Friday, April 28, 2006

Ack! Ouchie!

Just received late-night but honest dumping from the one-date wonder. He called me "frighteningly observant, inquisitive and honest" or something. Who fucking uses the word frighteningly? Is that REALLY necessary? I knew this is what would happen, and I actually told him he would hit it off with this other person. I think my weak power of clairvoyance bothered both of us but you could really pad a note a little. I appreciate honesty from guys, but there's a line. I still have some feelings for the love of Pete. And true, he could have not sent a note, but I knew anyway. In addition to my day of tears and job rejections I now have a wounded ego and bruised heart. He also said, "I really don't want to romantically see you at all." Like I'm going to not take no for an answer and come after him. It must be b/c I'm "frightening." He then offered some watered down friends supplement, like I want to hang out with that. Bitch, please. I hate that, when I know how things are going to go. It makes me wonder if I'm in control of changing my outcomes or if I'm just blindly following someone else's plan.

Fuck, I shouldn't be dating at all. Good reminder. Anything else now? Maybe I can go to a movie and have my pants unexpectedly fall down in front of 100 people. Oh, I know - how about I'll just set up a stand and people can walk by and remind me, you know, on their way to lunch, etc, why I'm undatable/unemployable. That would save me lots of time.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sorry Danni, I feel your pain. Why am I channeling Bill Clinton?

Perhaps the next time I get hammered up in the good life we can swap stories. Misery, company and things of that nature. It is cliche to say, but I've been there, or reasonably close there anyway. I used to briefly smile through the heartache with a little Tom Hanks quote from "Nothing in Common" ---> "Is my nose bleeding? I just got tagged". Unfortunately, the laugh I got from the memory of that movie moment only lasted a couple seconds...

I'm hoping I don't regret the tequila I've been hitting tonight. Is drunk posting worse than drunk calling? ;)

Anonymous said...

danni, you want me to kick his ass? cuz i can kick his ass you know, just ask ferg since i kick his ass every single day.
or maybe i can sing you a song while i play the guitar. "joe lies, joe lies, joe lies when he cries....."

have you ever considered dating a bass player?

Anonymous said...

tom, put down the tequila and the keyboard! we all need a skype party!

BDLine.net Danni said...

he has no ass worth kicking, or I would have done it myself. Let's all make fun of his squirrel eyebrows instead and feel bad for him kicking the Danni to the curb. Let's listen to the song of the mourning to give us balance.

PS - shelly and tom rule the Earth

Anonymous said...

Joe lies... :) That is excellent, Shelly! Say Anthing is an awesome movie. It is in my top 5. Me and the Mrs are always giving each other "tips, english tips".

BDLine.net Danni said...

I have never seen this movie of which you speak! I need to figure out how that uTube or YouTube stuff works.

Anonymous said...

danni, you have never seen "say anything"? whaaaa?
put down that jack and coke and go rent yourself that movie, play it on your computer if you have to. muy fabuloso!

BDLine.net Danni said...

I drank enough jack and diet last night to last me quite well through the week. I will try to find that movie but you know, it's hard to see over the highball.

Highlights from two years of blogging. said...

"say anything" is fabulous!

& so are you Danni- who needs squirrel-eyebrowed blokes?! not you & not the 'nanny...

shsn xxx