Fried Sooners

I love how at the State Fair you can get anything fried and served to you on a stick.
And that's all I'll say about the game...

Friday night I went to a house (apartment)party to kick off the rivalry weekend. It was great. It was also the first time I've seen Cupcake since all that drama. Cupcake was good, it was nice to see her. We're not buddy-buddies as we were before, but hey, I'm not going to salvage my relationship with other people in the group, just because she and I had some drama-drama-drama.

But this girl is so entertaining, I wish you all could have been there to witness, what I would call: Desperation & Needy.

She is that girl that pretends she is drunk for the attention.
She is that girl dangling on every guys arm, as bait.
She is that girl that begs all her friends, to follow said guys to the bar, because she feels that further her chances.
She is that girl that gets upset when the guys, who have been at the bar 20 minutes before we arrived, already have other girls on their arms.
She is that girl that texts/ calls everyone she knows, while at the loud, crowded bar. Why? ATTENTION.
She is that girl that cries when drunk because she is alone.
She is that girl that admitted to me the next day, that she needs a man.
She is that girl that was shocked that I'd rather watch the game than give boys my attention...seriously isn't that why we were at the bar? To watch the game?

I just cannot stand that certain type of girl that every time you are at the bar, is seen as Single Woman Walking. Last chance to ever find a man or something...do you know what I mean? Its a severe and sad case of neediness.

I have friends that if we are at the bar and there is not one prospect for them, they want to leave.
I have friends where if there will be no single people at the party, they don't even want to go.
What is up with that?

I'm sorry but I don't need a man in my life. I feel that if I have great friends; am successful; healthy; and know what I want in life---the guy will fit right into it, if not, c'est la vie.
But I have friends where they feel that if they have a man, all the rest will come and they will be happy, with a man.
How fucked up is that?

Forget your friends, forget life, forget having a good time.

It makes for an extremely not fun time for me to be around you, at the bar or a party. I'm going to have fun regardless of the single to married ratio. I'm going to enjoy it, even if all the guys at the bar are over forty and probably have a child.
Who cares? I came to enjoy a good time with you. Not to hook up. My occupation is not hoochie-mama and I am not on a man hunt.

It reeks desperation and neediness. There is no other stronger pheromone than that. Men smell it and go in for that easy kill.
Dunzo.

And then they wonder: why didn't he call me? why don't I have boyfriend? why aren't I married with kids?

It is sad, but very entertaining.

In other news, I think my Pei Wei on a Sunday afternoon, may be the hot spot. Again this Sunday, I had a craving and walked over for a rice bowl. Bill Fichtner opened the door for me and sat next to me while we waited for our orders. He is much shorter in person than I'd imagined, not that I ever think I'd run into him, but you know. And his wife, holy cow, she is drop dead gorgeous.