"You never had game, you were just a slut"

I'm perplexed.

Is it not 2008? Women DO still have the right to vote, right? tell me if I'm missing something here. seriously. We have jobs and lives, correct? so why did my co-worker comment that I looked nice today and then proceed to ask me if I had a new boyfriend? I literally did a Scooby impression and turned my head to the side looking at her like she was the creature from the Blue Lagoon. Since when does dressing up (I wasn't really dressed up any more than usual. I was just wearing open toed shoes.) equate to having a new boyfriend? I felt as if I had stepped in a worm hole and landed in 1950. I guess with my open toed shoes I should have been wearing a poodle skirt and tight sweater.

On the topic of dating: I've recently noted that I have not had nearly the number of suitable suitors since I moved to a large city as a did when I lived in a small one. I pondered this.........in a crappy little town in the mid west I was never in need of a date, yet now that I've moved to a bay side city where there are millions of young men-and Ricans at that!- my social life has been, well, lackluster. How could this be?! There certainly must be something wrong with the universe, right? a planet out of alignment? knocked off kilter? No? Really?! so, what gives?

And of course the answer came slower than it should have: networking. in a mid western city people are separated by two or three degrees. Therefor, when you meet someone, chances are, that you probably already know them........sort of. Your best girl friend used to date his cousin's step-brother. And there you have a jump off! But, it's not so in a large city. Every meeting is like starting fresh and I deduced that filling my calendar in this setting would require "game". The skill of picking up someone of the opposite sex. I commented to a friend from my home town about this phenomenon and that I needed to brush up on said skills. He replied, "You never had game! you were just a slut". A slut? really? slut sounds so old. Like someone who's hanging out in a shady bar, GnR t-shirt falling off her shoulder, hitting guys up for drinks. *insert sad face here*

So this is what I get from you people, huh? I'm nothing without a man (per my backward ass co-worker) and I'm an old sleazy bar fly in order to get one. wow.

Well, I say fuck you both. I have a date Saturday night :D