Random tidbits.

How come there are no swarthy James Bond-esque men on match.com? All I ask for is a little swagger, perhaps some interests extending beyond baseball and beer. If I'm lucky, maybe reading interests that extend beyond Men's Health and Sports Illustrated. To echo my mother's terse response to my whining, "you live in Wisconsin afterall". Nonetheless, I feel like this quest shouldn't be so hopeless. Right now I'm being sustained by saucy dreams featuring Eric Dane, which marks the first celebrity appearance in my slumbering life.

I live a crazy little life. Half of the things that happen border on the unbelievable. So many stories, so little time. But when it's not crazy, it's a little bit lonely. I've never worried about finding a soul mate or wondered what my wedding dress would look like because while I love being with people, I seem to love my alone time that much more. It's hard for me to imagine a world that I have to share with someone else, most especially because I tried it once and failed so miserably. So, on goes this raging internal debate pitting the merits of unbridled freedom against the comforts of companionship. Maybe I love the last minute adventures and the split second decisions a little too much. I'm attached to the lack of responsibility and consequence, that is for sure.

As evidence, I could tell you about the time I bought half a basketball team's sushi dinner, partly because I didn't want them to think I was the kind of girl that had certain expectations and mostly because it was a subtle reminder that I didn't owe them a thing. Much later in the evening, one of them tucked me into his guestroom bed and then brought in breakfast the following morning. I later realized, this gentlemanly behavior did not stem out of kindness or respect but most likely fear of a lawsuit and negative media exposure that has beleaguered the professional sports world. Still makes a good war story for the grandchildren.

In other news, I just discovered that my copy of Gone with the Wind ends abruptly on page 716 and the remaining pages are a reprint of the first half. Can you return half-read books? I was anxiously awaiting to read more about my other ideal figure of love, Rhett Butler.