Got up early and kicked off a full-blown, white-trash shopping day. And I LOVED it!!!
Went to Wal-Mart (“Wally’s”), Target (“Boutique Tar-zhay”) and a whole lotta “dollar stores” throughout Alexandria and Springfield. I was just one happy little dollar-store whore today. Woo hoo!!! Not to mention that SM and I cleaned out (well, she was really the one) the dollar store next to Bally’s yesterday. I have lots of new crap, and it was dirt cheap (except the damn Tampax … I refuse to buy “discount” tampons!). It’s amazing what a bargain shopper I have become in recent months.
Personal Ad Hell, Part Deux
One of the reasons I liked RK was, in his ad, he stated:
“If you call with in the next 20 minutes, we will throw in the sensitive and ‘nice guy’ options as well as YES a set of ginsu steak knives. CALL NOW!!!! Operators are standing by.”
The ad was creatively done, and it prompted me to respond (to his initial response to my ad) that he’d be sold if he just met me, and that there was a free toaster in it for him if he wasn’t satisfied.
Well. …
Inspired by yesterday’s post, I wrote to him this morning. I wanted to be more “cavalier,” but the fact of the matter is that I really liked the guy. Here’s the note:
RK,
Well, since our brief foray into dating didn’t work out, I was wondering when I would be receiving my Ginsu knives. Lol. In fact, I do believe I promised a toaster if not satisfied. Where shall I mail that? 🙂
I was just ranting on my website and figured I’d share a compliment with you. You were the most normal and interesting respondent I’ve gotten, and I’ve received a bunch. You were the only one, though, that I was inclined to meet and to actually retain a contact with (I had a sense that you would become someone special in my life … And I have had to deal with the fact that my intuition was completely off). Now the match.com folks are telling me I have to pay to respond to my newest letters, so I pulled my profile. Gone. Poof. I just wondered if the women who respond to these ads are as, well, “special” as some of the men.
At any rate, I don’t expect a response. I’m heading out to Starbucks to drown my sorrows in a caramel macchiato, so hope all is well with you and here’s to hoping that the ever elusive love connection that we both seek can happen for both of our wayward souls at some point in this journey we call life. 🙂
Cavalier
Mom said that if he DOES send a set of knives, that would be the best damn real-life love story she’d ever heard of. But then again, would he really trust me with a knife? We ARE just a few miles from where Lorena Bobbitt chopped off Johnny’s proud little pecker … RK might hope to NOT inspire me in such a way!!!