Playing With Matches

What started as a means of chronicling the online dating experiences of two picky yet adventurous almost thirty somethings has turned into a chronicle of all that is, was and has made up their collective dating histories. Our two original daters are now joined by several other fun, breezy, sassy gals, and Playing With Matches is now a missive on dating misadventures, a cacophony of ups and downs, turmoil and bliss. With a bit of snark mixed in here and there.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Ain't that the truth.

One of my mom's friends sent me (and her daughters) the following this morning. Kind of appropros, considering my past week.

Once upon a time, a girl asked her guy, "Will you marry me?"
The guy said "No." The girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, stayed skinny, and was never farted on. The End.

Happy Saturday!

3 Comments:

Blogger jo said...

not being farted on. yes that's important haha!

oh looks like everyone is having work parties and events. it's always dangerous 'coz i'm so worried bout behaving 'inappropriately' especially since i'm a lil crazy sometimes...

9:27 PM  
Blogger LMNt said...

Man, one of my friends got that email from her mom, too, and I absolutely detest it. If she got married and didn't do those things, it would all be HIS fault?

RD, shoot me your email address (it's not listed in your profile) if you don't mind. I'd like your professional opinion on something.

1:50 PM  
Blogger dr. strangelove said...

Ha ha, no I think it's just saying that there is definitely an upside to singlehood for us gals. Not his fault if these things fall away, but the fault of being part of a couple. Okay, maybe the farting would be his fault. Nice title, RD, amen.

9:03 PM  

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