This is a non-Jane Austen post, but I had to write about my adventures this weekend. I was in a wedding in LA this past weekend. It was lovely (but it did rain). I thought California was going through a drought but you wouldn’t know it from when I was there. It rained for four days. At the wedding, the groom’s grandmother asked me if I was pregnant while I was holding a beer. I was completely mortified. The thing that was so hard about that is that I lost 20 pounds in the two months since the breakup with the sociopath. I feel much better and I look better (I do have about 20 more pounds to go, but up until the pregnancy comment, I was really proud of myself). A few months ago, a student asked if I was pregnant as well. It’s pretty heartbreaking and I wish that people would have a little more tact than that, but I suppose I can forgive an 80 year old I glared at the student and was pissed off at him for the rest of the period.
Secondly, I took a red eye flight from LAX to Cleveland. I got in at 6:00 am and was so excited to sleep in my own bed. I got my Uber with no problem (then he went the wrong fing way on the highway) and then when I finally got home, I went up the stairs to see my bedroom door was shut. I knew exactly who the culprit was of that affair (Pumpkin, the buttercream cat in the picture). He must have batted the door shut. Luckily, I have a master bathroom so he had access to the toilet for water, but he pooped and peed in my bed. I am already sleeping without a comforter (I threw it away hastily after I found out my ex-boyfriend had sex with a girl in my bed), so I am using a sleeping bag. So now, I have no sheets, no comforter and only a few blankets on my bed. I feel like a pauper. Welcome back to Cleveland, oh and there’s snow in the ground…in APRIL!!
So thirdly, in conversations with people over the wedding, someone brought up a dating website called Plenty of Fish. I have a friend who met a guy on that website and I am intrigued, but it got really terrible reviews. I have used online dating websites in the past, and I didn’t like how I felt that there was no chemistry and it felt, I don’t know…artificial. I think about Jane Austen’s day where men and women would meet and social events like balls and parties. There is something about making eye contact with a guy, being introduced to him and dancing that produces more chemistry than a picture and a carefully worded profile ever will I think. But maybe I am wrong. Has anyone tried online dating? I would love to hear your experiences with it.