This is just a weird day. Any day that begins with waking up at 5:45am because you're having a panic attack about your finances is bound to be a bit wobbly, no? Even when you spend frugally and budget closely, living check to check is pretty stressful. So I freaked out early this morning and couldn't go back to sleep.
I finished packing my bag (I thought it might be relaxing for the long weekend to go somewhere even COLDER), probably with too many pairs of socks and not my glasses, and headed into work, where I've been continuing to obsess over the Manti Te'o story, rather than things that really matter (Algeria, Debt Ceiling etc.) (No, I couldn't give a fuck about Lance Armstrong. I called that guy as a major prick a long time ago. No news there.)
Just a few thoughts about Manti before we get any further:
1.) YOU ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP IF YOU'VE NEVER MET. The end.
2.) Seriously. Do they still seriously make people that stupid?
3.) What's up with Notre Dame rushing to this guy's aid, but ignoring women who claim to have been sexually assaulted by members of the football team? Or the student who was killed because he was told to get up on a cherry-picker in crazy high winds to tape football practice?
I mean, no matter what, Manti doesn't come out of this looking good at all. He's either a manipulative slimeball, a sad closet-case, or the stupidest man on planet earth. I'm going with a combination of all three.
I gave internet dating the old college try (HA! Inside joke for one of my best breakup stories!) It was not for me. Interestingly enough, the last guy I was emailing with might have been a catfish himself. "Dan" was incredibly handsome, interesting, and intelligent. He was also Canadian.... it's like he ALREADY wasn't real! He contacted me, and we swapped messages for about two weeks before he asked for my number and would I like to meet him for drinks etc etc. How these things are supposed to go, right? So he texted me, and made plans. Then cancelled. Then rescheduled. And suddenly had people in town. Finally I said I would be happy to meet up with him whenever his schedule cleared and he should just give me a call. Call never came. And honestly I didn't care. After he "forgot" he had guests coming into town (worst host ever!) I thought "no Canadian would be so thoughtless."
Internet dating is essentially Russian Roulette. Five barrels are loaded with duds and one will kill you. Yes, yes, MANY of my friends have found their love/spouses online and they are not loons. But, that's about as frequent as faking the life and death of a girlfriend just to hide your sexuality and possibly boost your chances of a Heisman. Like, super slim to.....ohhh.
