Lordy, Lordy

So today I have spent reading blogs. I found out something that I didn't know existed. Did you know that you can post porn on Craigslist??? I had never noticed that there was a place to post women seeking met, etc. It's really rather disgusting, as I coined it, the "poor mans" Match.com

We all know how great Match.com has been to me, HAHAHA

I have now become fascinated with it though, I can't seem to stop looking. I am amazed, yet not amazed that people do this. People are seriously fucked up, no doubt about that. Hell, I'm fucked up in my own way, but I KNOW I would never be desperate enough to post shots of my boobies on craigslist to try and get a "date". Really, I wouldn't. I'd probably just get drunk and pick up some random guy at the bar. THAT I will admit has happened! Not proud of it, but we all have needs...

And that leads me to realize that I am once again sexless. Not that there was a ton of sex with "the boy" but at least I knew it was a viable option, if I wanted it. Now I am realizing that is gone again. Shit. That sucks. I'm a Scorpio, we NEED sex, at least this one does. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Tomorrow is the dreaded Valentine's Day. Everyone (including me) enjoys the holiday when they are in a relationship. Honestly I could take it or leave it, but flowers are nice, I do enjoy them. Tomorrow is a shit-ass day for me once again. And for a funny V-Day story:

So back in my advertising days, when I was in my early 20's (and single of course) I worked at a very prestigious firm in the industry. We were the largest in the world, but of course the Dallas office was not that large, but big enough for a receptionist. I was friends with her. She called my extention on V-Day and told me I "had something at the front desk" I quickly said "fuck you!" and hung up the phone. She called right back and I didn't even let her talk, just said more fuck you's and hung it up again. This went on for a few more times and I finally went up there, yelling from the hallway, "You know I hate this day, why are you torturing me, telling me I have something when you good and well know I don't have shit!?!?" Turns out, there was a vase with a single red rose in it (I hate roses by the way, too obvious). I of course apologized while laughing hysterically and opened the card, wondering who was so nice...who the possible secret admirer could be, when alas.....it was from one of my vendors! UGH! So embarrassing! Poor single Shawna left out on V-Day, so my vendor sends me a fucking flower. Nice and thoughtful, but still embarrassing.

I have another great one, from the guy who I almost married, back when I was 20, he was 23. I'll tell you that one tomorrow, on the actual day, so I can relive it, almost 10 years later! hahaha