Monthly Archives: January 2009

I would like to direct your attention to another savvy post over at Jake’s place called “Becoming Ourselves,” an unconditional rumination on unconditional love.

From a him to a her, via Instant Messenger: “…Women rule our worlds, period. And, we are lucky to be any where near them – that’s fo realz. Period. End of story. You guys win. I’m already over it.”

“I know no one over there,” she told her friend with glee as they schemed their abroad plans. “But, my professor is hooking me up. She’s given me a list of contacts. Who knows what will come of them. There’s … Continue reading →

“Omigawd,” her friend exclaimed. “The list is working! I was at the gym today and this cute guy started talking to me, and he totally didn’t need to. It was one of those things where I looked behind me to … Continue reading →

“So, the purpose of the ‘man list’ is to manifest your potential suitor by listing the specific qualities of what you are seeking. It’s like putting your order in to the Universe Cafe.” She said to her cohort with reassurance, … Continue reading →

As their beloved patient Ignacio was leaving the waiting room, he turned to the team of alternative therapists and said to them: “Ladies, it’s a shame you are not married. You need to make a list.” “I made my list … Continue reading →

“It just occurred to me that he was a boy! A 40 + year old boy in men’s clothing. And, with that, I could let him go. I mean, I want a man. A real man. Not some guy who … Continue reading →

“It’s so sad,” she said over the phone. “Why?” asked her friend on the other line. “Well, when you invest so much into a relationship, and it ends up going nowhere…” Her on-call friend picked up what she was putting … Continue reading →

“She owns a wrecking ball company in the city,” she exclaimed. “Can you believe that?!” “What did she name the company? Ball Busting, Inc.?” her friend replied wryly.

“So how do I sign off this email?” she asked her friend over the phone. She was emailing a copy of the divorce letter to the main character of her past life. “Can’t you just send it?” her friend answered. … Continue reading →