This morning, I showered, dressed and put on some make up.
Make up for me is a click of foundation and a little lipstick.
My skin doesn’t like make up that much. And I don’t give that much of a crap to make Makeup look good.
Before I left for work (today, work is a summit for Data
BI Nerds), I browsed through the news. One day too late as usual, I find out about the attack at Westminster that took place yesterday.
I click on to read about this terrible news. Where is the world headed? How can we save ourselves? Where do we hide our fear? Where do we hide our courage? Who do we
the civilized world have to attack to make this stop???
…huh?…mmm…huh? To the right of this important news item, there is even worse news!
The WORLD‘s most eligible bachelor has been taken!
I feel crushed: nooooo. not him! no. no. no. after all this trouble with lipstick that ends up on the cheek?
Then I wonder despairingly: who??!
And then I realize: oh. him! I don’t know him!
Why is he the world‘s most eligible? Why don’t my relatives know of him?
My very beautiful cousin is single and the aunts have been going nuts
pictures & work titles about all the bachelors she could capture if she paid any attention.
Is he nice? is there any news of him doing nice things?
Is he kind? is there any news of him doing kind things?
Is he respectful? is there any news of him doing respectful things?
Is he sober
not abusing anything?? is there any news of him doing sober things?
None of that crap.
Lots of information about how much money he is worth and where his properties are to be found.
promegneture, pregonut, primegenite, primegerosorous, primogeniture?
I read that the one who has captured him is his high school sweetheart.
So was he ever The World’s most eligible in the first place? You know, being in love with someone can takes care of that.
Being the world’s most eligible; that means the whole world including China, Thailand, Guinea, Vietnam, US, Mexico and all the regular suspects?
That any girl
woman, including my cousin in the world had a chance until he was snatched right under our sweaty pimply noses?
The spin in my head: So..
if she just pulled herself up by the bootstraps
cheap broken zipper,
wore her best dress
Polyester from Ellos,
took some time on her makeup
She would have a chance to meet the world’s most eligible, take him home and make him hers?
Why doesn’t someone mail out a newsletter with this kind of data
shit to unmarried women under 30 every month?
Given data in time, anyone, & I mean anyone, could have captured this bachelor!