Girl Seeking Wealthy Man

If you are ever in wonder about the authenticity of an email you got the best place to go is Snopes.com this website basically tells you whether there is a family of alligators in the sewers of New York (false) or whether that Amber Alert is real (some are some aren't), they are really good at breaking down whatever it is you are looking for. I especially hate it when people just forward those emails that say, if you forward this to 10 people Bill Gates will send you a check for $10,000.00, or if you send this to 100 people that little boy in that remote island off that unknown coast will finally get the medical attention he needs for that rare disease none of can pronounce, snopes.com will tell you what is true and what is not. I get a new urban legend each day to read about, some are weird, some are sad and some are really funny, take this one I read today.

This one is from an ad on Craig's List in the New York region, basically this "attractive" 25 year old girl wants to know why she can't find a guy that makes at least 500k a year, and I quote...

What am I doing wrong?

Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate, classy. I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think I'm over reaching at all.

She goes on further to say exactly what she is looking for, now I am someone that doesn't take these sort of things too seriously but it did irk me a bit I also couldn't help but laugh at her ad because who is she to say she is beautiful, classy and articulate, right now none of those seem even remotely close but I digress. What really makes me laugh is the response she gets from a man who fits her qualifications.

He basically says that her proposition is a lousy business deal because all she has to offer is her looks and that over time her looks will probably fade where as his money will probably grow he goes on to say and I quote...

So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!

So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold... hence the rub... marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "by you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease.

He too goes on further and it makes me think what was this girl expecting, someone say, oh you are so beautiful marry me? COME ON SERIOUSLY??

But what I think is the funniest part about this whole ad is what snopes.com found out. it seems that the ad actually could have been real, they have the status as undetermined meaning they could not find conclusively that it is true or false but gives you what they did find. They even say that...

The Craigslist ad (which was posted to its New York boards) may have been on the up and up: in an 8 October 2007 New York Times article, a spokesperson for the online community said, "it does look as if the post was made sincerely." The anonymous poster has since removed her solicitation from Craigslist.

Snopes.com goes on to say that gals seeking sugar daddies is not new, we all know this but what I didn't know (and here is why I had to write about this) is that there are two (yes count them 2) websites that are specifically catered to those looking for a rich man or woman to take care of them. Those two websites are Seeking Millionaire and Seeking Arrangements, this is where I just lost it, I was laughing uncontrollably in my little cube (to which my co-workers are now wondering what was in my morning drink). You know I went on these two websites to see what it was all about and no I did not sign up for it. Where was this website 10 years ago when I was 22 and so could have used a sugar daddy (I kid I kid I've always been too independent for that). You just have to go on and check them out, I never realized how many handsome rich men there were out there who so just wanted a young girl to spend their money. Damn I missed my calling I so could spend their money, oh well next life.

Here is the link for the full story on this ad Fool's Gold Digger (ENJOY)

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Why Is It?

Why is it that when you forget to go to the bathroom before you leave for your 45 minute drive home you have to go really bad 5 minutes into the drive?

Why is it that when you have to pee, you see that you don't have enough gas to make it home?

Why is it that is precisely when your phone rings and you start talking forgetting to stop at the gas station which happens to be the last one before you hit the highway?

Why is it then you get off the phone you start to look for the gas station you have to go all over until you finally find one, oh and did I mention it is now pouring?

Why is it that when you finally get the gas and are finally back on route to home, the freeway (that normally actually isn't too bad, because you are going the opposite way of all the other traffic) is backed up for miles?

Why is it that when you finally make it to your driveway, and start to try to unlock the door to your house that you seem to fumble and can't get the damn key into the lock?

Why is it that when you finally unlock the door and are about to reach the bathroom that is when your bladder decides to release, so you fumble with your pants get them off and finally get to go?

Why is it that is when you finally get to go it is BEST feeling EVER!!!

I know TMI, but why why why...

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Vicodinland

Sorry I haven't posted in a little while, my internet connection at home has been down and you know how hard it is to get a real person on the phone to fix it. So I'm posting at work today.

Well, Monday was a great day (insert sarcasm) I had one of the worse migraines I've had in a long time, I've been getting them more frequently lately and Monday's was a real bad one. I have a doctors appointment next week so hopefully he can figure out what the hell is going on in my head. (Well I might need a different doctor for that one). Then to top off such a great Monday, I had my 2nd part of my root canal. All went great until all the novicaine wore off at about 11pm, then OMG the pain. I have a very high tolerance for pain, but this was way beyond anything that I've experienced recently. So I popped a whole bunch of Advil so I could try to sleep, yeah that didn't work so well. I actually dreamt about my pain, in my dreams I was in pain. So needless to say Monday SUCKED ASS!!!!

But that's okay, cuz on Tuesday I called the dentist and told him Advil ain't cutting it and so they called me in a prescription for vicodin. It's only 5mg but let me tell you, that 5mg sure as hell helped to get the pain down to where it is tollerable, (unless you accidently eat something on that side. HOLY MOTHER FUCKER that hurts).

So hopefully the worse part is over, and now I just have to get the tooth posted and put a crown on it, which isn't too bad.

By the way there is a funny bit that Bill Engval does about Vicodin and when he had taken a pill during a vacation in the bahamas. If you have yahoo, or iTunes you probably can find it there, unfortunately I couldn't find a link to play it on here.

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Road Rage

Being that I am Greek, and I unfortunately have my fathers temper, it is easily stated that I have major ROAD RAGE. I have always considered myself a good driver, I don't ever feel nervous about driving, and luckily I really haven't been in any accidents (okay Misa I know I know). The one that I was in I rear ended a couple when I was 17 because I was being a rubber neck. Luckily, there were no damages and Misa was in the car with me and was talking to the people and how cute their kid was. It was just a bump really not a full on force CRASH!!!

But today, oooooh this morning, I'm on my way to work and the traffic is pretty normal. I speed up to change into the left lane, because it was moving a bit faster, I check my mirror, look over my shoulder and even have my left blinker on. I start to move over, and the MOTHER FUCKER in the left lane behind me, decides to speed up and not let me in. He basically not only cuts me off, but forces me to get back into my lane and I've already got two tires over the line. Not only am I forced back into my lane, but I have to pretty much slam on my brakes because of the person in front of me is slowing down. If that COCK SUCKER had just let me in (I was going the same speed as he was) all would've been fine. GRRRR!!!! So, I honk my horn and do the WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM LOOK and do you know what this asshole did, he basically laughed at me. OH NO HE DIDN'T. So I get stuck behind this slow poke and I'm seething, but I'm like Whatever. So I go to pay the toll (I don't have a fast pass so I can't just fly through) and do you believe this asshole actually honked his horn at me, and waved. Like HA HA.

Well, he's messing with the wrong woman. I pay the toll, and fly through (now I'm pissed). This probably wasn't the smartest thing, but oh Mario Andriette came out of me. I speed up, and start looking for him, and guess what I did. He thought he was so smart, Ha, I pull in front of him, and slow down (not a whole bunch, to cause an accident I'm that stupid), but enough for him to realize it's me. I just wanted to show him that I'm not some scared woman who doesn't know how to drive, and who can't play with the big boys. He definitely had a look of surprise. He changed lanes and went on his way. I didn't follow him or try to play games, I got what I wanted, him to realize hello I'm back.

But I really wanted to get a picture of his car, to post on the web, just to say, Watch out for this guy. But alas I didn't.

This story reminds of another story involving my father, a girl, road rage, and 3 court dates. I will tell you that another time, I need to get to work now, and I've calmed down a bit. Hope everyone else had a better drive into work this morning then I did.

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The strangest proposition I've ever had

So a friend of mine, who also I've "hooked" up with in the past, asked me the strangest favor this past weekend. I wasn't sure if I should share it, but then I thought, why the hell not, it's funny and everyone else that I've told was like that's odd, so I figured why not share it with the blog world and see what you think.

Now, a little background, M is an old friend who I've known for quite a long time, and we've on occasion in the past have been friends with benefits. We still joke around and send text and emails that are sexual in nature but it's all in fun. So M has bought a condo and gutted the condo and re-doing everything on his own. Yes he is quite handy. Well about a month ago we were emailing each other and he had said, that when the time comes he would need me to do a favor for him, but he didn't want to get into it now. So I was like, "sure whatever you need me to do". I'm thinking help him pick out linens or curtains for his new place once he is finished. NO that's not it.

On Saturday night, I sent out a text to some friends saying "Happy St. Patty's Day" M being one of those people, writes back, "Thanks, 2nite the Irish in me comes out" to which I reply, "Can that Irish come in me" (oh the scandal). So we text each other back and forth, silly little sexual inuendoes. Then I remembered the favor, so I ask, "Hey what's this favor you want?" He texts back, "Too long to write call me later."

I finish work around 11:30pm and call him up, he's out with friends, and I say, "okay what's this favor you want?" M replies, "you are going to laugh at me, but I'm serious." So now I'm really intrigued. M goes on to say, "as you know, I am fixing up my condo, and I'm pretty much finished with the bathroom, all I have to do is seal up the back wall, and then I'm done, but I realized I don't want to seal the wall until I make sure that nothing leaks from the bath tub, and I was thinking, crap who can I get to take a shower while I'm on the otherside of the wall making sure that nothing is leaking from the tub, and I thought of you." I start to laugh and say, "So let me get this right, you want me to take a shower while you are on the other side of the wall making sure that nothing is leaking, okay??? Can't you just have someone run the water and check to see if anything is leaking?" He says, "well I need someone in the shower moving around, like I would be if I was showering." I say, "You know M, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask." He laughes, and says, "No serious I just want to make sure that there are no leaks before I seal up the wall." I think to myself, "yeah because every construction worker has their co-worker take a shower to make sure there are no leakes" {HEY Bubba, why don't you jump in there and shower for me while I make sure it don't leak. Says Hank the construction worker with the ass cleavage}.

Well, needless to say I agree, (sort of) and say, "well if you really need me to do this, I'll help, but there had better not be a camera behind that wall, and all of a sudden I'm on the internet, cuz you know I have a few more pounds to lose." M replies, "no, no seriously I really appreciate this, and I knew that you wouldn't think I was crazy." To which I reply, "Well, I do think you are but I'll still help."

We make plans to meet up, sometime the following week, and I will go over there, and (wear a bathing suit, or just move the shower head around and make sure nothing leaks). I think M is just overthinking this just a bit, and is more worried then he needs to be, but I get his concern, so if I can help I will. But honestly the was the strangest proposition I've ever had, and I've had some weird ones.

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