Manslations

I've been sitting here for twelve hours. Ok... with the occasional walk out to the road to catch a smoke not included. Or the occasional answering of the door or walking into the room with the refrigerator. Twelve hours, people. And, no, I'm not lazying around at home... though it sounds like it, I'm at work. And the room with the fridge is just another room... not a kitchen.

Yes, I spent much of it on the phone with my beloved. He just moved to Virginia to start law school (so proud of him!) and he's kind of bored. Not too terribly much to do quite yet. But, he best enjoy it now because once classes start, he's in for a whole lot of something to do. Actually, I best enjoy it now too, he probably won't have the chance to talk so much once things get rolling. Truth is, I always enjoy our conversations.

One area we took a nice, deep dive into was dating. Or, rather, my non-dating status and my ability to find the winners. To literally look around and be attracted to the absolutely wrongest (I'm making that a word) men out there. Wrongest men for me, that is. And some of them are probably wrongest for anyone, male, female or beast. Even the Beast treated Belle well while holding her captive.

After arriving at a dead end in our conversation, you know... when long breaths and "yeahs..." become the conversation. Not too long after he asked me how the economy is going... something to which I have no clue about really, I did a couple google searches. I will not be telling you exactly what these google searches were but you can imagine after a day that involves being at work for 12 going on 16 hours and not out meeting anyone, what they would be like... I came across a pretty neat little ditty... Manslations.

He's more of the proof positive and I do actually believe it. This is good reading for the ladyfolk. Particularly the single ladyfolk. Spells it all out without making every man sound like the pigs we all hate. (Notice: I did not say LOVE to hate.)