The Rhode Island hate continues…

Through my blog stats, I found this Craigslist website that refers readers to my blog entitled “Fuck Rhode Island.” Here is the CL posting:

Title: Pawtucket Registry

GOD, anyone been to this registry lately?? This place sum’s up Rhode Island to a “T” 
I have Never (NEVER) in my life seen such a large group of degenerates in my entire life. If it wasnt for the white trash welfare cases I would have thought I ended up in a 3rd world country. 
I could actually smell the famous RI project smell on the clothes of the woman standing behind me. (anyone who has ever been to a project for any reason will only know what Im talking about) They all smell the same, so do the people. Its a “stank” that your nose will remember for life. 
Man, Im serious, I already had a shit copinion of RI before but today topped it off. I’d bet 90+% of all individuals in there today were on welfare….. and it was friggin PACKED. 
Slow moving, slow thinking, no manners, no class, no sense of responsibility, just plain ol’ nasty. Their idea of communication about things they don’t agree with or simply don’t undersatnd will be answered with the word: “Whhhaaahhh” now, you have to listen closely for the different ways they say “Whhhaaahh” (also known to humans as (what) – Because the “whhhhhhaaahhh” is Rhode Islands own type of cave man grunting and you must listen and watch the facial expressions to understand what they want, or what the level of anger in the complaint is about- 
The worst part of these people is that most of them had 1-2 children to pick up where they left off when they croak. I hate this place!!!! 
Has anyone ever read this before? I feel so much better knowing some people agree with me. 

http://basedinboston.wordpress.com/2008/07/03/fuck-rhode-island/ 

Thank you, dear stranger, for hating that turd of a state [and all the assholes living in it] as much as I do.

A Haphazard Shot In The Dark.

So, some of you may be happy to know – I have somewhat of a “guy situation.” Sort of. But not really. It’s more like, I randomly met this awesome guy through a joke Craigslist ad [in the W4M section] that I wrote with my friend, which he responded to. He wrote that he was new to town, our ad “stood out” and he could only imagine the douches that responded to it – I replied that he had no idea [we got several dick pics and offers for threesomes - yeah...], and I asked where was he from. When he said he spent some time in college in North Carolina, I was immediately hooked. We exchanged tons of hilarious emails, which turned into hilarious texts, then phone calls [mostly drunken - and yes, I saved his voicemail and listened to it, easily, 40 times. I know. I know...] Then I invited him to hang out with me and my friends on our normal Thursday night party night – and after a series of unsuccessful attempts, he finally came. And it was great. He is awesome, and funny as shit. Did I mention also adorable? I didn’t? Oh. Well, he’s very attractive. And tall. And really, really funny as shit, which was really sealed the deal for me. He makes me think harder – and I haven’t met someone who gave me such a mental workout in…well…maybe I never have. 

Bad news: He has a “lady situation” back in NC. But it’s cool. I wasn’t bugging about it then, and I’m still not. I would ask him over gchat sometimes to tell me about her, and he always just said it’s a “mess” wouldn’t say much else. Finally one Friday night, under the influence of a ton of alcohol, I prodded further and he finally answered. He said things were kind of a “mess” and he wasn’t sure what was going on – she lives so far away and is still finishing her program in school. But it was apparent to me that he has strong enough feelings for her to keep this up, even though they only started dating a few months before he moved to Boston. And I totally respect that. They want to give it – whatever it is – a chance, and that’s really not something I want to get in the middle of. 

But he still wants to hang out with me, and we have hung out several times now. He texts, IMs, or emails every other day or so – mostly random stuff. Like YouTube videos, or something funny he saw. Something that, obviously, made him think of me – something that he thought I would think is funny. And I do. We have the similar gross, vulgar sense of humor. He must like me at least somewhat – he would have stopped talking to me long ago if he didn’t.

In recent weeks, I have come to the realization that I have a big personality. Sometimes I think it’s too big, and maybe frightens guys [and people in general] away from me. Especially those kinds of people that are insecure. Because, aside from the random moments of self-doubt [usually associated with my menstrual cycle or the lousy Boston weather], I am becoming more and more “at home” in my head as time goes by. I am who I am, and I can’t change it – and fuck, I wouldn’t want to change it, anyway. I’m pretty bad-ass – fuck you if you don’t agree.

I also like saying “fuck.” That probably also scares away those who have sensitive ears to vulgarity.

Anyway, my point is that I have come to the realization that it is going to be a long time before I find a guy who is strong enough to be able to not only put up with me, but can dish it back – in the form of humor and wit, and self-confidence. Since I have been single now officially a year – and in the past year, have only had three guys make it past one date, and one guy make it past two dates – obviously I haven’t met anyone who can handle me.  

Until I met this guy. He could totally handle me. And could actually probably maybe…make me happy. Or give me a run for my money. Or something.

So here I am, friends with an awesome, hilarious, cute guy – who is amazing on paper – but who isn’t really available. And you know, that is okay. The more I think about where I am in my life, I don’t think I’m really available, either. The more I think about it, I’m still kind of behind that big wall I built a few months [a year?] ago, in hiding. And I can’t find a fucking sledgehammer.

The more I think about it…I’m not sure I want to find the sledgehammer.

Maybe it’s not my job to, anyway. Maybe that’s his job. Whoever he is. Whenever the time is right. And now…well, now is just not the right time. In the meantime, I’ll be his friend, and I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it. 

And I will not, under any circumstances, over-think the nice things he does for me [like try to get me concert tickets to a show he knows I would like] or take the following quotes taken directly from his email to me as some message that it’s “fate” that we met so randomly through a ridiculous website, out of all the people in Boston, out of all the people in the entire world…:

“Your ad stood out and I could just imagine the kind of responses it got…Your motive for writing your ad is essentially my motive for responding to it: kind of a haphazard shot in the dark for no other reason than we’re bored and we can.  Kinda rad…”

The Weird People You See While Waiting for the Boston T at Midnight on a Tuesday

Here are a few of the strange or interesting people I saw while waiting for the T tonight:

1. The old lady who looked like a more decrepit version of my ex’s mother. She had a blanket draped over her shoulders [in the heat of July] and her tennis shoes weren’t completely on her feet. She also did that homeless-and-drugged-look-around-the-room thing. I avoided eye contact. I didn’t have any spare change.
2. The cute yet dweeby-looking kid who was reading a book entitled “People Skills.” No comment necessary.
3. The tall, large woman with pink hair and lots of tattoos. She also had on huge shoes.
4. The group of noisy Northeastern students — you can always pick them out by their overt preppy-ness, and the fact that they always travel in packs of 15 or more.
5. The once-potential roommate who looked at my apartment in April. John emailed me about my ad on craigstlist, seemed interested, then a couple days later was no longer interested. Then a week after that, he sent me a facebook message [I guess he searched for me to see my picture?] and was interested again. By that point, I was sufficiently creeped out, but agreed, since I had no other prospects. So we set a day and time. It happened to be the day my ex finished moving out, and I asked him to stay until John got there, as a one last ex-boyfriend duty–you know, just in case John turned out to be a psycho murderer, my ex would be the buffer [and maybe John would spare me]. John arrived, and looked paler and with redder hair than his picture suggested. He seemed nice enough, until he asked me, “So…do you like to party?” My ex and I glanced at each other, not knowing what to say. Then my ex said, “Well, I think she parties just as much as anyone else…” I never heard back from John about the apartment, so I guess that was the wrong answer. Maybe he was hoping I’d say, “Oh yeah, had a rager last night. Just finished getting the hookers and coke cleaned up before you got here.”
6. The kid who got caught in the doors of the T, and his cell phone fell out of his pocket. I’ve never seen that happen before–I wasn’t even sure it could happen [don't they have some kind of safeguard for closing the doors on passengers, like the motion sensors in elevators?]. But it did happen. And I had to contain myself from staring, pointing, and laughing. It was awesome.
7. The girl in a cleavage-bearing top, staring at strangers, smiling to herself, and scribbling furiously in her bright orange notebook. Oh wait. That was me.