An Extra Two Years?!?!

J-Rod's gchat status today was a blog link.  Per usual, while at work and needing a brief mental break from my color-coded tracker, I checked it out.

Now, I don't have any experience dating a "finance guy" but Jack is an insurance underwriter and, let me tell you, they can schmooze, spend lavishly, and silently suffer with the best of the FBFs.  While I think some (okay, nearly all) of the stuff on this blog is ridiculously indulgent whining, it's incredibly hilarious. 

Chuckling through the sob stories, I came across the following pronouncement while reading 'Lauren's':
This recession just bought everyone an extra two years of the single life.  SAVOR IT. 

Holy moly.  I nearly hyperventilated in my chair.  Granted, she was talking to the DABAs (admittedly, not me). And she herself is a DABA (I repeat, not me).  But still... that is not an additional delay I am comfortable with.

Although I am capable of savoring.

Planner Day!

I got my new 2009 planner today.  I am so excited!  I have no idea why I procrastinated this long but after being plannerless for almost a week and a half, I felt like I had no idea what was happening in my life and couldn't take it anymore.

I discovered WhoMi last year thanks to Lara over at The Lazy Organizer and there was no other option for me this year.  I'm looking forward to an evening filled with transferring birthdays and anniversaries.  Yea!

Sunday Girlfriend

Besides baby brother, the guy I talk to most about dating has got to be Dazzle.  I have no idea how our friendship has evolved into what we now share.  Potentially, it's due to bonding during revivals of drunken Davis traditions (i.e. Picnic Day & Houseboats) and our alliance against technology's misguided efforts to keep us apart.  However it happened, we talk frequently about lots of things, including our love lives - or lack thereof.

So, during our last exchange, Dazzle informed me about his newly-discovered dating desire.  He wants a Sunday Girlfriend.  A what, you say?  Oh, that's right, a Sunday Girlfriend.  I've never heard of this before and I have no idea if it extends beyond the distorted workings of Dazzle's mind. 

Apparently, when the wild carousing of Friday and Saturday night is over, you're recovering from the weekend, and dreading the arrival of the work week & Monday (the merciless, humorless, and  unfailing matriarch of the work week), it gets lonely.  It may occur to you that it would be quite lovely to have a sweet lady, all tenderness and devotion, to wake up to as the glow of Sunday's light steals through your window.  Maybe share a morning quickie followed by the crossword, sudoku, and Post Secret in bed and then brunch with mimosas and bloodys.  Possibly to be followed by an afternoon of football cuddled on the couch or a matinee.  A stroll outside at dusk - preferably with a puppy - would cap off a seemingly perfect day with your Sunday Girlfriend and the two of you would part ways to meet again next week.

Thus, Sunday usually finds Dazzle melancholy and befuddled.  I can't say I blame him.  That Sunday sounds awfully nice.