  "he wouldn't know what do with me. " summer's on and i'm hooked onto two new reality shows: "for love or money" (because non-cable-me i never got to see "the bachelor") and "canadian idol" (funny how people across the country look so distinctly unamerican and half of them look like people i would see around this city - except they haven't shown the halifax auditions yet). anyways, blah blah blah. reality shows are unnecessary evils. after "for love" and "canadian idol" are over can i comfortably swear off all reality shows (except "amazing race") because all the other new ones are pretty much just trying to cash in on the waning trend and only exist as very sad imitations of their successful precedessors.
on "for love" we can't decide if the bachelor is a good guy or not but we don't like him a whole lot in any case so while we want to continue to see the good contestants in future episodes, we don't actually want the better girls to hook up with the sleazeball. this evening, stacey, unfortunately, was amongst five women to be sent off the show. she was terrific. she had the sleekest legs a mile long. she was mesmerizing. in the first show, she already stated, in a matter-of-fact kind of way that the bachelor had never met anyone like her.
she never had to put out. she was a mystery. cool. i like to think that the guy realized that she was far too good for him and that if he kept her on the show he honestly wouldn't know what to do with her - could the blundering idiot entertain the queen? i don't think so! and he knew it to so rather than risking looking the fool on a date with her, he let her go. thus far, i get the feeling that that statement applies to me, too: "he doesn't know what to do with me," because urlLink i'm a creature unlike any other .
(did i just write such cheese? ) and i realized this from the occasion delving into some "woman-empowering" magazine (like cosmo, i'm being very sarcastic if you can't tell) and noticing that i don't think like the women they are targeting with their magazine. i was simply brought up differently (but not without my own set of neuroses) and then i fancy that certain things that happened when i was seventeen-or-so were very formative into the kind of woman i am today.
unfortunately the reason that i think that someone doesn't know what to do with me is that i haven't found (but once, and that is another story) anyone in my league. settling too low, you know? so what i'm looking for... is my match. and then i really wonder what i will do.... urlLink read more.... 
