Why do things change when it's least expected?
Well, it's been two weeks, but I'm finally going to jot this one down.
On June 14, well, let's just say that it WAS my sister's 21st wedding anniversary.
It was her anniversary AND the day she was told she was getting divorced.
I don't care who you are, that sucks. Royally.
So, they (being her future EX in-laws) put my sister on a plane, and now, she lives here in Vegas.
The first week was rather shaky. She cried a lot. She was freaked out, as was to be expected.
The second week was pretty good, she's definitely finding her "sea legs" or shall I say, "Desert Legs". During week 2, she decided to sign up with not only eHarmony, but Match.com as well. The girl is desperate, and let me tell you, desperation is the world's worst cologne and she's covered in it.
Now I have to say, my ex brother in law was a jerk. No two ways about it, but like my nephew said it, "They're both in the wrong and I'm not taking sides." You know, I don't blame him one bit for staying in the middle and being impartial. My sister can be a jerk too, so this is a case of two wrongs definitely not making a right.
Today was, as the norm, started out at 8:30am with a phone call from my sister. Now let's just get the record straight first. This is the same woman that threw me out of her house for having an unplanned pregnancy, so why I'm helping her is WAY beyond me. She has never been there for me ONCE, but now, when her world comes crashing down, I'm the one who is supposed to take care of her. How fucked up is that?
Anyways, 8:30am comes and the phone begins to ring. Now I'm a night owl, I stay up late and I sleep in every day because I like to work at night when it is completely silent in the house. During the day it's, phone call, phone call, distraction, distraction, and I can't get a damn thing done, so I work at night, I usually go to bed around 5am or when the sun comes up. My husband doesn't have a problem with it, so why the hell can't she figure out that she doesn't need to call the house before noon or 1pm, that is only courteous. It's not like I haven't told her what the situation is and how the clock works in our house, but NOOOOOO she's got to call at 8:30 in the fricking morning!
So, I tell her politely, look, I work late, I don't get up for a while yet, so why don't you chill and I'll call you back when I get up? NO, she can't possibly wait that long. She gets a hit on her site on Match.com and all hell breaks loose. Good Grief! It's not like she wasn't married for 20 years, why the HELL does she need a man for? Good God, if I were her and had the opportunity to dump her husband on his ass and be free of everything, I'd jump at it. I'd live free as a bird and treat men like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable! But NOOOOO, codependency rears it's ugly head and she just HAS to start dating. I don't get it. I really don't. But that is where our ideology differs.
I'm very independent, fiercely would be an understatement. Women are the superior part of the species. Men are a commodity, nothing more. Men serve no real purpose except to be disgusting, messy, aggravating and their only positive contribution to mankind is sperm to propagate the species. I mean even the Catholic Church went so far as to come up with the Malleus Maleficarum just to subjugate women to make them subservient. So to me, life without a man would be no big deal. For God's sakes, when I was single, I sport hunted men for fun! Men have no substance! They are a COMPLETE joke! The only man I have ever met that has substance is the man I married, and he's still annoying as shit sometimes. There is only one other man I respect on the planet, and he'll remain nameless except to say he is the greatest father figure I have ever met.
So, back to my sister. She is just DYING to date. Ugh, I don't get it, but she does. The hit on her Match profile is this guy...hell if I know who he is or what he's about, but my sister is shitting bananas, so I say, look, write him and tell him that we'll be at Spago tonight. Ugh, what does the guy write back, "Where's Spago?" I nearly shit. Where's Spago? You've got to be shitting me! But, alas, I have to remind myself that not everyone knows where Spago is in Vegas.
But, this afternoon, I pick up my sister, take her to get her nails, toes and waxing done, then we shopped for a bit, then we get out the door, and what happens? The guy doesn't show.
I don't know what sucked worse, the fact that my shoes were cutting into my feet because my feet have gotten fat or the palpable disappointment that I was feeling from my sister that the guy didn't show.
BUT, it gets far worse. We get to Spago and there is the most amazing man I've ever seen. Good God, if I weren't married and 40 pounds overweight, I would have OWNED him, that would have been MINE for the evening. Holy God he was out and out GORGEOUS. I tell my sister, you go jump on that, she cowered, COWERED at the thought. And she's the one so desperately wanting to date.
The sad part is, that I had to earn my fangs, 7 years of wriggling my way into the Spago Boys Club, to take what I wanted and assert myself as a powerful woman and earn my way to being respected like one of the guys, and now, I'm trying to help my sister earn her fangs and she's stuck in the thought that women shouldn't assert themselves in a sensual manner or make the first move.
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
I looked at her and said, "You want something in this town? Then you've got to be willing to draw blood to get it." She looked at me with this face like "Well that's you." And with an attitude like that, she won't get laid for the rest of her natural life. At least I know that if I were in her situation, oh hell yeah, I'd be restocking my condom container and going at it like a mad woman.
But, that girl mates for life. I don't ever remember her having a boyfriend for LESS than one year, she was always with them for at least one to two. Good God, I went through 6 guys in 6 weeks one time and I dumped one for calling too much!
I'm her little sister and I have to teach her how to date.
*rolleyes*
Good Grief.
On June 14, well, let's just say that it WAS my sister's 21st wedding anniversary.
It was her anniversary AND the day she was told she was getting divorced.
I don't care who you are, that sucks. Royally.
So, they (being her future EX in-laws) put my sister on a plane, and now, she lives here in Vegas.
The first week was rather shaky. She cried a lot. She was freaked out, as was to be expected.
The second week was pretty good, she's definitely finding her "sea legs" or shall I say, "Desert Legs". During week 2, she decided to sign up with not only eHarmony, but Match.com as well. The girl is desperate, and let me tell you, desperation is the world's worst cologne and she's covered in it.
Now I have to say, my ex brother in law was a jerk. No two ways about it, but like my nephew said it, "They're both in the wrong and I'm not taking sides." You know, I don't blame him one bit for staying in the middle and being impartial. My sister can be a jerk too, so this is a case of two wrongs definitely not making a right.
Today was, as the norm, started out at 8:30am with a phone call from my sister. Now let's just get the record straight first. This is the same woman that threw me out of her house for having an unplanned pregnancy, so why I'm helping her is WAY beyond me. She has never been there for me ONCE, but now, when her world comes crashing down, I'm the one who is supposed to take care of her. How fucked up is that?
Anyways, 8:30am comes and the phone begins to ring. Now I'm a night owl, I stay up late and I sleep in every day because I like to work at night when it is completely silent in the house. During the day it's, phone call, phone call, distraction, distraction, and I can't get a damn thing done, so I work at night, I usually go to bed around 5am or when the sun comes up. My husband doesn't have a problem with it, so why the hell can't she figure out that she doesn't need to call the house before noon or 1pm, that is only courteous. It's not like I haven't told her what the situation is and how the clock works in our house, but NOOOOOO she's got to call at 8:30 in the fricking morning!
So, I tell her politely, look, I work late, I don't get up for a while yet, so why don't you chill and I'll call you back when I get up? NO, she can't possibly wait that long. She gets a hit on her site on Match.com and all hell breaks loose. Good Grief! It's not like she wasn't married for 20 years, why the HELL does she need a man for? Good God, if I were her and had the opportunity to dump her husband on his ass and be free of everything, I'd jump at it. I'd live free as a bird and treat men like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable! But NOOOOO, codependency rears it's ugly head and she just HAS to start dating. I don't get it. I really don't. But that is where our ideology differs.
I'm very independent, fiercely would be an understatement. Women are the superior part of the species. Men are a commodity, nothing more. Men serve no real purpose except to be disgusting, messy, aggravating and their only positive contribution to mankind is sperm to propagate the species. I mean even the Catholic Church went so far as to come up with the Malleus Maleficarum just to subjugate women to make them subservient. So to me, life without a man would be no big deal. For God's sakes, when I was single, I sport hunted men for fun! Men have no substance! They are a COMPLETE joke! The only man I have ever met that has substance is the man I married, and he's still annoying as shit sometimes. There is only one other man I respect on the planet, and he'll remain nameless except to say he is the greatest father figure I have ever met.
So, back to my sister. She is just DYING to date. Ugh, I don't get it, but she does. The hit on her Match profile is this guy...hell if I know who he is or what he's about, but my sister is shitting bananas, so I say, look, write him and tell him that we'll be at Spago tonight. Ugh, what does the guy write back, "Where's Spago?" I nearly shit. Where's Spago? You've got to be shitting me! But, alas, I have to remind myself that not everyone knows where Spago is in Vegas.
But, this afternoon, I pick up my sister, take her to get her nails, toes and waxing done, then we shopped for a bit, then we get out the door, and what happens? The guy doesn't show.
I don't know what sucked worse, the fact that my shoes were cutting into my feet because my feet have gotten fat or the palpable disappointment that I was feeling from my sister that the guy didn't show.
BUT, it gets far worse. We get to Spago and there is the most amazing man I've ever seen. Good God, if I weren't married and 40 pounds overweight, I would have OWNED him, that would have been MINE for the evening. Holy God he was out and out GORGEOUS. I tell my sister, you go jump on that, she cowered, COWERED at the thought. And she's the one so desperately wanting to date.
The sad part is, that I had to earn my fangs, 7 years of wriggling my way into the Spago Boys Club, to take what I wanted and assert myself as a powerful woman and earn my way to being respected like one of the guys, and now, I'm trying to help my sister earn her fangs and she's stuck in the thought that women shouldn't assert themselves in a sensual manner or make the first move.
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
I looked at her and said, "You want something in this town? Then you've got to be willing to draw blood to get it." She looked at me with this face like "Well that's you." And with an attitude like that, she won't get laid for the rest of her natural life. At least I know that if I were in her situation, oh hell yeah, I'd be restocking my condom container and going at it like a mad woman.
But, that girl mates for life. I don't ever remember her having a boyfriend for LESS than one year, she was always with them for at least one to two. Good God, I went through 6 guys in 6 weeks one time and I dumped one for calling too much!
I'm her little sister and I have to teach her how to date.
*rolleyes*
Good Grief.
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