Where to meet chicks (single men, listen up!)

“Alex & Emma” was fabulous. I loved every minute of it.

Broke down and bought the new memory card for my camera. I’m glad I did it, even though we all know I’m going to find the lost one now that I’ve taken the card out of the package. 🙂

I realized that the place where guys can meet chicks is at the movie theatre during any Sunday afternoon. Goodness gracious, there were single women crawling the place! Some came in pairs, but the majority of us were silenly sipping our Diet Cokes (no ice, thanks) and enjoying our small butters with extra popcorn. 🙂 I saw some guys sitting on the benches outside of the restrooms, and I realized that if they weren’t waiting for women, they could have had their choice of about 100 women on the top floor of the AMC alone!

Granted, I was probably the only one who thought to apply cosmetics and wear something other than sweat shorts and a T-Shirt, but hey, if you’re looking for a natural girl, there’s your day to find her. And for those of us who do put together an outfit for a date with ourselves, you see who really gives a shit about her appearance, even if no one is looking.

< / public service announcement >

I ordered my ticket online so that I would have to make it to the show on time. It was kind of neat, actually, to schedule this much-needed time with myself. That I actually made a reservation showed that I took the date seriously … I didn’t do my usual, “Oh, screw it. Things to do and people to see. No time for me.” Oh hell no. Maybe this is what I need to do with my writing — to block out X amount of time on whatever the days and bar any unnecessary distractions. And although this weekend was one where I was continuously on-call for work, I still managed to give myself some TLC and undivided attention. That’s why I get my nails done every two weeks, too — not just because I like having pretty-looking hands so I can show off my abundance of jewelry, but because it’s two hours out of the month where I am being absolutely pampered. I can’t answer the phone, I can’t run out the door to solve a crisis. I have to sit and be attended to. When you look at it that way, it’s a wonder that “self time” isn’t mandatory for more women. 🙂

Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for “Sex and the City” and a warm foot bath!

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