This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Wednesday, December 29, 2004
A Glutton's Tale
So I'm a glutton. A glutton for food (which I deny myself all the good stuff so that I can maintain a slender frame on weekdays), a glutton for alcohol of all types and most of all...a glutton for punishment.
I just got out of the shower and just finished applying my makeup...attempting to look as perfect as possible so that I can go to the bar and get laughed at. Why go, you ask? Well first of all, I do a lot of stupid things so I'm getting better at dealing with embarrassment. Secondly, it's my local bar so I better just suck it up and deal.
So I look good, I feel good and dog-gone it...people like me (kidding of course!) Drk, eat your heart out--a week from now, you're going to kick yourself for not taking me up on my numerous offers (hanging head in shame) one of which was put into writing last night. Apparently, I wrote two rough drafts, which I found in my jeans' pocket when I did my laundry this afternoon! The final draft was written on a coaster which Cr said Drk looked at with a puzzled expression and then threw it away. Damn, I feel like a stalker!Next thing you know, I'll be boiling his bunny! Kidding. I doubt he has a bunny. Since you folks don't know me, I'm sure that's the impression you get too...but I promise I never go off the deep end like this, and half it is joking around, but I don't think joking translates well when you're drunk and feeling randy. Alas, I am a moron. A loveable moron.
posted by Melina at 6:40 PM