So our friend Bea got engaged a couple of weeks ago. Although the reaction of some of us upon hearing the news went something along the lines of "FINALLY! it was about time", not everyone took the news as well as I did.
It all started Thanksgiving night when Bea made her first public appearance as a soon to be married woman. The first part of the night revolved around "THE RING". It's a cute ring. Almost my type but not really. Still, all the women there single and married alike were ooooooohing and aaaaaaaaahing like she had been given Paris's 24 karat ring and like marriage really is a wonderful thing (bearing in mind that at least 60% of the married women in question had either been divorced or cheated on, I thought that was a huge crock of sh*t).
ANYWAY...
One of our really good friends- THE girl- who was in attendance at the dinner, had a couple of drinks too many and towards the end of the night started going on about "the guy she is going to marry". Now, all of that would have been really fine and dandy except that she is not even dating anyone. Well, then we understood that she also has a deal with a friend (ex-boyfriend) that if they are both single when she is 27, that they are getting married. She has 10.5 months left to find true love. Hmmmm
Now fast forward to last Thursday morning.
As usual, I get my coffee and log on to read the news, check my email, and BS over Messenger with a few people. Unusually early, a window opens and it's THE girl. THE girl and I had made plans to go out that night, but she had said that she wanted to reschedule because she was going to go "land herself a man" (which is very important seeing how she intends to get engaged next year). I was like "whaaaaaat?"
Me: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?
THE girl: yeah. I am going to go look for a boyfriend.
Me: How exactely are you going to do that?
THE girl: I am trying to get an invitation to the SEMA fashion show because every elegible, dateable man in Santo Domingo will most likely be there.
Me: Uh huh? So you are going to a fashion show to get a boyfriend? Are you looking for a gay boyfriend?
THE girl: They are not gay! and yeah...
Me: I've got to see this...
So I called in a favor and got myself on the list. Not that I was looking for a boyfriend, but since "every elegible dateable man in Santo Domingo" was going to be there, I made it a point to look nice...'cause you never know, you know?
When we got to the hotel where the event took place, it seemed like all of Santo Domingo was there. Okay, not really...but there sure were a lot of people there! And what's more, I looked around the place and there they were: the people I see at the gym, at the stores, at the restaurants and at the bars.
Eso era otra vitrina. That was just another opportunity for people to see and be seen. THE girl's quest for a boyfriend that night wasn't very fruitful. She got a few numbers but that was about it. But she gets points because she was driven. I, on the other hand, was soooooooooo close to doing my thing so I could get a date with Aldo D'Alessandro (I am a sucker for men with turntables!) but then I found out that not only is he married (figures!) but that he used to go out with my brother's girlfriend. EEK!
Since then, the "dude, I need a boyfriend" conversation hasn't ended. THANK YOU BEA FOR OPENING THAT CAN OF WORMS! I keep saying that it's one thing to make finding a boyfriend a project for the sake of companionship rather than for the sole purpose of marriage but apparently that's a stupid thing to say if you are a single woman over 25 in Santo Domingo.
Today we are having a party. THE GIRL is among our guests. Let's see how the "find me a boyfriend project" develops.
18 comments:
*eyeroll*
Lame...I wonder if THE girl reads this blog. What would she think of you? Oh...forgot, probably in that little town hypocrites are allowed.
*eyeroll right back*
THE girl has read this blog and what's more, she KNOWS everything I wrote in this post because I said it to her face.
All the people I write about know about this blog. All of the people in my life know that I call it like I see it.
Hypocrites? I don't think so.
But here in SD (which is not quite as small as you may think) hypocrites are allowed...
lol...I love getting under your skin and have u type back in anger. grrrr.
;)
So sensitive...besides talking so much shit, lonely and with your head full of air, are you single by any chance?
I think you are giving yourself too much credit although seeing how you don't think all that much of me I don't see why I should think much more of you...
and please, for future reference, you should reserve all of your unbased character analisis for someone who really cares :)
heh...if you don't care...why do you answer?
hmmmm...no place to run away to?
;)
run away?
you must be confusing me with someone else...
That said, is it really necessary for you to come into my blog just to be a jerk? One would think that since you have so many issues with me and all, you would just leave and not come back! A little massochistic, aren't we?
Massochistic? not at all...
Isn't picking on the little ones always fun? Isn't that why there's blogs? So one can talk shit about people? Why is it so bad if a jerk talks shit about you? Why should I not go back when I'm having fun? ;*
Is there no freedom of speech in your little island town?
;)
Hey its December 3rd, that's my birthday. No arguing on my birthday!
So basically you are just a bully with an inferiority complex...nice.
You know, if in your real life you are mistreated so much that you feel the need to go online to get even that's really sad.
I don't know about other people but I don't keep a blog to talk shit about people and I don't know why you feel you have a licence to talk shit about about me. Hell, even after your countless assholish remarks I have never been an absolute bitch to you when more than once you have deserved it...
Freedom of speech in regards to relationships with people is something that's earned. You don't know me and what's more, even as a stranger you have never even been respectful enough to earn my interest.
Good manners are something I believe in wholeheartedly. I really do think that you should practice yours.
grrrrrrr.
9:07AM backslash...Damn. You need a job, like really.
Ana, don't give this guy one more minute of your time...If he has sooo little a life that he has to go online to read about other peoples' then there really isn't worth it.
Happy Birthday, Jonas. I think Annush overlooked you. She's too busy giving a lesson in manners to display them herself. :p
Annush - note the use of the tongue thingy emoticon. I forbid you from getting upset with me.
Thanks Grant. She sent me a happy birthday email. She's classy like that. Andre's superfluous words can never change that.
Schuey- Of course we are! I'm still holding out for you :)
...moderating is sweet...ain't it? Libelula is still fat, and you need a job...regardless.
This is where it ends!
I will not tolerate name calling in my blog not by Andre and not by ANYONE. We have gone through this bfore, and so help me God if I have to disable the comments altogether again, I will!
Lib, ignore him...I think you are beautiful. :)
I also think you're a hottie, Lib. And you too, Annush. But I'm not marrying either of you until I see the ring. :p
wow. whenever you post a picture I so wish I was there. muy caliente.
and if I was there, I would have been sure to bring the turntables ...
*sigh*
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