21 January 2008

Girl culture, or how to not stop worrying and how not to say no.

More than anything, this weekend was full of relaxation, recuperation and excellent company. After a Friday night spent seated on the couch and lamenting a continued cold, I was fortunate to catch up with a lovely woman (who may so choose to identify herself).

There are people in this world who put you at ease, and this sassy woman does it with grace and aplomb. She drove me to brunch--at a rockstar time and in rockstar fashion. The food was great, but the company was better, and we talked about so many things, particularly a girl's inability to say no--not when it really counts, of course, but when it's neither harmful nor necessarily convenient.



I think that after feeling a little lonely and less than social, I was inclined to agree to all sorts of things that I otherwise might have declined, excepting my brunch date, a possible dog sitting gig and the possibility of seeing a show at the 9:30 club. (I'm not normally this busy).

I was fortunate to get to spend the majority of the day with with my brunch date and then I got to meet my second date for the evening, as his owner had an important social engagement which he had to attend:

(He was so very tired after a long day.)

(However, he loved to have his picture taken.)


I thoroughly enjoyed my time with my second date, he was lovely. He played for a while, had some snacks and took a nap while I finished a terrible novel. I was a little worried that he was a bit chilly and I wanted to get him a sweater--not the silly kind, but the comfortable warm kind. And as I worried about the dog, I started worrying about a friend (I've heard from her) and then began worrying about another friend (I've not yet heard from him) and then I knew that it was getting late and I should be asleep, full of cough medicine and unusual dreams.

Today, I went on an outing to see Cloverfield (which was passable) and spent the rest of the day trying to rid mysef of the cold that needs to go away by Wednesday night.

9 comments:

Airam said...

For me, saying no means I'm a bitch. That's just how I see it, which is why I have a hard time doing it.

m.a. said...

I understand that. I don't know what it is about saying no that makes girls seem mean. I can remember saying things like "I can't say no to you" to people. We gotta work on that.

cuff said...

My two year old says "no" to me all the time.

Chimmy's Ghost said...

Who can say no to a dog?

Not me.

Megarita said...

Hey, what happened to "The Girls Who Say No Society"? Might be time to get that going again!

I did just say "Ooooooh hound dog!" when I saw the picture. Good looking pooch. I'm not typically a fan of the neckerchief, but he wears it well. :)

HomeImprovementNinja said...

What a cute pooch! I bet the owner is really smart and good looking.

I don't know about the neckerchief though. It seems a little metrosexual to me.

Jenni said...

I say "no" all the time...maybe a little too much. However, you're right and I can see your point.

I love your second date. I think he's handsome and would get along famously with Lola, who also, by the way, loves getting her picture taken.

Such a ham.

Anonymous said...

I'm working on NO and asking other people to do things, as in "Ms. Secretary, whom I respect very much and would never label as a secretary except for the fact that it says so right on your desk, would you please make 15 copies of this for me? Oh never mind, I'll do it myself." Yes, being my own secretary, problem #2.

Rock Hammer said...

For the love of God, do not put a sweater on the dog.