So, it appears that I just might be able to squeak a date in this month. Maybe.
His name is Creative Speller (thanks Molly) and he is quite cute.
His spelling is, well, creative and it's all I can do to try and let it not bother me. I'm a horrible person, I know, but as someone who was reading and writing at a 5th grade level when I was in grade 1, spelling is something important to me. Some people judge others based on looks, others by how much money someone makes or the way they dress, don't smell like horse dung etc... I prefer not to judge people at all but sometimes, it's just too in your face. Allow me to explain.
We all make spelling mistakes. My roomie will tell you that my spelling whilst chatting on-line is pretty atrocious. But it really isn't my spelling that's bad, I swear. I just can't type. It's true. I put spaces in where there should be none. I have a dickens of a time putting the ' in contractions and a word like "don't" ends up looking like "don;t" 99.9999% of the time. Frequently, words I use seem fabricated by yours truly and end up looking like a language entirely of their own... I don;t wan tot becasue... just one of the many fine examples to choose from. I use "wan tot" in place of "want to" so frequently that it has become a part of Molly's and my lexicon. I digress, but I just wan totted to show you that the old gal is not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination.
No, what I am referring to here with regards to Creative Speller is his flagrant disregard towards the concept of homonyms.
Wear do you work
Hear is my phone number
What are you going to where tonight
It would only take me 10 minutes to get their
I think you can see wear I am going with this. Once or twice, no problem, but the conversation lasted about 20 minutes and not once was a homonym used correctly. As previously stated above, I am a horrible human being to be so nitpicky on this matter. Especially since the other contender for Mr. July is a 47-year old dude who won't show me what he looks like and would certainly fall under the "Looking for a spouse" category as outlined in yesterday's posting. This is a guy who went on and on and on about how wise and real I was and how he could not wait to soak up some of my wisdom. Dude, if you are hoping that some early 30-something chick is going to give you a clue... well, that's just scary. Especially when that 30-something chick is someone as clueless as Me.
Is it August yet?