Inspired blogging

I have been having trouble decided what to blog about because so many subjects have become off limits as a result of first one thing then another. I am like, HEY, PEOPLE, THIS IS FREE JOURNALISM. This is the first amendment at work. Free speech! Why can't I write about what I want to write about?

OK. Two things are on my mind, right now.

I joined this dating club in hopes of meeting THE guy who will make my life complete... then, I discovered several things. Namely: The. Men. Actually. Want. To. Meet. Me.

Now, I realize that is the purpose of dating. Meeting new people. Seeing if you click. Seeing if there is chemistry. Finding out if love at first sight is real. On the other side of the coin, I am wondering... do I really want a guy mucking about in my life? I mean guys are a lot of trouble and I have been without a guy since my divorce 21 years ago.

Sidebar: My definition of a guy is a man who is married to me.

On the one hand, that is not a bad thing. I get to make my own decisions. I don't have to make dinner if I don't want to. I don't have to do laundry if I don't want to. I can wear my overly large sweat-shirt in the house without being embarassed. I can drink milk right out of the carton because I am not sharing my milk with anybody. I don't have to close the bathroom door every time I go in. I can fill my entire apartment with hundreds of Barbie dolls. What's not to enjoy?

The only thing I don't have is a regular date on Friday night. Someone to talk to on a regular basis that will talk back to me. (My adorable cats really don't have a lot to say unless they are hungry and then they get really chatty, indeed.) I love going to the movies, but I hate going alone. So, to solve that little problem, I am out there. Trying to meet Mr. Right. (Not Mr. Right Now, or Mr. Always Right).

On the other hand, who says I need a regular guy in my life? I would be happy with a pen pal. I would be happy with someone who read and adored my stories.

But, that isn't what I wanted to talk about, today.

There is a new rule at work: I have to take a lunch, every day. Each and every day. The problem with this is there is no break room or lunch room. The only place to eat lunch is at my desk, which means the phone rings or a student drops in with emergency Financial Aid questions. So, if I am interrupted, that is not a lunch break.

Because I am forced to take a lunch break, I decided to ignore the phone, and ignore any student who stops by my cubicle. I will instead eat my lunch and goof off by writing blog entries or killing time on Facebook.

And, even though I know that not one cares what a person eats for lunch, I am going to tell you anyway. Todays lunch consists of my two VERY favorite sandwiches, ever. Banana and peanut butter on whole wheat and meat loaf and catsup on whole wheat. I also have an orange for an afternoon snack. Doesn't get better than this!