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A better Monday than the last


Last Monday at this time I was feeling like death...and lookin' like it too!

This Monday begins a new week and a new and hopefully improved blonde. I started the day off with 45 minutes of cardio and some squats. My fantastic roomate (who has no morning commitments but still wants to get up at 6:30am to be my work-out buddy) and I have commited to getting our Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays started just like this morning, with an energetic workout. We'll change it up...doing things like swimming, walking, running and maybe taking a class at the gym. I figure not only will this help me feel good in my oh so silky bridesmaid dresses, but it might even put me in a better mood before work, making me like junior highers a little more perhaps? Oh did I mention my free weights had dust bunnies all over them? (there's my confession for the day!)

This week I return to bartending on Monday nights. There's nothing I hate more than feeling enslaved to my frenemies Sallie Mae and At&t, oh and the Portuguese man who collects my rent. I will file taxes this week, then anxiously wait for my tax return or IOU, depending on how our country decides to compensate me for my hard work.

All of these trivial things (trivial in the grand scheme really) put me in check. If I am on top of my finances and other adult-ish life stuff (boo!) and spending time doing things that make me feel alive (like working out!) somehow my whole world seems better. This sounds dramatic, but hang in there...It's like my perspective, self-image and outlook become...better. A part of that better-ness would include my outlook on....you guessed it-DATING. Okay hopefully you didn't just just throw up a little in your mouth. I of all people (evidence for this in blogs below) hate dating. However, I can't help but feel better (that might be the 100th time I used that adjective in this blog) about the whole dating thing.

A friend of mine recently enlightened me. We'll call him Mr. A...or perhaps "Master of the females" (that's a little shout out for you Mr. A, in case you didn't catch it). This master-mind and I often talk about men/women stuff, dating, blah blah blah. He has truly mastered the art form of picking up on women, in a totally non-scummy way. Actually I would say he has just mastered simply talking to women (yup, that's all it takes!) His M.O: leave a woman better than when you met her. Anyway, after my blabbering on about one of the P1-4's he made a great point. "Don't jump through any hoops. YOU are the prize. YOU are....(insert nice compliments here)"

My response= huh?...at first. Now, after chewing on that for about 2 weeks, I'm a slow learner, I realize...That's right! I've been focusing so much on not being so harsh and making men jump my hoops that I've forgot to be aware not to jump theirs! And truly, the nice guys (who hopefully don't finish dead last) won't have these ridiculous hoops. More where that came from, but only so much time today...Anyway, Thank you Mr. A. You are a gem.

More on new perspective to come. Perhaps in a Tangeant Tuesday segment ;)

Nothin but love,
Blonde Story Short

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Marc Shulman said…
Mr. A is a scum bag! Just kidding. He and I go out and have fun. I'm very impressed at his skills. We definitely get into some trouble together...and will moreso in the near future.
February 23, 2009 at 12:49 PM
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