wasabi!

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i'm sad for everyone who lives in a place without lays potato chips. why am i sad for y'all? three words. wasabi and spicy curry flavours. yes those are two different kinds.

wasabi potato chips! they're green. they're utterly wrong and it's WONDERFUL. they're extra wrong because they're green and we're always told not to eat green potatoes because they're going to kill you. yes, i am contrary, why do you ask?

anyway if you can find either of these flavours i recommend trying them. if you can't you'll have to settle for miss vickie's jalopeno or roasted garlic and honey or sweet chili or... :)

yes i love food. i love food a lot. in fact my father describes his daughters as fun to feed. and we are. i think it's because we're willing to make the foodgasm face when something is particularly good.

i probably shouldn't be having curry chips for both breakfast and lunch today though, i mean my skin might end up with that curry smell and i'm not sure how that mixes with my usual garlic scented wonderfulness.

i eat enough garlic that when people tell me that a place reeks of garlic i don't smell it. i wonder what that says about my skin...

currently it reeks of woodstove and i'm not telling how many days of dirt but i'm sort of enjoying that. i expect it will be all nice and fresh smelling in an hour when i leave for work though. i'm always a tiny bit sad to bathe after i've let myself stew in my own juices a bit longer than usual. there's something so inexplicably satisfying about being dirty.

also i think it's good for you. people today are overly sheltered from dirt and germs and i think it's why the nasty stuff is on the rise. our bodies need the kind of benign germs found in dirt in order to learn what to protect themselves from. there's a reason children love mud and dirt and it isn't just to make mommy buy more tide.

i am starting to wonder if our reliance on anti-bacterials and extreme cleanliness isn't part of why cancer rates are on the rise. i'm already sure they relate to these resistant bugs that are popping up all over the place.

we are messing with shit that we don't properly understand and it's dangerous as hell. i'm always encouraging people to 'eat some dirt' so to speak. yes i know, i didn't go to medical school and i'm not entitled to an opinion. and still i tell my class things like 'your homework is to say something nice to a stranger" :)
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i got some interesting responses to my letter to my sex drive. be advised that every single piece of the following came from at least two if not more people and that (i confess) a few of these are older suggestions...

way less comments than i expected actually. people kept telling me that if i talked about sex more i would get more comments and that experiment failed. well it passed with flying colours when i passed on blow job instructions but that was totally different.

i was informed that i should chuck my blog and go hang out with my friends because that was better for me than blogging. but i mostly blog to kill time my friends aren't available to fill so that doesn't work. plus none of my friends know any single men.

it was suggested, yet again, that i turn myself into someone else. irony? everyone who suggested that is in a relationship in which they seem (or at least appear) to be entirely themselves.

my standards are apparently too high. balls, brains and maybe a smidgen of humour are me expecting way too much.

i should just find some nice man that i feel friendly toward and marry him. this chemistry stuff is overrated. being attracted to somoene is overrated. wanting someone in your bed? overrated. it's all about friendship in the end.

best of all? i should wait for the man i most recently fell for to come around [who i never dated btw]. which will NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER happen. i can tell you this unequivocally and if that word is too hard for you? with dead certainty.

yes he thinks my brain is candy but nope, not my body. not something i can change. [not something he said either, that's just the truth]

what else? oh yes i should stop hanging out with homosexuals because all that nets me are more homosexual friends. there is some truth to that. i mean every single person i hang out with is either gay or taken or not interested... and none of them are introducing me to the straight and available men in their lives.

the women i know? hmmm my sister. a bunch of bloggers and a pile of pilates instructors. not too many single men in that group.

that i should find out where the men i want actually ARE.

that most people meet their mates at university.

that people have in fact wanted to boink me but that i haven't wanted them. which is true.

oh and my job. my job is not helpful because it meets me lots of women. man if i were gay this would be so much easier.

tragically most of the women who read my blog seem to be in a similar boat. and i expect their suggestions from their friends are about the same.

and i shouldn't move in with my neighbour pile because it's asking too much for a man to get past the idea that i live with another man. said man is nineteen and gay and more of a girl than i am but that's really not relevant.

oh and maybe since i'm extra difficult and complex i should chase after men in their fifties. because yummy.

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ADDENDUM!

none of the above is unique, in fact i've heard ALL of it at least ten times from at least ten different people. nor am i taking much of this (other than the part about finding out WHERE the men i want are actually hanging out) to heart. it's just interesting how the above keeps reappearing in conversations about this stuff.

also? some of this was more pointing out circumstance than suggesting i change things (like my job ... no changing that!)
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i did invite the hot redhead from the climbing gym out for a bowl the other night and we got into a pretty intense and cool discussion. enough so that i've declared him my crushoftheweek.

oh i haven't told you about those?

yeah i've decided that since i love being crushy BUT that i can't bear the heartbreak that comes along with the really big, nasty, unrequited, drawn out and ridicilous crushes that i'll just get crushy on someone for a week and then move on.

so if a man gets enough of my attention to have me sort of looking for him the next time i'm in the same place? crush of the week. that's it though, he gets a week and then

*NEXT!*

i don't think that this will get me any more dates but it should make it easier to bear the crushes. hopefully it will also armour me from the painful ones. the ones that grab hold and don't let go.

you know just keep looking around the next corner.

i think the shittiest part about dating in this day and age is simply that noone knows the rules anymore. every person out there has their own rulebook and their own set of expectations and no one has a clue under the sun what anyone else is thinking.

for all i know the hot redhead is wondering why i didn't ask him out. or why i didn't go sit down and climb with him the next time we were at the gym or why or why or why or ... it's more likely that he's not thinking about me at all mind you.

funny though how in the space of an hour you can find out just how much you have in common with someone. or don't.

doesn't take much does it?

ah well. my sex drive has returned from whence it came and hopefully it will stay there. i suspect though that this was the proverbial shot across the bow and that spring will be hella nasty for me this year...