Favorite Piece of Conversation of the Week...

Mr. Cerebral: Can you believe she had the nerve to send me a message? I mean look at me...she can't be serious (looking at a message on a dating site)

Me: Yeah...just as a rule I don't send men messages because you never know if they will find you attractive or not and won't want to take that risk.

Mr. Cerebral: Oh you know you are above average and totally attractive, you could send a guy a message.

Me: Thanks, yeah but you haven't seen me naked to say that.

Mr. Cerebral: Is that an invitation?

Aren't goals suppose to be fun?

I have a coworker Mr. Cerebral who is hell-bent on me finding a suitable hook-up partner for the spring and summer season. He is pretty much all about free-love and am disgusted with my lack thereof. However, I am a little skeptical about finding a Mr. Right Now for Fun and am more looking for Mr. Forever, so I have decided to meet him halfway. We have decided on separating these needs into short-term goal and long-term goal. For example, deciding to do eharmony goes more towards the long-term goal, yet going out on a Friday night to a bar would help aid in the short-term goal department.

So far I am failing miserably at both because basically I am just a really picky person and have problems committing to something unless it just sucks me in. Truth be told my heart is somewhere else in a dead-end zone going absolutely nowhere, but I know I must trudge onward.

Anyway, I have pretty much closed half the matches I get on a daily bases from eharmony and am avoiding a potential Mr. Fun because his voice sounds like Jerry Lewis.

It's sufficient to say that I am NOT having fun am bored with the whole process. I guess I am old-fashion and delusional to think that the right thing will just come along when I least expect it. The best most amazing relationships I have had have happened by chance...so is it too far off to believe that my love-life will continue this way?

Moonlight within House Hunters...

The first Saturday of March, I dragged myself home after spending Friday night drinking and dancing the night away. Though I was exhausted physically and emotionally, I was determined to do my taxes online (which I ended up not doing and paid a coworker 50 bucks to do it) but anyway, I clicked on the tv and there was a movie playing in the background and something about it captured my attention and I started watching it. It was called Moonlight Mile and I really didn't know what it was about since I was a good hour into it, but something about the characters Jo Jo and Joe really got me.

Anyway, there was a scene in the movie that still gets me to this day. The mom character Jo Jo was telling this guy Joe (who I believe was engaged to her dead daugther) about knowing when you found the one. The line that got me was "You find your home, and it may not be what you thought - you know; colour's off, style's wrong... but there it is anyway and to hell with you if you can't take a joke."

Then there was the letter at the end where he writes to a girl he fell in love with: Dear Bertie, You asked me before where I went. And I want to tell you. I went to a place where nothing's right, where every moment's backwards, every sky's without colour, without hope. I tried to come back, Bertie. But I got lost. And while I was gone, I met you. And I didn't even have the courage to realize I was home. A wise friend of mine told me "we all have our homes", and now I know it's true. I hope you get this letter, Bertie. I figure I got 75 chances. Cause if you do you'll know that in the end, that's where I was. I found home, Bertie. I found you. I hope you can find your's soon. Get there - as fast as you can. And write me when you do. Love, Joe.

When I heard this, it really got to me and I cried kid-you-not for an hour straight. Consequently, now when I watch House Hunters on HGTV and the couple doesn't pick the house that I think they should...I somehow get personally offended and find myself shouting at the TV..."To hell with you if you can't take the joke."