Dude. I am crazy ass busy today.
I don’t like a busy Friday. I like a nice, calm, phone-it-in Friday. But since that’s not happening, I decided to make myself a cozy Fall breakfast, put my head down, and get ‘er done.
4 new recipes in one week?!?! Guess I’m enjoying having my own kitchen again, huh?
In case you missed ‘em:
and . . .
Apple Cinnamon Oats
1/4 cup oats (not instant)
1/4 cup each milk (I use coconut) and water
1/2 t. vanilla extract
1/2 an apple, chopped
1/4 t. cinnamon
1 T. nut butter (I used peanut butter, but I think almond butter would be awesome)
Add oats, liquid and vanilla to a small sauce pan and heat over high heat until it comes to a boil. Reduce the heat to low and add the apples and cinnamon. Simmer 5 minutes or until all the liquid is absorbed and the oats are cooked. Top with a scoop of peanut butter.
Plus the peanut butter gets suuuuuuuuper melty which is the best way to have PB IMO (<—special for you, Rachael!)
Soooo, for your entertainment I have decide to try online dating again. You know, the thing I have previously compared to interviewing for a job you don’t really want? Yeah, that. I am somewhat flattered and slightly terrified that my profile has already had over 500 views and I’ve gotten 40 emails so far . . . and I reactivated it Wednesday night. This is where my anxiety sets in. Am I not as cute as previously thought I was? Is that why I’m attracting so many guys that are clearly old/out of shape/creepy??? Is this all that’s out there? It’s like my own personal Bachelorette nightmare come true!
I mean, if I’m feeling desperate enough that I think I have to go online to meet men, and the field of them seems even crazier than the groups of nutjobs they find for the Bachelorette, then I’m in serious trouble.
My favorite so far is this email:
Subject: Badly interested!
I’m a stylish, intellectual and high educated guy who is interested in dating a girl. I’m single and never married. So committed and faithful to the relationship. So I highly recommend myself to a girl who matches me and my qualities.
And apparently you write in broken English? Well, if nothing else, I suppose this will make for excellent entertainment. It may be slightly depressing, but I’m trying not to focus on that right now.
Wilford Brimley is putting the smack down on me. Got it. Head down. Time to work. Quit bitching about online dating. Maybe just maybe, there will be a diamond in the rough. If not, at least I can say I tried something. And then no one can bug me when I get my cats and housecoat.
Have you ever dated online? Had any luck? I’d love to hear your (horror) stories!