Humor

I know most people won't find much homor in my story here but I do and quite frankly I'm all that counts. Ok I'm not but its not like anyones paying me money to read this. Anyways my car if finally falling apart. Now for those of you who know this is really not a huge problem for me per say as I don't really drive my car anyways. However my poor brother who has had the car for a very short amount of driving time seems to have nothing but problems with. Most people think I'm kind of crazy when I start to feel like my car is going to fall apart, but clearly this time I am not. Though I did talk really nicely to my car, in order for it to forgive me all the beating I had to give it in order for the gages on the dashboard to keep working. See it has a bit of an electrical problem. Currently the windows won't close and the hear won't work. Which does kind of make for a cold traveling experience for my brother.
I do kind of feel bad, but not terribliy bad because its really kind of funny when its not happening to you. I probably feel worse in fact for not feeling bad than bad that the car is a fucked up mess. I'm not the only one to have this type of problem with the intrepid. As apparently the electrical system sucks.
Now I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if the heater didn't work and the windows wouldn't close if it were say July, but its kind of cold out and doens't really stop raining here as of late. Because of course it couldn't be the AC that doesn't work in october it has to be the heat. Its all kind of funny if you ask me, but I know my brother doesn't really find it has funny. Though he tottally would if it was happening to me or my sister. Well maybe just if it was happening to my sister cause everyone likes me best. Ok I joke they do not like me best. Though I do not know why as I am awesome.
Other things of note:
Number of times I have been called baby at work so far this week=0 but I've only work two days and one of them was an overnight inventory.
Number of times I've been told I have a nice ass in someway shape or form this week at work=1 not really work apporiate to talk about my ass but its seems to be topic of too many conversations as its is quite the anomily.
Number of time I've been whisled at while going to the store to buy jeans that actually migth fit over my ass=1.
Number of dollars in my bank account=19
Number of dollars I've spent anyways= far to much to add.
Number of times I almost threw my keys at someone at work for being a bitch=1.
Number of blonde wigs I've tried on today=10

Questions and such.

Ok so recently I've been thinking to myself about the world of dating. I'm sure to getting some interesting comments since oh all of my readers are married. Well unless you are a reader who doesn't post in which case speak up I tire quickly of hearing from the same people.
Anyways so the question on the table is when did the second date become the sex date. I mean I thought it was always the third date. I just ask this because I have had a few dates recently where it seems that the guys I've gone out with seem to think that the second date is the sex date. Now I'm not a prude or anything. But by the second date I not even really sure that I remember a persons last name.
I do understand that its not always necessary to remember a persons last name, but I'm not talking about a one night stand. Since this is a second date it should not be a one night stand. As a one night stand does not require more than one night, nor does it even require a date.
Anyways the second date does imply more than a one night stand, but it shouldn't really imply sex. I'm talking about a real date with someone you don't really know. I can see how if you've known the person for ever and decided to date that might be different. I know most guys are all about sex, but seriously don't they get that to push too soon is not a good thing, and probably will get you the opposite of what you want.