Online arrogance

So faithful blog readers as you know I am venturing into this online dating world. I started setting up my profile and as self involved as I am, it's really hard knowing what to write. Picking a user name is difficult enough. I just want to use Jenny. But I know I'm supposed to use something like: designergal or lookingforlove or firstimebuyer or...well you see my creative struggle. So, I wrote some stuff then read it and thought 'wow, I sound like an asshole'.  Then I thought 'maybe I am an asshole'. So, I edited it a bit, but not much...fyi. I just made it sound a little less assholy. I mean, you ARE selling yourself on this thing, so it's not arrogant, right? I don't know. I've never done this. I've always met someone the old fashioned way, you know, drunk on some dance floor. I barely had to say a word in order to seal the deal (ok, that sounded assholy too I know, but hey, I'm on a roll).

TMI?

I am thinking of doing the whole online dating thing. Mostly so I can have stuff to blog about, but having more people that I can make out with is also appealing. But I have concerns. No, not that I will inevitably see people I know on the site (although this is a bit odd). I figure it's like gay men and bathhouses — you just acknowledge they are there, but continue to the next room (or in this case, profile). But my concern is more like, can I get sued? I mean of course I won't use anyone's name, but how much can I report? Also, what if I meet someone really great and they find out I've been blogging about how they over-salt their pasta? And then they end it and I'm neurotically back-pedaling like some pathetic lead in a romantic comedy? But, hey, maybe I get screen play fodder out of this little experiment, go on to be famous, marry Drew Barrymore (or equivalent) — leaving that heartache in the dust. Hmm.

Another nostalgic Sunday

So I woke up this morning. Well, my cough woke me up for the millionth day in a row...but I digress. So, anyway, I woke up and after some juice and coffee I went to the computer to listen to some music. From one band to another, I found myself listening to Saint Etienne. Now if you don't know them, Douglas Coupland described them as follows: "The sounds of the city are the sounds that bring us news of love and adventure. And this is the sound of Saint Etienne — a sound that is both utterly metropolitan and effortlessly clean. It is the sound of love without blame, and hope without conditions." So, a few YouTube videos in, I decided I might as well put on one of my Saint Etienne CDs. I grabbed 'Finisterre', opened the case and saw a yellow post it note stuck inside. It was a little love note from my ex, the one I moved here from BC to be with. At the time we were together, this album was playing on repeat in my house. This note was written the night before she left and it would be a few months before we were to see each other again. Seeing it made me feel nice, made me remember all the good back then. Just like looking at old photographs and remembering that moment in time, those few lines brought back our entire relationship. So, I played the whole album, fondly remembering, until the last track ended and I put the CD back in its case, sticky note in tact, until next time, when I need to remember again.

Quote of the day

In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.  
— Coco Chanel

What do I have now?

I am sick. I've been under the weather all weekend. Yesterday I was better than today. Of course I wondered what I had. Is it a cold? Is it allergies? Is it cancer? Why am I coughing so much? — it must be lung cancer — Why am I so congested? — it must be allergies — Why am I sweating? — it must be a flu — why does my chest hurt? — that's it, it's lung cancer! I go to bed and my eyes start watering — is it allergies? oh wait... Aha, I have roses in my apartment. This is new! Maybe I'm allergic to roses? — yes, that must be it — I climb out of bed, grab the roses from the vase, open the window and toss them out. Whew, sigh — I felt better already, I must be allergic to roses, who knew? I woke up this morning with all the same symptoms together: congestion, watery eyes, cough, sweating.  Seems it's just your garden variety common cold...or is it? Stay tuned...