today was an odd day. i think i vaguely remember reading something once about how when you're stressed your personality changes. which explains why i'm basically the grumpiest person alive. and how basically everything that happened today should be viewed through that lens.

the first thing that happened was i put on my tracksuit. good.

i walked into work but walked slow. like a snail. bad. but then walking slow meant i got to watch the sun rise over the harbour as cargo ships were sailing. or whatever cargo ships do. good.

i decided to treat myself after the long long walk with scrambled eggs at liquidate. good. the scrambled eggs took freakin' ages. bad. but that meant that the ex internet dater had time to join me for coffee. very good. and while i was waiting both for her and the eggs something awesome happened. the guy sitting next to me got asked out on a date because he looked like a nice man. first he was asked if he was single. yes. then he was asked if he was interested in meeting a nice woman. he kind of nodded. and then if he would meet the woman's mother at twelve thirty for lunch. and he said yes. awesome. i fell in love with the man and the woman (who was asking on behalf of her mother) at once because hello, talk about movie made for jennifer lopez and richard gere. a shall we dance two, if you will.

anyway i couldn't go to liquidate at lunchtime and spy on the date. bad. because i was in budget lockup. very bad. it wasn't bad per se. but i had a lot of work to do today and being locked in a room for three hours or whatever lost its novelty around hour two. two water options though, still (okay) and sparkling (great).

then i went back to work and people kept asking me about the budget. bad. and i couldn't remember a thing that i learned over the three hour period. bad. except what i ate, which i could remember in minute detail. and then some reporter from stuff wrote a semi amusing article on being in lockup and it irked me. bad. cos i'm grumpy. bad. but i can't figure out why else it would make me grumpy.

then i worked and arranged a whip round for a colleague who is graduating and celebrating her birthday. all in one day. today. anyway that is filled with politics. because that is just the way things are right now. and i'm sure i did it all wrong. but guess what. best bouquet ever. good.

this was followed by will he wont he indecisiveness on the part of another colleague who couldn't decide whether to go to the graduation party. bad. and did i care? no. did i have to hear all about it. yes. bad. but anyway i go to the party thinking it will be some drinks and chips in town and guess what. a catered party with wait staff and the expectation of speeches. as in people expected speeches from me. so when i did speak and attribute her success to my letter of recommendation there was silence. bad. people don't get humour. bad. i should have gone to the comedy show with d3vo. except that the catering was really really good. and the wait staff really really responsive. and the night really really not about me. bad.

after what seemed like hours of going over nuances of other people's behaviour, which you know i love, someone somehow convinced me that it would be okay to change into my tracksuit (not much convincing required). then after moments, i was convinced that if i bat my eyelids i could get into boogie wonderland in my tracksuit. seemed like a challenge. bad. that i was up to. good. so i got in and danced and requested celebration.

and then hrc and her posse turned up. and i left. and came home to watch buffy. but now i'm too tired. i hope i wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow and am less grumpy. grumpy bad. but i like the way the tracksuit features throughout the day. even though it is ready for a wash, i'd be supportive of it playing a similar part in tomorrow's activities.

i haven't logged in to findsomeone dot co dot nz all year. and today i get all these smiles from dudes. today. valentine's day. two words: desper-ate.

so - just for curiosity's sake - i checked out the smiles. boys who say im instead of i'm get disqualified straight away. because it is infuriating. boys who claim tolerance as their key feature suggests that they are judgemental. which suggests i'm not interested. boys who tell me they are in to uwh can forget it because wtf? (although i added this one to my favourites because his ugly sunglasses in his profile picture made it look like he is wearing heavy eye makeup. i find that hot).

and since i was already logged in i checked out my top matches. there are heaps of people who were on there before. as in before the new year. as in before, when i thought it would find me the love of my life. of the new boys the highlights include: mr "27 year old hutt valley" who looks more like 47. a dude who quotes the pringles ad in his profile (i added him to the favourites) and a seemingly endless supply of boys who are either outgoing and outdoorsy OR not quite what you'd expect (more nerdy, less nerdy either way it is all about not judging a book by its cover, which is probably good advice, given wellington boys appear to be unable to take photographs of themselves). and a man who says he's fresh meat on the market. and that i should get him while he's hot. ew.

as always, it remains good to recognise people on findsomeone dot co dot nz. reading their profile is like looking in their medicine cupboards. ie it is AWESOME. plus i suspect the one i recognised today is stalking me electronically due to the way he basically set up findsomeone. so he has probably read my profile. and laughed in an uncharitable way about how i'm trying to seem oh so aloof. anyway it was annoying that i know him because his profile is handsdown the best on the site.

unfortunately my boyfriend from the bus yesterday does not appear to be on findsomeone dot co dot nz. i searched under his known name and variations (bus boy, bus man, bus guy, bus dude, dude on bus etc...) and nothing. also he was not on the bus this morning. i had especially worn practical shoes to work too so that if i needed to carry his flowers up the stairs at work i reduced the odds of tripping and or falling. sometimes i blur fantasy and reality. actually maybe i should edit my findsomeone profile and include this whole fantasy side to my personality.

anyway, apart from giving secret valentine's to each of my team members today, and crocheting two wool hearts, that is the extent of my VD celebrations. internet dating. it may be the best VD of all time.