Qabang

Incidentally, that's "I love you" in Klingon (depending on which part of the galaxy you're in, of course). Today, it was actually necessary to research that for an article I wrote in honor of Valentine's Day. Pullitzer, here I come! Or, perhaps a Nobel Peace Prize? Actually, it was one of my more well-written pieces ever, but I'm not expecting many accolades. It was on the topic of successful but odd dating and social networking sites.

Now I have so much work it's coming out my eyes, but I knew I had to update this or my creative sanity would fall by the wayside. I've been having a bit of blockage when it comes to getting writing things started the past week, and I think I finally got over it. I rarely really have writer's block, but I definitely had a freeze-out of my brain/creative process this week. I feel a bit better now that I actually finished something, but there is a lot more to do to catch up to my week's worth of professional inadequacy.

Besides, this week I'm working for the weekend, which is kind of starting tomorrow night (at least the evening part of the standard view of the weekends). Thursday Night Date Night, aka, RELIEF.

Things are really okay.

... on Betty White

My favorite quote of the day comes from my lovely friend Bart in France. We were discussing people being liked in spite of their looks, solely because of their personalities. I often argue it's only ever my personality that gets me dates (and that theory is pretty much what I believe most of the time). He seems to feel that if someone dates you, it automatically means that person thinks you're aesthetically "hot," so there's really no such thing as the statement "she's got a really great personality" leading to a date. Why? Well, it's logical:

"Betty White has personality, but nobody's trying to go down on her."

I don't know if I'm supposed to be comforted ... or feel bad for Betty White.

love jailbird

If you are a woman and ever have a fantastic date, then wonder, "Why hasn't he called me yet or responded to an e-mail or text message?" it could be because he's in jail and simply can't get to the phone.

If someone had told me that before today, I would consider it one of those convenient and ridiculous excuses we tell ourselves to explain away the dating douchery that comes out of most romantic attempts in New York City and keep ourselves from hiding in a hole and giving up on the potential of ever finding anyone for a coupling-up partner. However, today, I have proof that it can happen, because it did to me.

Even funnier than the fact that this happened to me is the fact that I am beyond relieved to hear it (and that I don't have to fake a similar excuse to put salve on a potential heartbreak). It may in fact be the only time in my life I'm happy to hear someone I actually like is in jail. However, lest you judge, even though I don't know the exact details, I know enough about it to know it wasn't the person's fault, so I can be relieved and not sound like a desperate person who will date anything with a pulse (even someone that is jailed hours after a date with me).

Who doesn't like a good, dramatic start? Especially when it's not about you? Only people with no imagination, that's who.

Of course, it would be a different story if he'd called from the jail phone and asked me for bail money (which he did not). That's a deal breaker, fellas.