Friday, October 28, 2005
So, last night I was real proud of myself. I managed to crawl into bed at 9:55 PM. Oh I was pleased, under the covers and ready for some sleep. Wednesday night I didn’t sleep at home and didn’t get the best night’s sleep. My left-over tiredness demanded to be remedied. In the bed I went.
You know that moment when you are at sleep’s doorway. You are just about slip right into sleep and it’s gonna be good. That was the moment my phone rang. It was 10:30 and we talked for more than two hours.
It was a friend of mine who lives in Vancouver. He is from the US but was working in BC for the past few years. Now he has to leave as his job is over and he didn’t apply for permanent residency. Silly man. Anyway, for a few minutes I wondered if he was going to ask me to marry him so that he could stay in the country. Like, I wondered if he was going to make it worth my while. And by ‘make it worth my while’ I mean pay me. I wonder if I would seriously consider that. I wonder if I would agree to marry someone, but the only commitment would be a financial one. Please save all the trite arguments about marriage and money, I’ve heard them all. Basically, I’d be doing this guy a favour. I’d be helping him out. I probably wouldn’t tell my family what I had done. But, how long would be have to stay married for? Also, he’d have no marital benefits – know what I’m saying.
I wonder how much it would take, like if he had said “Debbie, I need to stay in Canada because I am committed to Universal Health (whatever, it was the first thing that came to mind) please marry me. Tell you what, I’ll give you $50, 000.” That’s a nice down payment for a Montreal condo. I’d think about it. For $100,000 I’d come to a decision in half the time. Hmmmmm
Perhaps that movie “Pretty Woman” has totally warped my brain. I saw that movie in the theatre when I was about 13 or 14 and I actually thought it was romantic. Upon second viewing – about three weeks ago – it is probably one of the most offensive things I have seen in a long time. I also saw “Can’t Buy Me Love” at a formative age. In that movie the prettiest girl in school dates a guy for a week for $1000 dollars so that she can replace her mother’s sued outfit she spilled red wine on at a party.
Anyway, it’s not like it is a real issue. I’m just talking here.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
So, last night I overcame a strong desire to be lazy, battled the crap weather and made it to the gym up the street from my house for the second day in a row. Look at me go, kids.
I came home and a bit later on a friend came over to hang out with me and watch TV together. After the Amazing Race (they FINALLY left the States) I began thinking about a skirt that I needed to find. It’s that perfect skirt you can’t do without. It’s the perfect length, the perfect size and looks perfect on me, if only I could find the perfect shirt to go with it.
As I went digging through my clothes looking for the skirt (which I eventually found) I uncovered what is probably my largest stash of panties I have every found. For the few minutes I sat hunched over a container of panties of all description, from lace thong to cotton brief, I felt what those Manitoba farmers must have felt when they found oil under their family farmland.
I am fortunate indeed. Not only did I find my skirt – and I am elated that it did not forever vanish into the vortex of clothes that pile up all over my apartment – but I also found a bunch of panties that I didn’t know I had.
My bra and panty obsession is beginning to take over my life.