Sigh
My posting has slowed lately, which bums me out. For some reason, I am feeling uninspired, and I've been busy with the foster job, my consulting project (which feels endless and insurmountable), and Round II of the online class I taught over the summer. I have a crazy student this semester. She has emailed me maybe six times already with various concerns/demands, and has completely dominated the first week of discussion with her long, rambling, and somewhat inflammatory "contributions." I am worried that direct feedback (in the vein of: "enough with the conspiracy theory, already, stick to the topic and stop posting three times more than what is required") will only provoke further rants.
I have also been cooking up a storm for various entertaining engagements, and this has generated leftovers that remain in the fridge and taunt me. There is only so many times one can consume enchiladas stuffed with potatoes and peppers.
Also, the comedian did call a few days after I pondered loss of mojo. We had an upbeat, funny conversation after which he did not ask me out. I was not that into him, and would not have gone out again had he asked; perhaps he sensed this. My friend E. gives him credit for that, so I will too. Join me in sending virtual props to Mr. Hilarious.
Other than that, no upDATEs. I got an email from a guy who seemed OK, but he signed his message "Buster." This is his name, not his username, and I can't go out with someone named Buster, I just can't. I also got two messages from someone I ignored during my last bout of online dating. He has sent several entreating notes, despite my lack of response. This is annoying.
That's pretty much it. I wish I had a dash of perky wit to insert, but I just don't right now.
Posted by Dori at 2:16 PM
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Buster was one of the names my nephew had before he as born. I don't use it much any more.
I lived in Georgia for 40 years and never met anyone named Buster.
I'm thinking that one should outgrow a name like Buster early in life unless one plans make an appearance on COPS. Even if it is a bit strict, I'm with you on this one.
I worked with a pretty girl whose brother was named Buster. Jeez, was he hot.
And I worked with another pretty girl whose brother was called Bubba. (His real name was Herman.) Everyone giggled at this until they met him. A tall, flame-haired Southern gentleman whose presence lit up the room. One colleague had her knees buckle just from shaking his hand.
A rose by any other name.....
The wit will come back. Don't worry.
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