Is the economy helping or hurting the quest for love??

Well, I was in line today to mail something and a woman was complaining to the guy that owns the place about her bad dating stories.  Seeing that I’m all about that, I asked her what was the problem.  I guess a man she met through a mutual friend (and I hope I have all the story correct) and had dated three weeks did something she considered shady. 

When they met, he told her that financially he was in dire straits and didn’t have any money.  She continued to date him, because she liked the guy.  He asked her to come over to his house and even gave her a key to it, which would indicate that he liked her too. 

Well, I guess he told their mutual friend,  the story about his finances were false.  He said he used that line with the women in Scottsdale to see if they liked him for him, or his money.  Her friend then told her what he said, and she broke it off with him immediately, and was really pissed he lied to her.  So, who do you think was right and who was wrong?? 

A very wealthy friend of mine was talking to me a few months ago about the dating scene here.  He’s an attractive guy, and most wouldn’t know how wealthy he is unless they were told.  He doesn’t wear his money on his sleeve, except his clothes are custom made.  He said that he had never had so much attention from women in his life as recently and attributed it to the economy.  He said that women are really husband hunting because they are afraid of being single and dealing with the economy on their own. 

They say that less people are getting divorced now because they can’t afford to, does that also mean that more people are getting married because they can’t afford to be single?  Are more women than usual looking for wealthy men because of their losses in the stock market or unemployment?  Are girls nights out becoming a way of looking for a Mrs degree?  Wtf is up with all that.  Care to share your thoughts?

worst “bidet” ever!!!

So, this post has absolutely nothing to do with dating, but it’s really funny in a gross kind of way.  My sister and I have the best dog ever.  His name is Braveheart and he’s  a pretty big goldendoodle.  We love him to death and think if we could ever find a man we love as much, maybe we wouldn’t be single! 

Last night, I’m sitting on my couch enjoying a glass of wine and Brave needs to go outside to go potty. I let him out and am waiting for him to come in and he doesn’t.  Now, I live in Scottsdale, and the yards are fenced in and not very big, so after about 10 minutes, I wonder where he is.  I call him and he doesn’t come.  I go to my bedroom where my sister is thinking she let him in from that door, but she hasn’t.  I go back outside and call him and I hear his collar jingling. 

When he’s walking towards me, he has his butt tucked under him, like he has to poop still.  He goes in my bedroom and doesn’t want to lay down and still looks like he’s gonna poop, so I send him back out.  Then, he goes and lays on the grass.  I call him back over and lift his tail, and I see what the problem is.  He has a piece of shit about 2 inches long still stuck in his butt.  SO, I open the door and tell my sis that he’s praire doggin it and we are gonna have to get it out.  I am so disgusted at this point, but I can’t have that shit in my house! (no pun intended here) 

Now, I have one glove in my house so I put it on and grab a flashlight.  Cindy holds Brave, and tries to shine some light on the situation, but she’ laughing so much it’s hard to see.  I’m holding up his tail with my ungloved hand, and trying to get the poop off with some toilet paper.  I’m trying not to puke at this point and keep running into the bathroom to flush the poop down.  Now, I have tears running down my face from the dry heaving and there is still shit on his ass.  I look at Cyn and say, “we need to hose him down”. 

Well, the hose is in the front yard so we take him out there and she holds him and I start to give him basically an enema.  I’m now laughing my ass off at my sis trying to hold him (he’s about 60 lbs), and me trying to hose his ass with water and scrape the dingleberries off with my gloved hand.  As I scrape the poop off, I’m throwing it down and notice that someone has let their dog shit in my yard, (dumb ass) and am working very hard to get my dog clean.  Finally, he’s poop free, a little traumatized and wet.  His mom’s are way traumatized, and need more wine.  As we went back into the house, I realized how much I do love that dog and if I ever find a man I love as much, would I be willing to hose his ass down too??  Just a  thought.