com dates and tries to get laid. The other night things got so hot and heavy that he actually said, “I want to be in….”
Me: OH GOD, STOP RIGHT NOW.
Rene: Yeah. The bartender was so mortified that he had to run to the other side of the bar just so he wouldn’t have too see/hear the rest.
Me: GROSS.
Rene: And then there are the “It’s Just Lunch” people. They pretend like they are going to eat lunch but just sit there having coffee because they don’t really want to spend money on people that they just met two seconds ago. It’s horrible because they pretend like they are going to eat, but never do.
Me: Please stop.
Rene: Don’t get me started on the “SSS.”
Me: Whaaat??
Rene: The Same Side Sitters. The guys that insist that they sit on the same side of the booth because it’s more romantic.
Me: Now you really need to stop …
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