Life as AFAC

1.The nice men are ugly.

2.The handsome men are not nice.

3.The handsome and nice men are gay.

4.The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.

5.The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money

6.The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.

7. The handsome men without money are after our money.

8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don’t think we are beautiful enough.

9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.

10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!

11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.

NOW, WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN?

“Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it’s our job, to stomp all over ‘em and keep ‘em in the dark till they mature into something you’d like to have dinner with.”

(note: I wish I wrote this but it’s just a forwarded email. It cracks me up. I can so relate. carol)

I wrote a long blog before the “retirement planner” post. It was my 6th month evaluation of Shanghai. It was heartfelt . Now that the honeymoon period is over, I wrote in detail about a lot of things…. talking about the ups and downs in shanghai, talking about our new office, talking about how it’s not easy to produce work here and how frustrating it can be, talking about new friends… the best thing so far in shanghai. I wrote about a recent heartbreat and how low I was feeling and how it was affecting my spirit and my work. I wrote how I was coping and dealing with it in the best way I can.

I showed my dark side in that blog, the cliche scorpion in me that people rarely see. I was honest. Too honest, possibly. Too much show of emotion. And for some reason, when I checked my blog today, the post that I was sure was posted successfully, was nowhere to be found.

A higher being must be trying to protect me from myself.