Being single sucks when…

• you’re sick.
• you need to turn your gigantic king size mattress.
• you want an easy way to turn down an admirer simply because you’re not interested.
• lightbulbs in your vaulted ceiling need to be changed.
• you want to grill. Or in my case, you want any food cooked at home.
• groceries need to be carried in.
• your razor blade is really dull, but his isn’t.
• you want to have passionate loving sex, not alone.
• there’s a thunderstorm in the middle of the night.
• you need a hug.
• you need a bottle of wine opened after a major arm workout with your trainer.
• you want to know if you really snore.

What would you add to the list?

I realize that many of these things have nothing to do with having a significant other in your life. Friends can also be in our life to support us. They always seem to make life happen. Without them, we’d be lost.

Cheers to friends!

There will be no pictures included with this blog post.

Self photos…we all have taken them. Why do we do it? Well here’s one reason why I do it. If I’m wearing a gift I received, I will send the person who gave it to me a quick photo as proof that I love the gift. When I say gift, I mean clothing & jewelry. I don’t strategically place the gifted iPhone dock on my torso and snap a photo and hit send. That would be silly.

There are also rare instances when I have sent “intimate” self photos to someone who has seen me in person the same way. When I say intimate, I mean naked. More specifically, topless. Beaver shots are not my thing.

As a new trick, I recently learned how to send photos over IM. It’s easy. Simply drag the photo over to the IM window and hit enter. If you’ve ever IM’ed…the pace is fast. Typos are common. Capitalization and punctuation isn’t always perfect. You’re in a mad race to get your thoughts out just like you would if you were sitting across from the person talking. There is no “recall” feature. Once it is sent, it is done. This translates to mistakes.

I had two darling intimate photos I wanted to send to someone. We happened to be chatting over IM. Remember how simple it is? Select picture, drag to IM window, drop picture there, hit enter. Done. So easy.

It may be important to note here that I was chatting with 3 people all in different windows on this particular evening. It is also very easy to drop the picture in the WRONG IM window.  

The rest of my IM chats went something like this:

Me:

Fuck.

Don’t look at my last message.

Please don’t.

I sent you a picture meant for _____’s eyes.

Fuck.

Him:

Okay. I won’t look. I’ll delete it.

[Changing windows]

Me (to the guy who I MEANT to send it to):

Fuck. I just sent photo #2 to someone else.

Him:

Was it a guy?

Me:

Yes.

Him:

He’ll love it.

Although I can’t guarantee that this photo was loved by anyone, I can assure you that I am much more careful on IM now.  Shocking my male friends with those types of pictures is SO wrong on so many levels.

Ever go somewhere and NOT get recognized.  Uhm, yes! Unless you’re famous, I bet this happens all the time. It does for me anyhow. Sometimes this DOESN’T come in handy though.

I had a lunch date scheduled with a guy I had dated a few times. It was on a work day. He was instructed to pick me up outside of my office in a loading dock area off of the busy street. Did I mention that we had only dated a few times and were openly dating others?

When I walked out of the building at the scheduled pick up time I saw him waiting in the agreed upon pick up spot.  I noticed he wasn’t in the car he usually drove. Being a good dater, I didn’t even hesitate….assuming it belonged to his friend or another girl he was dating. It was a large Suburban type vehicle. 

As I opened the passenger door I noticed a kid’s car seat in the back. Again, assuming this car belonged to someone else, I continued without question.

Here’s how the conversation went.

Me: “Hi” [hoisting myself up on the passenger seat]

Him: “Hi” [hesitantly]

Me: [strapping on my seatbelt]

Him: “Uhm, who are you?”

Yep, I got in the wrong car. To make matters worse, this strange man was the husband of one of my employees. She walked out right at exact moment I realized my mistake.  She wondered what in the hell I was doing in her husband’s car. 

Then I looked behind us at the car that just pulled up. There was my date. He wondered what in the hell I was doing getting out of another man’s car right before our date.

Timing is everything. That day, mine was off.