Hey girls,
grey day,
but,
the sun is trying,
to push through,
full moon on Sunday,
hopefully,
I won’t encounter,
any werewolves.
I should be safe,
I’ll be home tonight,
watching,
the game,
with my,
Habs cap on,
maybe a little,
Canadian 67,
who knew diet beer, would taste so good, who knew I would ever worry about diet beer:-)
Go Habs Go.
I have been reading,
but,
in spurts,
nothing seems,
to keep,
my attention,
could be the cumulative,
effect,
of lack of sleep,
I don’t know.
Lately,
I have had,
3 things,
on the brain,
something wonderful,
and private,
the bloody election!!??!!
and,
of course,
hockey,
’tis the season.
I believe I have said,
my peace on the election,
there may be another rant coming, you never know!
the private matter,
will remain private,
too special and precious to share,
so hockey it is,
but,
I wanted to share,
why it is so important,
to me.
Hockey is in my DNA,
this I’ve told you,
I’ve even let you in,
on my crazy,
genome theory.
Hockey,
is important to me,
I would go so far,
as to say,
I couldn’t date,
a woman who hates,
hockey.
Hockey is like cats,
a deal breaker.
OK,
let me explain,
I love cats,
I’m not one of those,
weird cat ladies,
I have one cat,
the most I’ve ever had,
at one time,
is two,
but,
they are important to me,
they keep me grounded,
now,
people can prefer dogs,
no problem,
with that,
they can even be scared of cats,
all this,
I can live with,
but,
when they say,
“I hate cats”,
with vehemence,
I see a big black X,
superimposed on them,
one of those,
3 strikes you’re out,
deals,
I can’t associate with,
people,
who have hate,
in their hearts,
for cute,
independent creatures,
like cats.
With hockey,
it’s more complex,
you don’t have to love it,
although that helps,
but,
you do have to get,
how important it is to me,
it’s about,
family,
pride,
fun,
if you don’t get that,
you don’t get me,
and if you don’t get me,
why would we want to spend,
time together,
right?
I don’t watch,
every game,
too many,
I don’t need to talk about it,
most of the time,
but,
when I do,
like now, playoffs and all:-)
you have to be willing to,
listen,
you have to know,
what team we are playing,
or else we are wasting,
our time.
Weird,
what things can be deal breakers,
huh?
A combination,
of our passions,
and our,
neuroses,
very strange.
So, tell me girls,
what are your,
deal breakers?
I want to know,
and I doubt,
they are as loony,
as mine:-)
Have a great day.
Later girls,
BB
I wouldn’t date someone who refuses to travel, or someone who hates science fiction.
Or who hates cats actually!
So you are ‘really’ a cat person. I don’t love or hate cats or dogs. I do dislike pet owners who don’t train or clean up after their pets.
Especially off-putting are those folk who leave home with pet hair on their clothes. Also, I truly prefer not going to the homes of folk who never clean up after their pets…I know that you might love little ‘Dude, Spot, Max, Daisy…etc’, but really, when/if I sit on your furniture I don’t want to get up with a back full of hair…I’m just saying’:-)…
Of course, none of that actually answers your question. Deal breakers…given my assertions about folk who don’t take care of and cleanup after their pets, I suppose general unrepentant slovenliness….
Is Canadian 67 sort of like Bud or Miller Lite?
Good luck to your Habs.
Will you pull for all the other Canadian teams? Or is that like expecting a Sacramento Kings fan to pull for the L.A. Lakers or the Golden State Warriors…which would never happen:-)
You can sit on my furniture and I actually wear black clothes, no hair problem and the Dude is blonde just, saying:-)
Canadian 67 is a new low cal beer, quite good and 1867 is the Canadian Confederation, so brilliant marketing on the part of Molson. Useless, info for you, Molson is the oldest brewery on the continent and the Molson family own the Habs.
If the Habs get eliminated I will root for The Canucks out of Vancouver, who are the only other Canadian team in the playoffs, but, I would never root for the Toronto Maple Leafs. Not much danger of that though,
the Leafs never make the playoffs:-)
No sedentary, sci-fi haters for you, check. I always suspected you were a fellow cat lover:-)
Dealbreakers: lack of curiosity about the world, lack of self-awareness, introspection and compassion. If she is unable to establish her own identity separate from me, is unable to laugh at herself, or is unwilling to play and be silly, unwillingness to learn or try new things, new foods or get lost and have an adventure. If she has lack of consideration and respect for other people, lack of healthy boundaries, expecting me to be different than I am. And a total dealbreaker: doesn’t like cats or dogs or birds or cheekiness in all of it forms and from all life forms on all planets.
lack of cheekiness? Oh yeah, definite dealbreaker:-)