my bizarro dating life

One of my goals in starting a blog was to have a place to record the funny little things that happen in life but don't quite make the cut into the real journal, the hard copy that I will pass on to my descendants who probably won't care. Today, as I stood with my butt under the hand dryer in the women's restroom at the gym, I realized that today was one of those days.

Just the other day I was telling my friends about how I got pursued romantically by a schizophrenic high-schooler, asked out by an openly married man, and proposed to by a non-English-speaking Mongolian, all in a matter of months. At least, I think it was a proposal. The only thing that was really clear was that, notwithstanding my emphatic correction, he persisted in calling me "my wife" from then on. Anyway, after playing human jungle gym with my nephews for a few hours today, I decided I wanted to go swimming (for the first time in three years) and then spend some time in the sauna. While in the sauna I got trapped in conversation with a stuttering midget who I could have sworn was hitting on me. The way I found out that he was not, in fact, hitting on me, was that, after he tried to hug me, he tried to set me up with the next guy that walked into the sauna. Unfortunately, he was not interested. The one time I would have been grateful for my bizarro dating life...

Oh, are you still wondering about my unconventional use of the hand dryer? I just forgot to take a towel.