The date

So, it was this date that made me want to come home and start an anonymous blog. Why? Well, it was pretty much a freakin' annoying date. Almost as boring as a date can be. And the whole time I had to put so much effort into showing how interested I was in what he was talking about and I had to try to make conversation. Yes, I even talked about the weather.

I was so annoyed when, as often happens, he didn't find the ability to talk about me for more than 2 seconds. Grrrr!!! I mean, he'd even try. He'd start asking me about my family or work or something terribly exciting like that and then POOF!!!! before you could say abara kedabara (which by the way is from Hebrew - abara k'dabra = I will create as I say), the conversation had turned back to him (his family, his work, etc.).

So I suppose that now I feel the need to talk about myself because I spend the evening having to not talk about myself. Me me me me me me me me. It is sometimes about me. : ) Not always, but sometimes.