Love Hurts

I know it's been said before by others and myself...And no matter the time, place or circumstances there's never going to be a doubt about this one fact of life: Love hurts.

Please Call Me Sexy - Men vs Women

In a recent conversation, a female friend of a friend stated that when a man (such man not being the woman's boyfriend) calls a woman "Sexy" it usually means he's on some level of interest of having sex with her.  This female friend of a friend then stated that when the opposite occurs - namely a woman calls a man (who's not her boyfriend) "Sexy" it is usually meant in a slightly different way, and that doesn't necessarily mean that she wants to have sex with that man.

Ohh boy!  This was right up my alley.

I replied to this woman that when I was a young man, if a girl called me sexy, yes it indeed made me feel confident, gave me a nice testosterone charged, chest pounding machismo for the day.  I also said that such a comment could mean that she was probably attracted to me in some form or fashion.  If I found her equally attractive - I knew that I was "in".  Now as I'm just two years away from 50yrs, if a woman starts calling me sexy, I start checking for my wallet to make sure that it's still "in" my pocket.

To be fair and flip the topic matter the other way around, I must admit that when men start calling a woman sexy, we usually do want some kind of favor - or yes - sex!  We certainly don't say it to a woman to give her a spiritual life?  Nor are we usually trying to help her through some 12 step confidence building program.  I usually call my wife "sexy" when the TV remote is out of reach, or I forgot to pick up my clothes from the cleaners, or I'm hungry and don't want to cook...

:-)

A Lost Cell Phone and This Younger Generation...

Yesterday at work, I found a cellular phone.  It was clear to me that it belong to a young woman probably in her late teens, early twenties.  Being the good guy that I am, I take the unlocked phone and proceed to send text messages to three of her contacts explaining who I was, and where my office was and how they could tell the owner how to reach me.  I sent that message to one of the parents listed and to two of the owner's friends.

Within three minutes one of her friends sent me back a text message: "So Jane  I see that your phone was found by some guy and he left information on where you reach him.  How funny is that?  Lucky you!"

Needless to say, I was stunned to receive this message.  But this female friend wasn't quite done in her cyber age faux pas.  This friend then proceeded to send back a copy of the message that I sent out to her, through the phone.

It took all that I had to keep from responding back and asking this friend if she realized that her friend was not receiving her message, but that it was indeed me, the finder of this lost phone.  All I wanted her to do was to find another way to email or word of mouth notify her friend of the location of the lost phone.  Nope.  There this friend was messaging me back as if I was the owner of the phone reading her humorous absorption of the situation.

Her parents did call and were updated.  The young woman did stop by several hours later and retrieved it.  But long after she was gone...I couldn't help but wonder what's happening to our younger generation...and their common sense...

There's No Place Like Home

Yes, the doors to the crypt are opening and I get to share some humor with you.

My college aged daughter was filling out a job application earlier today.  She read out loud one of the questions on the application: "Where was the best place that you ever received Customer Service?"

My immediate answer:  "Home!"