2001-02-20 - 14:27:44
New-Zealand-Boy Rant

I got an email from Antarctic Boy yesterday. Of course, I should probably call him New Zealand Boy now ... he's left the frozen continent and is apparently using his wages from that 6-month research job for an extended roaming vacation Down Under.

Beats me why he took so long to reply to my Christmas email ... It could be that he had limited access from Antarctica. *shrug* Oh well. He won't be back north until sometime this summer, for the rafting season ... Did I ever mention that he was once a river rafting guide? This boy has had more odd, exotic jobs than I can count, besides being a Stanford grad with a master's degree in biology. His parents are software geniuses who retired at age 27 and only work when they need a little extra cash for something or other.

I wish I had a life like that. On my own earnings, without riding anyone else's coattails. Damn. I wish I'd found something exciting and lucrative to do when I was younger!

Well, this nixes Nappy and Jocasta's plan to hold a "joint birthday party" next month ... his birthday is 2 days before mine, you see, and they'd still like to set us up together. Personally, I think Jocasta's attempts at playing "Emma" aren't likely to end in success ... especially since Antarctic Boy recently told Nappy that he thought he'd probably be celibate for life. (?!?) Go figure. Jocasta says he must be still recovering from the breakup with his latest girlfriend, last year. I don't know. Anybody got any other ideas why a healthy 25-year-old male would decide to be celibate?

Anyhow. I only mention all this because it's all I hear from my female friends lately, and from Mom as well: "Have you emailed XXX again lately?" or "Have you replied to XXX's email yet today?" Bleaugh. I need to get a real social life, so people won't blow a handful of innocent friendly meetings into an Incipient Romance of Epic Proportions. Even if I were determined to pursue him, all this attention would totally change my mind. I'm sick of matchmaking. It didn't work when my aunt tried it years ago with a "suitable" Californian visiting his cousins up here (and he was damn cute, too), or with any of the boys in my church, and I always ended up getting my hopes up for no reason.

Notice any potential matchmaker reading this: In future, while I don't object to being introducted to your "suitable" male friends, NEVER ask me zillions of questions about him afterwards, and please don't ask him what he thinks of me, or even offer to do so.

Okay, end of rant now. *sigh*

In more cheerful news ... Well, there is no more cheerful news yet, except that I'm mostly over my cold. Oh, and I have the most adorable little plant on my desk now. It has pink-and-green leaves, and the tiny pot sits in this little clear plastic well gizmo. A string comes out the bottom of the pot like a wick, so it self-waters.

(Yes, I am easily amused. *grin*)

And the weather is nice, much better to go fetch the mail in. Have a nice day, y'all.