It's days like today when I put myself in situations that I, at this point in my life, should have already learned to avoid that I realize that, if I'm not more careful, I'll soon earn a reputation for being A Nice Person.

Yikes. No more selfless acts of kindness for a month! Bad Suzanne!

The weekend was pretty uneventful. I weaseled out of work again on Saturday night (maybe I'm a nice weasel?) and went to the Winnie to hear some hippie music with some friends, discovered that I need to learn how to drink all over again (new diet = cheap date), and went home pretty early. Bah.

Yesterday consisted of movie watching (Saw and The Notebook...I know, I know), dog walking, Borders browsing, and a very long drive to have dinner with friends (we're talking such a long drive that I feared I was in Pennsylvania). The dinner was fun, despite the fact that it was a seafood restaurant (I despise seafood) and I couldn't drink (waaaay too far to drive, see above re alcohol). After a lively conversation that touched on bad bikini waxes, bad punk bands, and bad dates, I went home and read myself to sleep.

I'm pretty boring, aren't I?

I did, however, score a new Sucks To Be Single story from the girl I went to the W. with on Saturday night that will provide me with hours of contemplation about just how screwed up dating is these days.

My friend K was bartending an event at her parents' catering hall. The cop on duty stayed pretty close to her throughout the evening, they chatted, and, as he seemed a relatively intelligent and normal fellow, she agreed to have dinner with him. After exchanging numbers, he followed her behind the bar with his cell phone, leaned in, and said the following:

"THIS is what you have to look forward to!"

To her dismay, he held up his camera phone to display a photo of himself, naked, in a Superman pose (hands in fists on waist, feet shoulder-length apart, you get the idea).

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Nice.