Mostly Ramble...

Well I know that it has been a great deal of time since I’ve written in my blog and frankly I’m surprised that I still know my password. That is the thing about having generic passwords though; it’s my password for everything I think. Maybe that’s how most people organize their lives. One password. Actually I think I have a few that if one doesn’t work I’ll try the next one. I think I’m probably up to three different passwords for up to a million things I’ve had to sign up for. Although an email address of mine still bears the name of my then crush as a password. When people see me entering a ten-digit password they wonder what it is. Yup it’s a name of a guy who I crushed on five years ago and have just never wanted to change the password due to routine. It probably didn’t help me get over him by constantly typing in his name, but now the motion of my hand is really what enters the letters, I rarely think about him anymore.

A friend of mine has a blog, which I often find myself looking at, and so I wanted to come to mine and reread it, as I was doing that, I noticed that I had received a comment from a reader. It said something along the lines of “damn good blog”. Wow I thought, I’m only babbling on webspace that I really don’t need to use up but someone is enjoying it. I don’t know how she came across it and had the attention span to read what I had to say, I mean she wasn’t family or anything, so she wasn’t obliged, but thank you _kathleen339elliott_.

So yup, this is my self obsessed blog. I don’t write about anything important like politics or world news, like Mark, nor do I write about theology and prayer like my brother and sister-in-law. I purely write what’s on my mind, not even much of an educated mind. For example… I have several opinions on the garbage problem in Toronto but yet I don’t voice it on here. Or my fascination with birds, but that will rarely be voiced either. (Future blogs possibly, but none yet) I write about guy problems and I treat every entry like a diary, as though I’m the only one who is going to read it and years later it will be entertaining to look back on. Although everyone is invited to read on.

Well to escape from the ramble I’ve managed to drag into three paragraphs… I do have a bit of journalist/columnist stuff to talk about. If you are a previous reader of my blog then you might realize that I’ve had previous guy problems. I started the blog to discuss how I was feeling towards a guy who I had dated, and ended up being with him for a little over a year after taking him back as my earlier blogs may have indicated. Well mike and I broke up at the end of September and have still tried to keep in touch. I met Brian as a co-worker this past summer and when he heard that Mike and I weren’t together, he took a chance and asked me on a date. I accepted, after crushing on this boy for a few months, why not, right? Well the date wasn’t as awkward as it could have been but I ended up realizing that I didn’t want to date him. I couldn’t picture us. However, at my brothers wedding (in October) I ended up running into a guy who I hadn’t seen since highschool. We chatted a bit and I walked away feeling very surprised at how much we had in common or just how much chemistry we had. Maybe that’s not right, maybe chemistry or common isn’t what I was surprised about. Maybe I was just able to contain myself well enough. Anyways, I left it up to him to decide if he wanted to get ahold of me, not wanting to get my hopes up but to my actual surprise he had asked my brother for my contact and emailed me. It took almost a month from the time we started emailing to the time we actually had our first date. But really I guess to get to the bottom of it faster then giving every detail, as I seem to be doing, I’ll just say that it stopped at one date. I’m not sure what happened, we had a great time and seemed to have so much to talk about/in common. Well I’ve decided that I’m not going to try anymore, every attempt that I have tried to make has only hurt me more. With me considering that he might be shy, I made more of an attempt to keep in touch then I maybe should have. I’ve gotten really no response back encouraging my efforts and so here it stops. I’ve deleted his emails from my inbox and I’ve taken his blog off from my favourites list.

My next blog will hopefully be fulfilling and more “Sex in the City”-ish, rather then my ramble about nothing and my shallow boy problems. I hope you’ve enjoyed your read.

Martha