Mother Nature

So THAT'S why I want to rub my eyeballs out and feel like scraping the inside of my throat with sandpaper: these maliciously blooming...green things all over Manhattan! These were just 2 itty bitty little side streets in Chelsea. Now multiply that by Central Park, which is where all of my windows face. A pleasant problem to have, except when it's allergy hell season. Ah, Mother Nature.

Apparently, I am allergic to nothing in Hong Kong (except possibly my job) but as soon as I stepped off the plane in Newark: itch, itch, itch, sneeze, sniffle. Attractive thought, no?


And in other news, I have forked over $$ to Chemistry-spawn-of-Match-dot-com and started the do-si-do of the dating dance. Agh. Shoot me now. Please.

The whole system on Chem, while seemingly more productive than e-hellmoney, is rather stressful: there are all of these quizzes, questionnaires, sliding scale measurements, etc. which must be answered/dealt with before one is allowed to go to the next step or ask for more matches. I feel like I'm on a damn job interview.

On the bright side, it does seem to at least weed out the wildly inappropriate guys. You know, the 55 year old, separated but not divorced, smoker who's ignored every criteria I put on my profile. It does feel like the complete antithesis of Mother Nature though. Here's hoping that it might at least minimize the first date angst. Once I finally pass through all of the other steps on the checklist in order to get there, that is.