I've stumbled across quite a few blog entries in the past couple of days that speak of one's blog needing a focus. It has caused me to stop and wonder: is my blog too broad? I would love some feedback from my followers. Do you find me completely random? Do you think I have a voice? What would you like me to blog about?
In the interim, I shall entertain you with a random (of course, random!) moment from my weekend. While hanging out at a local pub called Flanagnan's on Saturday night, I went outside on the patio to smoke a cigarette, leaving my non-smoker friend inside the bar. A man used the following line on me after striking up a conversation by dubbing me "lonely cigarette girl."
He said, "You're homely hot."
I said, "Pardon?"
He tried to defend his come-on. "You know, you're that type of girl who can just throw on a sweater, some jeans, and a cute pair of shoes, and still look smokin' hot."
His friend said, "Dude, I don't think you're going to get anywhere by comparing her to Laura Ingalls Wilder."
Wow. Is there are blog devoted to horrible pick-up lines? This one belongs there. I mean, the guy had super cute dimples but a less cute grasp of flattering adjectives... but I am an old married lady. I guess I have to take whatever flattery I can get.
In the interim, I shall entertain you with a random (of course, random!) moment from my weekend. While hanging out at a local pub called Flanagnan's on Saturday night, I went outside on the patio to smoke a cigarette, leaving my non-smoker friend inside the bar. A man used the following line on me after striking up a conversation by dubbing me "lonely cigarette girl."
He said, "You're homely hot."
I said, "Pardon?"
He tried to defend his come-on. "You know, you're that type of girl who can just throw on a sweater, some jeans, and a cute pair of shoes, and still look smokin' hot."
His friend said, "Dude, I don't think you're going to get anywhere by comparing her to Laura Ingalls Wilder."
Wow. Is there are blog devoted to horrible pick-up lines? This one belongs there. I mean, the guy had super cute dimples but a less cute grasp of flattering adjectives... but I am an old married lady. I guess I have to take whatever flattery I can get.
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On the subject of bad pickup lines, my husband once called he his "sweet little manatee." He was under the impression that a manatee was a small, enthusiastic bird. Luckily for me, I happened to have a copy of Naked Came the Manatee within arms reach, and I was able to quickly point out why I was not so pleased by this. He was appropriately horrified. Hilarity ensued.
Although my blog is pretty random, too. So I don't know if you should take my advice. Hah.