even when I'm tempted by some stranger
Yesterday, at work, one of my managers (who was in on the "Molly's type" conversation) commented that I hadn't made a move on the new guy yet, and I said he didn't really do anything for me, I mean, he seems nice and he's kind of cute, but...he really doesn't do anything for me, and she said, "Oh, yeah, I guess it's because he's not skeezy enough for you." (I don't know how to spell that word, actually.) A co-worker who was standing next to me at the time said, "And he's not an asshole!"

I am starting to get a little bit upset by this whole running commentary on my taste in men. I realize that I bring it on myself by talking about them, but still. There happened to be two guys who I was sort of attracted to, at work, and I went out with one of them, and, you know, it ended quite badly, actually, but it didn't affect anything at work, because he wasn't working there anymore by then (which had nothing to do with me, thank you), and I'm never going to go out with the other one, but he is my friend and I do enjoy talking to him, and hanging out with him, and the continuous badmouthing of both of these guys is starting to wear on me. (That is a really long sentence.) Maybe I have crappy judgement when it comes to men, I don't know. I still don't think they are skeezy guys, or that they're bad guys. I think one of them has acted really shitty towards me, but I suppose he has some reason for that, one that could perhaps be valid, although since I don't know what it is I can't comment, and I don't think he's actually an asshole, even though it is fun to say he is right now, in a sort of cathartic way. (And I might be allowed to say it, as I am the only one directly affected by this, but no one else is allowed to! And they say it, and I end up defending him.) And the other one might be a self-proclaimed asshole, but I think he's a pretty good guy, too. So enough already, okay? It really doesn't help my state of mind if you say that friends (or former friends, as it were) of mine are bad people. That just insults me, not them, since they're not around to hear it, and I am there to hear you tell me that I suck at choosing friends, or lovers, as the case may be. To quote Bridget Jones: "...You really needn't bother. I already feel like an idiot most of the time anyway."

I went to the hockey game Wednesday night. I debated wearing my jersey but couldn't in the end. The Hurricanes lost, and I couldn't decide if that was a bad thing or not. The Capitals scored a really nice shorthanded goal, and their goalie stopped almost everything that got shot at him, and really the 'Canes just got their asses kicked. And of the 15,547 other people there, did I really need to see that person who I happened to see? I don't think so. (Ha! I am resuming my cryptic ways!)