My Random Blog

Vanilla Ice hit me up again tonight. (Shocking.) He appears to be, according to my call log, on an “Every Three Days Try Again with Corrina” schedule. I told him no, again, of course. But it got me to thinking…

Here is this hot guy, forever chasing me around. But he’s obviously not “thee” guy. And the ones I’ve hoped might be thee guy weren’t either. My luck has been less than stellar, to say the least.

I saw on Oprah, one day a while back, that writing what you are seeking in a mate will somehow put it out into the universe and eventually that person will find you.

In the interest of Oprah Science, I have decided to compose such a list.

I’m sure most people write out their lists privately and tuck it away somewhere, but I figure the Universe has a better shot of reading mine if I put it here.

So listen up, Universe, because here it comes.

The qualities I am seeking in my ideal (male) partner are (I specify “male” because I don’t know all the rules and if the Universe sent me a chick with all these qualities, that would just be cruel, being that I happen to be straight.):

1. Has a great sense of humor.
2. Is a great kisser.
3. Is attractive to me.
4. Loves life.
5. Doesn’t take himself too seriously.
6. Gets along well with others.
7. Will watch football and drink beer with me on game days.
8. Loves his mom.
9. Loves animals.
10. Believes in God.
11. Affectionate.
12. Smart.
13. Has a job.
14. Considerate.
15. Honest.
16. Not homophobic and/or racist.
17. Sexually compatible with me.
18. Can stay up late.

Those are no particular order, but all are important to me on different levels.

And there is my “wish” list for whomever I find, or whomever finds me. Until then, I’ll just keep on keepin’ on. And telling Vanilla no.

Peace and Universal Wishes.

Just got home from work and thought I’d throw a post up.

The guy who fixed my mirror is officially out of the picture. I’m almost sure that blogging about a guy guarantees his immediate disappearance from my life, but I’ll keep doing it anyway. Although he was cute, and handy, he had dirty hands. They were also very rough. If I’m gonna get scratched when you touch me, you’d better be a chick with nails- not a guy with callouses. He also had a “white pride” tattoo that bothered me, although he swore it didn’t mean what I thought it meant. Um, ok.

I went out Friday night with my bff and proceeded to replace my blood with beer and Tuaca. I did meet another cute guy though. We hung out that night until the wee hours, we were gonna “hook up”, but didn’t. Thankfully. I saw him again Monday night. Still cute, but I kept getting this flashback of Vanilla Ice every time I looked at him. Although he does not share the weird hair that Mr. Ice did, or the ridiculous clothing, his face is very similar- especially his smile. Anyway, a few other friends showed up at Fave Watering Hole and everything else just kind of runs together. Not sure if I’ll see him again or not. Probably not, since I just mentioned him.

Anyhoo… I think I’ll be hanging out with bff after work tomorrow night. I won’t be taking shots, however, as that has been leaving me with nasty, unspeakable hangovers. Not to mention little missing patches of brain where memories should be. Monday night I thought it was a swell idea to mix every liquor known to man, as long as it had Red Bull in it. I do not recommend that.

I’m off to wash my towels now, as I’ve finally used them all and don’t want to have to shake myself dry like my dogs do. Maybe I’ll meet someone cute again tomorrow night. If I stick to my no-shots rule, perhaps I’ll remember him. Then I’ll blog about him, then I’ll never see him again.

Peace and guys who remind you of has beens.