Last night, in a fit of loneliness, I signed up for Plenty of Fish. The emails started pouring in after just 7 minutes ... Alert: Fresh Meat! But is it really?
Last November I blogged about a date with a guy "S" who was really nice but not for me. Since he was nice, I refrained from shredding him about the fact that all he could manage to talk about was how good-looking he used to be (he was blessed with movie star good looks, too pretty for moi) and Jesus.
I just received this:
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Fix-up Gone Wrong
Yesterday I was lucky to be the photographer at the wedding of a wonderful couple ... the kind of couple that give me hope that some day I too will enjoy such happiness! This couple also seems to want me to find the joy that they have, because they wrangled up an eligible bachelor for me, and even seated me at his table! I was quite excited to meet him ... what better way to find love than to have the people who know you suggest a potential partner?! The fact the he was a cop raised a little red flag, but as my loyal followers know, I've been accused of being too picky ...
Fast forward to after the ceremony. Every time I perched myself in a good spot for photos of the ceremony, a man with a silly point & shoot camera would stand right over my shoulder and take his own photos. I kept moving to avoid him, but he either followed or stood somewhere in my shot.
After the ceremony, I started to do a few family photos on the church alter. As I attempted to corral the various family members, I realized that this loser had already taken it upon himself to begin photographing the groups in another part of the church with his silly little camera. Not only was this disrespectful to me, the HIRED photographer, but to the couple who was waiting to get to their reception. When he finally finished up, he stood over my shoulder and told me what I was doing wrong (which IMHO was nothing) and took his own shots. If it wasn't for my good manners and respect for a "house of God," I'm pretty sure I would have gone off on him.
You guessed it. That was my guy.
The thought of sitting next to this jerk for an entire four course dinner was enough to make me sick, but thank goodness for cater waitresses that treat vendors like trash .... she sat me in the corner with the cool folks from the band.
But it didn't end there! Ever the optimist, the bride marched up to me, pried my camera from my hands, and dragged me (I may have actually been kicking and screaming a little) over to Mr. Wonderful for a dance. After spending much of the reception trying to keep him and his little point & shoot out of my photos, all I really wanted to do was grab him by the throat and shake him, but by good manners prevailed and I tried to make polite conversation by asking him about his job, where he lived, etc. I guess I wasn't as chatty as I thought, because he scurried over to the sister of the bride and told her that I'm shy. I thought to myself, "Cool! He'll leave me alone and go find a more outgoing target!" No such luck. He hunted me down for another dance and some more uncomfortable conversation.
Happily the song was short (maybe my band friends saw my distress!) and I grabbed my equipment, said Goodbye to the happy couple and made a beeline for the door. I was nearly free when a cute old man who'd been sexually harassing women less than half his age all evening, hauled me to the dance floor for a polka. Dizzy from all the twirling, I staggered to my car and made my way home ... alone yet again.
Fast forward to after the ceremony. Every time I perched myself in a good spot for photos of the ceremony, a man with a silly point & shoot camera would stand right over my shoulder and take his own photos. I kept moving to avoid him, but he either followed or stood somewhere in my shot.
After the ceremony, I started to do a few family photos on the church alter. As I attempted to corral the various family members, I realized that this loser had already taken it upon himself to begin photographing the groups in another part of the church with his silly little camera. Not only was this disrespectful to me, the HIRED photographer, but to the couple who was waiting to get to their reception. When he finally finished up, he stood over my shoulder and told me what I was doing wrong (which IMHO was nothing) and took his own shots. If it wasn't for my good manners and respect for a "house of God," I'm pretty sure I would have gone off on him.
You guessed it. That was my guy.
The thought of sitting next to this jerk for an entire four course dinner was enough to make me sick, but thank goodness for cater waitresses that treat vendors like trash .... she sat me in the corner with the cool folks from the band.
But it didn't end there! Ever the optimist, the bride marched up to me, pried my camera from my hands, and dragged me (I may have actually been kicking and screaming a little) over to Mr. Wonderful for a dance. After spending much of the reception trying to keep him and his little point & shoot out of my photos, all I really wanted to do was grab him by the throat and shake him, but by good manners prevailed and I tried to make polite conversation by asking him about his job, where he lived, etc. I guess I wasn't as chatty as I thought, because he scurried over to the sister of the bride and told her that I'm shy. I thought to myself, "Cool! He'll leave me alone and go find a more outgoing target!" No such luck. He hunted me down for another dance and some more uncomfortable conversation.
Happily the song was short (maybe my band friends saw my distress!) and I grabbed my equipment, said Goodbye to the happy couple and made a beeline for the door. I was nearly free when a cute old man who'd been sexually harassing women less than half his age all evening, hauled me to the dance floor for a polka. Dizzy from all the twirling, I staggered to my car and made my way home ... alone yet again.
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