a Cheap Holiday: 02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006

Cheap Holiday

Welcome to a cheap holiday in my life. At least you get to go home at the end of the day!

Monday, February 20, 2006

Obviously losing my touch

So I offered to have sex with a gentleman whom I'm acquainted with. I thought I was pretty obvious about the offer, but the offer was not accepted, nor even spoken of. I guess this is indicative of my sense of hubris that I would expect such an offer to be lept upon (no pun intended), but I feel rather confused now that it wasn't. And I mean "confused" in an "ok, am I just that hideous-looking nowadays?" sort of way, not an "ohmigod, I will never find anyone to love meeeeeeee!" sort of way. I have people who love me, I'm not love-starved. I was mostly in the mood for a bit of fun and good Lord, aren't men supposed to be genetically driven to locate commitment-free sex? Granted, this person's life is rather complicated--whose isn't?--but that just seemed like another reason for a bit of fun. Hmmm.

Well, whatever. Opportunity will present itself elsewhere, I'm sure.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Lady Admin's modern life

Got turned on to
Lifehacker by a friend. It's a blog devoted to providing you the technological tips and tricks to make life in the Info Age easier. It's pretty meaty, so I hope to find all sorts of geeky goodies!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

More fun with insults!

So, there is a guy that works in my company whom I find somewhat attractive, and hell, what's wrong with having a date once in awhile? He doesn't work directly with me, so there is no conflict of interest with regards to fraternization. So I had another co-worker try to lay some groundwork with this guy. In the process, the guy in question defined me as being "super-nice."


Frankly, it sounds like an insult.

Super-nice is what you call your favorite aunt. Super-nice is what you call your elderly neighbor who occasionally drops off an extra pie she has just whipped up and can't eat by herself. Super-nice is what you call the AAA tow-truck driver who doesn't rip off your axle when he rescues you from the ditch you've accidentally driven into.

Let me drop a hint for you guys: women do not want to be called nice. "Cute." "Compelling." "Sexy." "Smart." "Hot." "Mattressable." Even "attractive" is a better vague-ish pronouncement than "nice."

"Nice" infers that the person in question is so lacking in any identifying characteristics that you couldn't come up with a more definitive adjective. Ugh. It's like the beige of descriptors.

Now, I'm sure you might say "well, he was discussing someone he just met in a work context, so he probably didn't think it appropriate to say something more horn-doggy." Yeah, well, whatever. He was actually talking to his male friend from work, and don't tell me men don't dish just as much as women, cause I know better. Frankly, I'd rather have a guy say "I'm just not into her" rather than say nice. Ick.

Plus, it's just not true. I'm not nice. I don't want to be nice. I would like to be more compassionate, but I don't think that's the same.

So for all ya'll that might be struggling with how to describe me, here's a personally approved short-list of adjectives:
- misanthropic
- literary
- verbose
- hourglass-shaped
- learned
- shrewd
- irresistable
- reclusive
- mildly introverted
- fashionable
- humorous
- cultured
- kinky
- disciplined