Showing posts with label The Plumber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Plumber. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Sex & The Settee

Okay, so on the well-meaning but evil advice of a close friend, I joined up with a free online dating service. On a side note, I have since "hidden" my profile because the onslaught of American flag leather jackets and motorcycles freaked me the @!&! out. But, before my chaste retreat, I dabbled enough to find a discouraging bit of info:

Men's TOP TEN Favorite/Least Favorite Conversation Topics

PlentyofFish.com, being the helpful little data engine that they are, decided to enlighten me with these two lists of things men do/don't like to talk about on dates. Antiques, ladies, comes in at #6 on the I-Don't-Understand-a-Word-You-Just-Said list. Gardening (on same list) is at #9.

However, #3 on the Happy-to-Chat list is "Hobbies/Interest in General" and #4 is "Hopes and Aspirations." So - do you see where I'm going? - what if it happens that one's hopes/dreams/hobbies just so happen to include antiques and the desire to play in the dirt?

I am so (un)screwed.

And, just because I know you're all dying to read the complete lists, here they are:


Leg Study, by ejholmes

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

...Get Set...

Okay...so it's been about a month since I told you all about my intention to whip my place into shape. Well, here at DB, that's how we roll...slowly.

My plans are still on the forefront (despite my non-flurry of posting) but, in
order to move forward, I need to set the stage with some history. You may be curious as to why I've named my house (and subsequently tagged these fix-it posts with), The Kalamath.

I bought and moved into this condo in the summer of 2004. At that point, many of my friends were still single and renting...or hitched and renting. I was terribly nervous about being one of the first to buy for the first time but then I got a little pouf of inspiration. I heard, through the grapevine, that an old friend of mine (from high school) had recently purchased her first home in Denver, Colorado. She was single and professional and she went out and claimed her independence by buying up her own gosh darn home. This initiative, girl-power purchase just happened to be located on Kalamath Street.

So, in honor of my high school friend, who boosted me up enough to wade through property inspections, interest rates, and broker meetings and because I love the Cape Cod tradition of naming homes, I dubbed my new condo-cottage: The Kalamath.

And then my best friend, The Plumber, made me a nice plaque.