I had a meeting this morning and afterwards, as we sat on the terrace eating hors d'oeuvres, we started chatting. Us girls that is. And Karla tells me her resolution for 2009 is to quite simply - GET A MAN!...to which 2 other girls chimed in - YEAH GIRL. mmmmhmmm.
So okay, I need reminding sometimes that I am not actually the last spinster on earth, as much as I may want to believe that I am. I mean, I am not telling random women that my year's mission is to get a man, while eating kebabs. However, I am part of an apparently sizeable group of women - independent, attractive, successful women - who cannot get some regular ass and lovin' and affection.
So what do we do about this?
These days, nothing. I am not so obsessively caught up in this "find a man" adventure. Finding a job to pay the bills and regaining some motivation to lose weight and not eat everything in sight are real priorities for me right now. I mean, we can go on and on about the job bit, but until I actually get a job, it is pretty banal stuff - me talking about my frustrations and anxiety. And in any event, let's remember - Tamale is leaving the job to Jesus!
The eating bit seems to be a bit of a crisis though and I am not sure what prompted it. I have been eating A LOT and it is a tad bit worrying. Maybe I am thinking, "wide hips are the least of my problems when I am penniless and jobless" or maybe I am thinking "well, with the recession when I cannot afford to buy food, it will drop right off so I might as well eat while I can now". Whatever it is, my eating is bordering on fucking ridiculous. I'm hungry now actually and want chips. No chips. The recession has already started affecting my snack haul.
So as we wind our way back to the point at hand, the man recession. Yep. I was saying I am too preoccupied with other things to let this man thing become a Top 5 issue. I got some sex the other day - was not GREAT sex - but it sort of quelled a hunger. Sort of. So I am okay. I also decided that this year, I am going to learn to swim. Yes. I live on an island and cannot swim. But I have plans to apply for that job to laze around on an island all day and blog about it and I need to learn to swim. lol. Plus, it's good exercise though I am a tad bit concerned about the ravaging effects of chlorine on my already ravaged hair. Not to mention my fat ass in a swimsuit in a full pool of young teenagers with pancake flat abs. I also need to save, learn to Latin dance a la Dancing with the Stars and brush up on my French.
So again, you clearly can see the thoughts that proliferate my mind these days - the reason I am not obsessed over the man crisis that everyone else seems to be hot and scattered about.
But sometimes I think, it would be nice to get one of my own.
Learning to swim sounds like fun! I can't do any fancy strokes, but I can float and I can do the dog paddle :)
ReplyDeleteSwimming is great exercise! The hunger may be coming from the stress of the job situation. I'd be right there too!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if I could find a man if I were so confined to an island of that size? I think you have some decent standards, which makes it harder.
ReplyDeleteBesides that, you definitely need to swim first and foremost. You can't very keep a man if you drown someday.
I'd find a cashed up guy with a shy disposition - think Nerdy Dr type - who works himself to the bone.
ReplyDeleteHe should be able to generate sufficient cash to keep you in the manner in which you would like to live.
He should also be busy enought to allow you considerable room to move when it comes to getting some action on the side.
Cynical advice I know - yet there is something to be said for it
L