Kate's Point of View

SWF. Like reading, the outdoors, movies and music. Seeking M, mid-20s, NS with similar interests.

Last night I was watching TV and this ad came on for a dating service. I think dating services and ads probably serve a purpose for a certain population. But there are some for whom they are absolutely necessary. For instance, let’s refer to the ad they used as a sample on TV.

“I work in IT, like to read and take walks to the convenient store.”

Um, if you think you are going to get the ladies flocking with statements like, “I like to take walks to the convenient store,” I have to think you are dead wrong.

Balding must be a terrible thing for men. I cannot imagine. There are some ways to pull it off well, though. I am all over the buzzed hair look for men. Even that nice buzzed trend can go bad though.

For illustration, I turn to the man I saw at a concert the other night. Buzzed head. Full beard. That’s bad in it’s own right if you ask me. Like, he’s making up for what he doesn’t have on his head by what he does have no his face.

But it gets worse. Also making up for the lack of growth on his top was the full forest of hair sprouting out of his shirt from his BACK.

Doing laundry is a pain in the arse. Those of you with your own washers and dryers might not mind it – you may even enjoy it – but this is not about you. This is about people who do their laundry through coin operated washers and dryers, be they in their complex basements or at the local Laundromat.

It’s weird. You’re washing your clothes and your underwear is exposed to everyone in the room. No matter how fast you move, someone will catch at least a glimpse of your drawers.

And there are all walks of life at Laundromats. Some people are normal and just need to get some wash done. But the establishments I go to also attract some freaks. (No comments please.) An example would be the woman who told me she lost her husband’s shorts in the dryer and if I saw them to let her know. I would know they were hers from the stains on the seat from his hemorrhoid cream. Freaks. (She also approached me later to inquire if I had ever been to a gynecologist. I quickly fled the scene.)

A couple days ago I was doing laundry in my complex basement. I have it timed pretty well so I don’t leave laundry sitting in there too long. I went down to move my second load into the dryer and saw that someone had done it for me, turned on the dryer and had put my stuff from the dryer on the table down there.

My first thought was that this was great. They could have dumped my stuff on the floor. Granted, I don’t put all of my clothes in the dryer lest they shrink, so I was happy to have gotten down there when I did so I could remove some of the clothes, but how nice that the person started my load in the dryer. With their own quarters.

Then I thought about it some more. I can hear everything that occurs in my back stairwell. I know the person who changed my loads of laundry was James based on the door that slammed shut. (Refer to the blog for 11.26.03 for more on James.) James touched my underwear.

That’s sick.

I might have to do more laundry.

Your friend asks you how you’re doing and you quickly respond, “Fine.”

Sometimes that’s the legitimate truth. Sometimes it’s easier then going all into it… “Well, I woke up in a crabby mood and then it turns out I went to a meeting with my pants unsewn in the crotch so I flashed everyone and so that was a bad start to a worse day.” Sometimes you don’t want to tell people how happy you are either. It’s almost too much revelation into your personal life, if that’s what’s influencing your happiness.

Then there are those days when you don’t exactly feel “fine.” It’s not good or bad or fine. It just is. Sometimes you feel like you’re floating in some limbo land and everything just is. So what do you call it? Is there a term for it?

There is.

“Lurpy,” coined by my friend Glen in college at OU. It’s a spectacular word to describe those feelings that have no word. It’s a flexible word that can mean what you want to it to.

Use it. Feel lurpy.