Good timing? Good Luck?

Glad I quit my job on a whim and ran off to Dubai!!!

I found out today that THIS happened the day I left for Dubai.  

This was the parking deck at my firm.  I parked in that exact area on the second floor... every single day!  

That was lucky!

This is an apology to the ladies

I am not a romantic.  Not even close.  I never will be.  I officially realized this when I went to see Sex and the City this past weekend. 

I liked the movie.  Just not in the same way as everyone around me.  When the movie was over, it seemed like everyone was wiping the tears from their eyes, including the people I came to see the movie with.  I could hear women talking as we left the theater, about how many times they cried.  Not only could I not figure out what parts of the movie were tear worthy, I didn't find any part of the movie the least bit sad.  It was romantic.  And it makes me cringe. 

Anytime a  bunch of girls are watching Sex and the City there is inevitable talk of 'Which character are you?'  We've all gotten the junk emails and quizzes posing this same question.

There are two answers to that question: either Carrie, the quirky romantic, or Charlotte, the hopeless romantic.  No one ever answers Samantha, cuz let's face it, no one wants to be the whore.  And even less common an answer is Miranda, the frumpy, bitter, anti-relationship, unromantic realist.  I have recently realized, no matter how much I wish I could be a girly girl and want a fairytale ending... I don't.   I'm a Miranda.  

Later this weekend, my  mom and I went and saw another chick flick.  In this one a man gets up and starts to serenade his soon to be bride.  I had to fight the urge to regurgitate my popcorn and try to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head as all the other patrons of the movie made a collective, "awwwww" sound.  

The ironic part is that somehow I seem to be a magnet for sappy guys (the most recent one being the only exception)  The poor saps don't know what they're getting themselves into.  They are so proud of themselves when they bust out the poetry or break out their best cliche one-liners, only to have me laugh in their face and stomp all over their little man egos, while I grab the remote and turn on the tv as I chuckle away.

So, I'm sorry to all the ladies out their who are stuck with insensitive assholes.  They were probably genuinely sweet and romantic guys at one time.   Then someone like me got ahold of them and shit all over their romantic little gestures and they were never heard from again.

Oops.