Blogging scares men off, apparently.

So a few weeks ago, a girl that i really like gave this guy my number, and i guess told him that i was all kinds of awesome, the bees knees….such things. He called, we arranged to meet the next day for lunch, and i was then left to ponder deep, life-changing matters like what to do with my hair and what to wear. Which took a few hours, because,  have you seen my hair??? No? Vulture’s nest, anyone?

Anywho, the next day, i turned up for my blind date looking moderately human, and my jaw literally hits the flowa..because this man was FINE. Like, are-you-sure-youre-my-date-cos-how-are-you-still-single-looking-like-that kind of fine. I was actually thrown off my game for a bit because i have neeeever known what to say when I’m confronted with a truly good-looking man..let’s face it, if you know me, you know that i can’t multitask. Like in this case, i can’t talk and ovulate at the same time. Back to the date. So i was tongue-tied for a few minutes,  but i quickly got my mojo back, and we both proceeded to talk non-stop for hours. I remember him having this really hearty laugh…he’d throw his head back and just laugh from his belly…which i found very attractive. As if being a gorgeous hunk of man meat wasn’t enough. Sigh.

Anyway, i happened to mention to him that i blog on occasion, he asked for the address and i wrote it down for him on a serviette. So he drops me home, tells me how much fun he had and how we have to do it again. Next day, he hollas, says the address i wrote down for my blog doesn’t exist or something, and I’m there grinning like a moron because he kept the serviette (which is sooo romantic comedy, i know). So i text him the address,  and that’s the last i heard from him. I’m not even kidding.  Like he vanished into thin air. So i can only assume that he was struck dumb by the horrors he found on this blog. Ahahahaha.

Seriously tho…does this blog actively run men off??

Fractures, Firsts, and other stories ..

Ok…I’m the poster child for ADHD. That’s my excuse for my prolonged absence. You see, one of my greatest flaws is that i get bored easily, and lose interest in something that previously was the center of my being. Bummer, really. Remember in the movie Finding Nemo…the goldfish Dory..who found Nemo..but then forgot? That’s me. I even kind of look like her.

So…in the period since i dropped off the face of the earth, a few things have happened.  First, lots of people have apparently been lurking around this here blog, and have been sending me messages about how it’s unseemly for a woman to broadcast her desperation for a husband over the internet.

Give me a minute as i guffaw. Cachinnate even.

I should probably point out that at least 90% of the stuff i write here is completely tongue-in-cheek. Once in a while, my angst will take over and I’ll write a sad, emo piece, complete with violins. When i do that, you’ll know. Otherwise,  don’t take me too seriously! I sure as hell don’t!

Another major step that i took was down the path of celibacy. Yaani, i do not have sex. I’ve been talking about this for a while,  but I’ve now mad it official. So the first question is…till when, Ciru? And much as I’d love to day till marriage, I’ll have to be a little more realistic and say…till i meet the guy that’s worth my (secondary) cherry. And the fact that i just broke my ankle should make it easier for me to keep my chastity belt on…at least for the next six weeks anyways.

Yes. I broke my leg…and it was the most stupid thing!! It had just rained, and i have no idea why i felt the need to run, but before i knew it, i was flying through the air, shrieking like a banshee. So now I’m hauling my fat ass around on crutches. Fun.