What Could Be More Amazing Than My Own Stupidity?

Sometimes my own stupidity amazes even me.  I do think of myself as an intelligent, mature individual, but in a matter of moments I am able to regress 20 years in time.  And I'm frankly very disappointed in me.

So a friend invited me for a weekend get away, and what's the first thing I do?  I call a boy I've had sex with and would like have sex with again to make sure he's in town and I will see him.  And it makes me sick to my stomach.  Honestly, it is highly unlikely that said boy and I will ever have sex again.  He's seeing someone; I live on the other side of the country; and despite all my ranting, I do still have a ridiculous crush on new-boyfriend (who is soooo not my boyfriend).

I counsel women all the time (unsolicited, of course) on maintaining self-worth, knowing their own tremendous value, and not putting up with crap.  And I do take my own advice when the boy is ugly.  But every time I am sexually attracted to someone, I regress to the seventh grade.  Allow said boy to ignore me?  CHECK.  Allow said boy to talk down to me?  CHECK, CHECK.  Still have sex with said boy given the opportunity?  Absolutely.

I know hormones are at play here, but why must they override the portion of my brain screaming for me to use common sense and good judgment?  I blew off  plans with a girlfriend.  I blew off a triathlon.  And I would blow off my own salvation if there was a chance I could get laid. 

And although I'm embarrassed by my behavior (and my gross lack of self restraint...self worth...well, you get it) ...and even though I know that I do this because of my crazy, oxycontin hormones that program me to procreate.... I have to question Mother Nature.  Because what kind of mother would I make if I blew off my kid for a hot piece of ass?

I don't mean to be prejudice,

but my huge, huge crush on Jon Stewart was killed when I learned he's only 5'7".

An Ode to US Airways (and my Hatred of Them)

As Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching, I have had to re-evaluate travel plans.  Many, many months ago, I booked a ticket on US Airway to go back to Washington and see my husband and our friends.  But since I am now getting divorced, and "our" friends have now become HIS friends, the point of the trip seems moot.

I used my well-earned miles to book said ticket.  I've endured baggage fees, invasive searches (oh, I have!), bad food, middle seats, delays, re-directs, rude services, cramped knees, idiots reclining their seats into my lap like a barcalounger....  My travel experiences with this airline have -- each and every time -- absolutely sucked.  (Why do I continue to fly with this subpar company?  Because they are the cheapest, duh.  Stop asking stupid questions.)

So when I called to cancel my ticket and redeposit my well-earned miles, imagine my flaming anger when I was charged  $150 in fees for the change.  Even when -- and this is the real kicker -- my original flight had been rescheduled and yet another layover was added to my return.  When I asked if the fee could be waived in lieu of this departure from my original itinerary, I was given a polite "Fuck you very much" and asked for a credit card number.

This situation is much like being invited to dinner and then asked to do the dishes.  But to have a ticket changed and then to pay a fee...it's more like being invited to dinner and asked to blow the chef.  And US Air, I would really like to bite your dick right now....I really, really would.