Ugly ex-boyfriend

Not too long ago, one of my blogs mentioned my ex-boyfriend, Mike and a little tiff we had one time over how many people we had had sex with prior to us getting together. He got upset because I had had sex with more people than he had. And told me he felt like someone kicked him the stomach when he found out. In the blog said that I told him it was because he was ugly and I wasn't. I felt bad after I blogged that but it is the truth. When we met he was really unattractive. After he shaved his head he did look better but he was not good looking at all. He was in good shape because was very active and had worked out for 25 years but his face was not attractive in the least and his teeth were a funny color. When I saw a childhood picture of him in his baseball uniform, I finally knew what the saying a "A face only a mother could love." meant. He had a Ronald McDonald red afro and a hideous face. I was stunned because he looked even worse as a child and I thought most kids were cute (in the old days before people got so darned fat, now most kids aren't cute they're rollie-pollies) but not him. He had gotten better looking as he aged but he was never going to be attractive. Anyway I just wanted to explain that I wasn't being mean or anything by saying he was ugly (on this blog anyway; I don't think it was nice of me to say it to him but we were having a tiff and we both were saying mean things; he probably compared me to his ex or something which would have pissed me off since she cheated on him and would do things like hide banana peals under the couch)  because he was. And in my defense, as I said in the original blog he asked how many men I had had sex with and if you don't want to know the truth don't ask.

Advertising

None of the men on dating websites ever look like the men in the commercials or in the ads. I realize that sounds superficial but there's a photo on the sites for a reason; the first thing people notice about other people is what they look like not what they smell like. James and Marty have both said that they think women don't care that much about what men look like which I thought was weird since I know I do look at the pictures on OKCupid: I did see a really handsome guy on there once but there was only one photo which didn't show his body so who knows what kind of shape he was in and he lived somewhere like Massachusetts (way too far from Texas). Back to visual, I'm wondering if I am far more visual that most women or if James and Marty have no idea what women want and like. 

Retail Therapy

I had to do some retail therapy today. It may have done the trick I'm feeling pretty good and think I'll sleep like a rock. I was bummed because someone told me he was mad at him self for being weak (he was referring to a drunken sexual interlude between us a while back). I felt like he thinks I'm the devil or something. It hurt my feelings. Of course I have no idea what he meant when he said it since men speak MANglish and didn't have my pocket translator.

Self-centered

One of friends--not really a close friend-- has mentioned to me that he is self-centered more than once lately. He may be I don't know him all that well but I keep wondering which women told him he is self-centered. I don't think that's something a man would think about himself. Maybe he is already low on testosterone so he is a little self reflective.

Fall

It is a beautiful morning. The air is crisp and clean. Fall is my favorite time of year. All of the holidays are approaching. I have a lot of wonderful memories of holidays with my son. One year he was the red Power Ranger and I was the pink Power Ranger, My mom made my costume and it was perfect. She's a fantastic seamstress. The cutest costume my son wore was a dragon. He was three and absolutely adorable. And there's Thanksgiving. I like the food but the best thing is being with family. These days my family and Jill's family get together. Jill family is my family now and mine hers. We have been friends for so long and through so much together she is my sister. Christmas was always so much fun when Nick was growing up because each year I had to come up with more clever ways to convince him there is a Santa; other kids at school kept telling him Santa didn't exist. By the time I was three I had figured out there was no Santa and wanted him to have the fantasy for a lot longer than I did. I think it made me feel like if you believe in Santa it means you have this wonderful childhood. It's funny the associations people make that don't really follow any logic or make any sense. I remember one Christmas when Nick was about eight and he was really skeptical--at the time my son was a die hard Dallas Cowboys fan--we opened gifts that were from me on Christmas Eve and the following morning, he fond a Dallas Cowboys football uniform under the tree. He ran into my room and jumped into bed with me, excitedly saying that Santa really exists. He had the biggest smile on his face. He was so happy. I was overjoyed that I was able to keep up the facade.

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Business Expo

I ventured over to the Business Expo in the community center today so I won't need any pens, hand sanitizer, post its, coozies, etc. for a few years.