Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Spring! Yay!

A busy week and the start of Spring! The pic is of a place called Savage Mill, whereat Veronica and I spent time at the Homespun Yarn Party on Sunday.

Looks creepy, huh? We weren't in that part of the old mill, just overlooking it. And whilst there, we ran into Eric the Knitter, and Donna and Candi, with two of her little cherubs. Such a warm day that we sat out on the deck to chat for a bit before the cherubs got restless and Donna's clan took off.

We've been a bit busy at work, fixing up stuff and things. It seems over the course of the past sprint, there has always been at least one of our team out with plague. I had a very, very mild case last weekend, and recovered quickly. Ed's out again this week with whatever he's had, poor guy. :(

Spring also means that a young lady's fancy turns to romance again. I've been meeting random internet dudes for coffee.

I have some random advice for said random dudes:

1. If you and I are meeting for coffee, I'll buy my own because I'm a modern girl. So please don't worry about waiting for me before getting yourself a cuppa!

2. Did we say coffee? Or lunch? If coffee, then I think I am not wrong to be surprised to find that you've eaten lunch right before I arrived. What if we got along well and I'm hungry after my cuppa coffee? Now we can't go eat something together because you're full, and I am not the kind of girl who wants you to sit watching me eat my lunch. Or perhaps that is your ploy to make a clean escape in case we don't click? Either way, it might be nice for you to move to a clean table so I don't need to sit there sipping coffee, staring at your pizza bones or something.

3. I do have a life, such that it is. If I don't call you or email you within 10 minutes of you calling or emailing me, please do not take offense. If, however, you feel the need to be offended, maybe you shouldn't email me and tell me how vexed you are. It makes you look needy, desperate and clingy. I am looking for a man, not a cling-on.

4. See number 3...I don't know if it's something in the water on the East Coast or what. It's happened to me more than once in the past couple of weeks and I am kerflummoxed. Is there some new internet dating contact rule that I've completely missed? =\

Tomorrow night is the knitting group's second anniversary party at Donna's house. Yet again, I am so glad to have met these women. They are awesomely friendly, sweet, and funny. My apartment smells like chocolate tonight, for I am baking Nigella Lawson's Dense Chocolate Loaf Cake. Nom, nom, nom!


  1. The impatient men aren't calling you/e-mailing you to express their impatience. They are, instead, doing you a favor. They're saying, "Hi, I'm totally not the person you want to date. I'm going to show you that early so that you can find someone else."

    It's like a display of plumage. It's Nature's way of saying, "I will drive you starkers. Run away now."

  2. Yummm.... do you think the chocolate cake would survive a trip to the UK in a postal box?

  3. I am in total agreement with Gryph. I dated one of those guys against my better judgement. For two years I suffered through his impatient attitude until I finally broke up with him.

    ...and he called me back half an hour later to have a friendly chat.