Someone is looking for someone like you. I look around suspiciously - me? A married 40 + woman with two kids, bills to pay and not enough time as it is. View singles in your area. View them doing what? They don't stop - those e-mails which began in earnest coincidentally about the time I started blogging.
Along with the offers - credit cards aimed at "hip" people who eat at the right restaurants, listen to the right music on their ipod (would this be the time to admit that I don't own one), go to the right clubs (without being shown the rope) and eat the right cheeses. Become a food critic...okay, can't I just do that from the comfort of my own home? Well, they did say they'd pick up the tab. Still, no thanks.
Apparently I don't fit the blog demographic, yet many of the blogs I visit (no offense) don't seem to either. How refreshing is it that in this world where posers are upheld as the ideal, my niece who does fit the demographic is off in southern India working on harvesting silk worms on her summer before her senior year at college. Well that was last week, she seems to be eager for the next assignment. She's working with families who probably earn about $17 a month. I am incredibly proud of her for being just the type of person for whom above ads would be meaningless.
But enough about that little do-gooder:) Back to me - nights out, fine food, dancing!
Who am I kidding? Even if they picked me up in a limo to deliver me, I would politely decline. I couldn't be happier than when in my own home, in my own jammies, barefoot, dancing the "Numa Numa" with my kids in the kitchen. Hey, you think it was easy getting past Adrian on the ropes - I had to wear my stylish jammies.