in spite of her repeated assertions that she wants to be inappropriately entangled in my love life, i'm a little disappointed in my blogmate's lackluster preformance when it comes to meddling. sure she talks a good game about posting things like my personals ad and a list of potential boyfriends for me on the blog, but apparently these entries haven't made it past her private, mental blog.
aside: i do have to give her credit for directly taking on rcfog, even if it didn't seem to register with him.
in sharp contrast lies my good friend with bad allergies (mgfwba, formerly known as gwcbwdbsbhhwtt, on her way to being known as something better as soon as i think of it), who has taken being a wingman to whole new level (and believe me, she was a pretty good wingman to begin with). the story, i'm told, goes like this: mgfwba was in line at banana republic the other day with a friend of hers with whom we'd both gone out the night before (i find this friend kind of cute, but that's another story, especially since i hear he's bad news when it comes to matters of the heart). she and kocf (kind of cute friend) were talking about my self-perceived boy-repellent factor when, lo and behold, a rather metrosexual french guy (is there any other kind?) inserted himself into their conversation, to the effect that a girl like me sounded pretty good to him. mgfwba stopped short of actually giving him my number, but she did give him her number, should he decide that he was curious enough to meet me.
now that's meddlesomeness... (it's a word- i looked it up)
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With French Metrosexuals, you can compare moisturizers and fashion. Such a win/win situation.
And at this point, I feel compelled to say
#1) using words meddlesomeness, How in the WORLD do you not like scrabble? (that's at LEAST a 12 point word)
#2) I fancy myself a decent wingman...sometimes there's just no good man who deserves winged-ness....but don't think that doesn't mean i'm not looking (the former sentence is a testiment as to why i SHOULD NOT play scrabble)
though i don't care much about moisturizers, and only sporadically care about fashion (when i'm feeling rich and skinny), i couldn't agree more about french guys. blogmate, add french guy to the list, will you?
as far as scrabble goes, i stand by my resolve to hate it. i took an online quiz this morning (thanks henry) assessing the up-to-par-ness of my english. while i scored an 80% for punctuation, i only got a 40% in spelling. so there.
wait a minute. did i take on prgm? it's taking me awhile to remember who that is. unless rcfog is still unclear on which jo-na is which, and really which one of us has been doing the most direct addressing of rcfog. i think someone is confused. too bad i can't figure out who.
stop the madness!
mgfwba (my good friend with bad allergies), formerly known as gwcbwdbsbhhwtt (girl who could barely walk down bourbon street because her her heels were to tall, so named by rcfog), met rcfog in new orleans at tb's wedding (to tg). there we also met prgm.
on return to chicago i recounted my exploits to mtib (my typically insightful blogmate) who is NOT the same person as mgfwba.
mtib never met or took on prgm, but she did have a thing or say to rcfog, as he (and not prgm) got himself sucked into our blogworld (perhapbs at my instigation).
mtib has been repeatedly befuddled by rcfog's apparent lack of understanding of who she is, and lack of aknowledgement of her central role in the blog (and in the interpretation of my love life... or lack thereof).
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