Eudora, Outlook, or any other mail client to download your email? That’s why I’m changing my email address – I was just waiting for that particular feature to be available.
The best part is that gmail still catches the spam so you don’t end up downloading it.
I do love, love, love the gmail!
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So I was about asleep last night when the phone rang. It was my friend Liz, half-drunk after a really crappy night. She placed an online personal and has ended up meeting some real assholes – since last week she spent four evenings chatting (both online and on the phone) with a guy she hit it off with. Now, Liz is overweight. Not as overweight as I am, but overweight, and she’s smart enough to tell guys right off the bat that she is. Because if that’s going to bother them, then why waste her time?
This guy she met online last week swore up and down and all around that her weight wouldn’t bother him. They spent a lot of time on the phone, and last night it became apparent that, in fact, the fact that she’s overweight bothered him. She told him off and hung up and went out to meet friends at a bar and ended up having a pretty good time.
But my question is this – if he knew that an overweight woman would not appeal to him, why the fuck did he have to waste her time? Why spend all that time on the phone with her, all that time chatting online with her, all that time on his webcam (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN), when in the end he wasn’t really interested?
“And he’s not much to look at, but that didn’t bother me!” Liz said.
You know, I just don’t get it. There are these really dorky looking guys out there, who have such an inflated ego that they think they deserve a woman who looks as (shudder) perfect as a supermodel. I know there are women who are the same, but I’ve found that the women are vastly outnumbered by the guys who will watch a gorgeous woman walk down the street and sneer “She’s got fat ankles!” I mean, please. What the fuck?
Liz said several times “I don’t CARE if they have a problem with me being overweight – I wish they’d just SAY SO instead of wasting my time!”
She also told me how lucky I was to have found a guy who’s so perfect for me and loves me whether I’m all dressed up with perfectly blow-dried hair or shlumping around in sweats and a holey t-shirt.
Of course, she didn’t have to tell me how lucky I am – I already knew it.
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Displeased.
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