I just started watching Agony Aunts on ABC. It's so funny I started to cry.
Mirka Mora and Hannah Gadsby are ridiculous. Love them both. I wish I could have had this series to watch when I was a teen. And then again in 2004, then 2007, then 2008. Would have been HANDY.
I took a few things from the show. One was that I shouldn't assume that a man knows he's going bald. Apparently sometimes they don't know. Not sure how to feel about that. How do they not know? Does this happen often?
There was a cute piece on how to react when someone says 'I love you'. The most stand out 'I love you' I've ever had came from Mr N, which does sadden me. Actually, I'll save that little rant for the next post.
Back to Agony Aunts.
Best piece of advice was Hannah Gadsby saying that if you go on a date you should make sure that you both know you're on a date. I can't say I've had that problem, because I never got asked out on dates. Mr G was probably the first to properly take me on a date. Still, excellent advice.
Also, the funniest quote was "girls, sort out your lady garden, that's gotta be minted up" - Bridget Taylor. At least, that's what I heard. I didn't want to go back and re-listen in case I was wrong.
Great show.
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Saturday, May 19, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
A pretty great date
I went on a date this weekend at Mi Corazon, a tequila bar in Brunswick. It was awesome.
I had this crazy cinnamon cocktail, then the pork tacos. Company was great, food was great, venue was great. I am one of those dreadful women that expects to have the night paid for. Unless I suggest the date in the first place, then it's on me. I think that's fair, but each to their own.
Two things that stopped it all being perfect (although it was damn close and I'm being very picky!)
1. He should be there before I am. I hate walking into a place and not seeing the person that I'm supposed to dine with. Yes, this is seriously retentive, but I'm fussy. Too fussy to exist really.
2. He should never finish his meal well before mine. It's a bit sigh-worthy (not in the nice way) when you're still eating and he's sitting there patiently. I hate it when people watch me eat.
And now that I've read that, I feel like a lunatic. Still, it's good advice.
I had this crazy cinnamon cocktail, then the pork tacos. Company was great, food was great, venue was great. I am one of those dreadful women that expects to have the night paid for. Unless I suggest the date in the first place, then it's on me. I think that's fair, but each to their own.
Two things that stopped it all being perfect (although it was damn close and I'm being very picky!)
1. He should be there before I am. I hate walking into a place and not seeing the person that I'm supposed to dine with. Yes, this is seriously retentive, but I'm fussy. Too fussy to exist really.
2. He should never finish his meal well before mine. It's a bit sigh-worthy (not in the nice way) when you're still eating and he's sitting there patiently. I hate it when people watch me eat.
And now that I've read that, I feel like a lunatic. Still, it's good advice.
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