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Ok, you remember how when you were in school, you and your friends would have debates abouts whether you'd rather be blind or deaf (deaf-duh) or whether you'd rather be smart and ugly or beautiful and stupid? Of course, I always said beautiful and stupid cause beautiful people get what they want cause everyone likes them and they're too stupid to realize they're missing out on anything. Besides which, I was already smart and ugly and it's just not that much fun. Well, as I've gotten older, my appearance has improved, and my IQ has gone down, and apparently I am now in the beautiful and stupid category. (Of course, I'm still not beautiful enough to get what I want from people. dammit.) I can't get a new template on my blog to save my life. I found one I like. I followed the rather poorly written instructions. And I got a page that had a layout like the template, but no picture behind it. Grrr. I guess I need to get a big smart man to help me. *twirls hair around finger with one leg on pointe and a vacant expression on face*

Today was Mario's last day. Rene told me not to say anything until Mario told me. But Mario didn't tell me. How awkward. So I'm all waiting for him to say something and he never did. And so when I left I was like, "See ya later." What are ya gonna do, ya know? I felt something strange, something unfamiliar. . .I felt, um. . .bad for him? Is that what that feels like? Hmm. Interesting. Must file away for future reference. Knowledge of this feeling might coming in handy in later manipulations, uh, I mean interactions.

So, I have been asked out. . .kinda. I can't remember if I told you about this, but about 4 months ago I went to my Single Adult Leadership meeting for church. A guy comes in, and Dr. Cudd starts introducing him to everybody. When he comes to me, the guy says, "Oh, I know Margie, we go way back." I'm like, "Uh, dude. I don't know you." (I really did say that.) And he said, "Yes you do!" I looked more closely and realized that I did indeed know him. We used to go to church together about 10 years ago. We would chat all the time and got along great. I said, "Oh, weren't you married to that red head?" He nodded. I said, "Oh my gosh, I do know you! OH MY GOSH, you got a divorce!?!" He obviously had if he was a SINGLE adult rep. It's all for the best, I never could figure out why he was married to such a frigid bitch. So when I realized who he was, I KNEW that eventually he would ask me out. But at the time I was all hung up on you-know-who, and didn't want to date anyone else. Now of course, I've moved on from you-know-who, but I'm not looking specifically to date, but I'll go out with people if they ask. (unless they're Dan. I won't go out with him unless he invites me on a group outing with lots of people.) So this past Sunday, after the single adult potluck (we have these once a month, it's the only place I see Lawrence), everyone else rushed off to the concert that was starting, and Lawrence and I stayed to clean up. Of course we talked and had a grand old time, and at one point he said something along the lines of, "I've only been divorced for 6 months, and separated for a year before that, so I'm not really ready to date yet, but sometimes I want to go out, and I don't want to go alone, so I was wondering if you might want to go out with me sometime? Of course, you might say that if it walks like a date and talks like a date, it is, but you know. . ." Of course I said sure and gave him my number, I mean, phrased like that I couldn't exactly say no, could I? No, I'll talk to you for hours on end at church activities, but no way in Hell will I go do something with you on a not really a date kinda. So I was trying to decide if he said it like that because he really doesn't feel ready to date or because he was afraid I'd say no if he asked me out for real. *shrug* But I'm actually kind of surprised that the week is almost over and he hasn't called me. I mean, it's not like I desperate to go out with him, but now that I've gotten used to the idea, I'm kinda like, hey man, let's get this show on the road!

So that's the Gnus. And no gnus is good gnus. Bonus points to anyone who knows what the hell I'm talking about. Here's a hint: it's a quote.