I’ve been trying to come up with something to write, but all I’ve got is a list of random stuff that makes for better titles than posts. I couldn’t even come up with ten of them for a Ten Things Tuesday post.

Huh. My life is in the shitter.

My mother just told me my great grandparents were invited to the Royal Wedding of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip.

Wow!

They didn’t go.

WTHuh??!

What did I learn from this? You dis the Royal family once, and your future generations will never ever be invited again.

I’m considering giving up dating, for good. The men I’m meeting have no follow-through. They act totally interested, but then seem to get cold feet. After attempting to schedule a second date, they fall off the face of the earth if I can’t meet the ONE time they suggested. It doesn’t matter if I’ve met them online, or through friends (the preferred way).

Case in point: My friend secretly arranged for me to meet a guy she though would make a great match. We all went hiking. We chatted a bit, discovered we had a lot in common, and exchanged cards. He called about two weeks later, saying he’d just found my card. We played phone tag. In his second voicemail, he asked me for a last minute date at that very moment (tickets to a concert – I suspect someone canceled on him at the last minute). Of course, I was out. I returned his call later that night, but haven’t heard from him since.

I ran in to our mutual friend last night, and she said he’s having a party tomorrow night. She was sure he would invite me. Hmm, seeing as the party is tomorrow night and I haven’t heard from him, he must have misplaced my invite. Or maybe he’s also related to the Royal Family, and they’ve told him what happened over 60 years ago.

What did I learn from this? I learned I’m sick of dating, but my libido is alive and well. Now, I’m just looking for a hot guy who fits the “Ranger” profile (the strong, silent, patient, dark, sexy, protective, and slightly mysterious character in the Janet Evanovich novels).

I’m on the verge of being homeless unless I win the lottery or start turning tricks. Since I’ve decided to give up on long-term dating in general, the latter option doesn’t sound so bad. (BTW – My undying gratitude to the one person who bought a toy from the store after my last post. Thank you! I don’t know who you are as that info is secret, but I know what item you purchased. I have one just like it and know you’ll love it. Especially if you’re single, too. 🙂

I’ve been baking as a way to repay some people doing small favors for me lately. I love to bake. I also love to eat the baked goods, but now give them away. In an attempt to stop myself from eating the excess baked goods, I put them in the freezer.

What did I learn from this? I learned I will eat frozen cookies, cake and muffins. Frozen doesn’t stop me.