HIT ME UP STYLE (a short entry about ego)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009 at 3:34PM Still got it, Internet. Yep. This married old hag still has it, alright. I got hit on today while I was doing my oh-so-rigorous work-out at the gym. I know, I know, I know. Seriously. Do NOT read into this. But I got an ego, too, OK? Never, ever, ever crossed my mind to do anything with this guy, but it's nice when you get the feeling that you affected a total stranger enough to make him ask you out. I don't get to have that small, and ultimately unimportant, feeling much anymore. I'm fine with that. I'm TOTALLY fine with that. I get a lot more, better (mo-betta) feelings through the relationships I actually do have. Meaning, of course, with Bill, Nicki, and Barb. But, I can't help it, it's fun to be hit on...once a year. More than that would be a nightmare — in that it would be a drag, and in that it wouldn't happen in reality. But it kinda put a little giddy up in my step today. Nicki's got Bill today and tonight. I'm kinda flying solo, and it was nice to get that little bit of totally superficial attention. It lasted the right amount of time, too. I had, like, seven more minutes on the elliptical when he started chatting me up. James. He was kind of a snooze, but he liked him some me. :-) How do guys do that? I could never do that...just start talking to someone and complimenting them after knowing them for two seconds. It's crazy when you think about it, but then again...you know how men are. They're crazy. So it kinda matches up. But anyway, a little confession between me and my Internet. I got a little kick out of some twenty-year-old asking me out. That's not too terrible. Not that I would run and tell Bill about it, but, I mean, I'd tell if he asked for some reason. (Who else is curious about when he'll start being an avid reader of my blog? I don't think he appreciates yet how much I spill about myself on this thing...) I'm sure he feels the same way sometimes. In fact I know he does. I remember. I remember how he liked hearing me tell him what a great boss he was. How cute he was. How impressive he was. All that stuff. We all love it, OK? OK, Internet?!? So stop busting my chops. j/k. Have a great day, Internet. I'm off to Costco for more two new toilet seats and a pot for Barb's petunias. See? My ego needs all the help it can get on days like this... :-)
Love me.
Margene.
Reader Comments (9)
anyhow thanks for the good read!
Me and my wife are faithfull viewers, the only reason I keep HBO is to watch Big Love, after those numbskulls cancelled Deadwood and Rome.
Love you and the other ladies, how does Bill do it?
And he wanted a fourth wife! Bill is a superhero.
Me and my wife are faithfull viewers, the only reason I keep HBO is to watch Big Love, after those numbskulls cancelled Deadwood and Rome.
Love you and the other ladies, how does Bill do it?
And he wanted a fourth wife! Bill is a superhero.
(yes I know Im giving my fabulous advice to a fictional woman, but hey, my real friends don't take my golden advice maybe the "Big Love" writers will.LOL)
i got with my husband when i was sixteen. we married in the church after living in sin , lol, for three years at 19 he's four years older. I have an opinion about marrage and time and getting older and havingkids and how bodies change and all that. The "in love" stage lasts till you've lived together long enough to get too comfortable. then its the just love state. even if you are very in love after 30 years of marriage, you tend to find that the ":in love": or even "in lust state" is growing distant,and life is more about costco and getting caught up on the yard work and the kids homework and who needs new shoes and when the kids are grown and with their own husbands or husbands to be its hard to get compliments out of your oldman like you did back in the seventies.
Getting hit on sometimes is all that reminds me that i am woman see my curves.
sometimes husbands just think you know how he feels and he need not say it after 30 years. NAY. If I told my husband about every time i get hit up on in one single year, he'd be jealous. we dont speak of it.
and YOU margie are so beautifully sweet and perky and freaking YOUNG,take all the hits you get. You know who you are going home to.
love always
destiny