The past week in the L.A. area has been persistently gloomy and rainy. For those of you who don’t experience glorious sunshine and warm weather usually all year-round, you probably can’t relate to the fact that over here, rain is Public Enemy No.1.
Not only does it wreak havoc on the freeways (people here just can’t comprehend the rain-thingy phenomenon), it’s also a buzz-kill on the celebration of making it to the weekend. BBQs are out, no playing at the park, forget the beach. Undeniably, by the end of last week I ranked a 9 on the bitch-scale (sorry Jace) and was downright depressed.
But impulsively on Friday, I took my 14 year-old daughter Jordan with me to see “He’s Just Not That Into You.” It’s a hilarious, reasonably accurate depiction of modern dating and it’s loaded with an all-star eye-candy cast. You’ll get your money’s worth seeing it. Guys, it’s not a total chick-flick (I generally hate those). It’s about 40% guy movie, but without the car chases and gratuitous sex. And I have two questions at the end of this post for all of you, whatever sex or transgender you may be.
Getting out Friday night and giggling with my daughter brightened the end of a crappy week. Then on Saturday night, Jace and I checked out a small comedy club.
We laughed like hyenas on crack. Funny how back-to-back nights of mirth easily wiped away all the crankiness. Now I just have to survive another week of forecasted storms.
(Brief intermission for a song clip of Neil Sedaka…)
OK – here are my questions for you. The premise of “Not Into You” is that if someone is truly interested in dating you, he or she will make it happen. (Otherwise, fuggetaboutit. Do not pass Go. Do not make excuses for the unreturned calls.)
Question #1: Could you bluntly tell your friend the heartbreaking truth that obviously their dream guy/girl is just NOT that into her/him? Feel free to provide a sample of this ego-demolishing conversation.
Question #2: Have you ever had to figure it out for yourself, after prolonged over-analyzing and ninja-like stalking, that someone just wasn’t into you? Explain.
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1 Bartholomew Woods
// Feb 11, 2009 at 11:37 pm
Come on up to the Pacific Northwest. Then you would know what gloomy weather is really like.
A lot of us suffer from “SAD” – (Seasonal Affective Disorder), so we decide to start blogs.
In response to Question #2:
Have you ever had to figure it out for yourself, after prolonged over-analyzing and ninja-like stalking, that someone just wasn’t into you? Explain.
I remember a girl named Marjorie (Oh Sweet Marjorie!) who I had a crush on in high school.
I never had the courage to approach her then.
Many years later, at a 1999 H.S. re-union, I had the opportunity to meet her again. I decided to bear my soul. I told her of my secret passion.
She uncomfortably smiled at me and said she remembered me as her paperboy. But that was it! What a letdown!
Women can be so cruel.
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2 marissa
// Feb 12, 2009 at 12:17 am
Hahahah – ha! Sorry, I’m not mocking your pain, but that’s hysterical. She remembers you as her PAPERBOY. (I’m still laughing.)
Yeah, I think we’ve all been there. After my 1st marriage collapsed, I ran into a guy from high school who, I was pretty sure, had liked me alot back then. He was nerdy and so was I. Either way, nothing ever came of it.
Well, turned out he ended up closely resembling Mel Gibson (in the Lethal Weapon years). I hinted my interest, but naturally, by then he was dating none other than some hot model. The End.
Moral of story: Men only like models. Though I’m not sure why.
3 marissa
// Feb 12, 2009 at 12:21 am
PS – I totally have S.A.D. It’s my fatal flaw. Always the nerd, I even bought some of those special lamps.
4 Bartholomew Woods
// Feb 12, 2009 at 1:01 am
Strange, But True Department
My first visit to California – 1977.
On the highway entering L.A., the song “It Never Rains In Southern California” played on the radio.
PS – Didn’t have time to enjoy the music. There was a semi-trailer truck on my rear bumper. I was in the slow lane traveling 70 mph.
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5 marissa
// Feb 12, 2009 at 8:57 am
Hehehe. Yep – sounds like you had the quintessential L.A. experience.
Only now, you’d have an SUV ridin’ your rear in the fast lane, while you’re barely registering 5 mph, due to a disabled car ahead and 60 million other vehicles traveling in the same direction.
Kinda makes you wanna visit again, huh?
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