Saturday is widely know as "Date Day" in the younger society. The youth of every generation have met at coffee shops and bars around the world or have gone to the movies after dinner, some even go dancing. I have neither the motivation to find a man to date in this area nor the desire to date online. I do not want to become a lampshade in some crazy man's apartment. I mean look at the Craigslist Killer. It's just not in my nature to go to a bar and try to pick up some drunk bastard who wont even remember my name in the morning. I am sure that I will find someone by the time I am... I was going to say 30 but that's just around the corner and therefore not realistic... so I guess that I will aim high and say 35. And with any luck I will be divorced by 40. But dating is not how I celebrate the weekend.
I know Saturday as the day that I lay around watching TV and switching from one crappy movie to another surrounded by my cats. I also eat ice cream but that's besides the point. Saturday is the day that I prove to myself I am so lazy that I can't get off my butt to choose one of the over 600 DVDs that I own. Instead I try to find a television movie that wont offend my delicate senses. And to top it off network television just can't find it in itself to have programing for the crazy cat ladies (like myself) who stay home on a Saturday night. Harper's Island is NOT the answer. Neither are repeats of the weeks shows. No one has thought to corner the spinster market. Well not on television anyway. I mean they have totally tapped into the knitting and scrapbooking market. Maybe they can come up with some show about loving the way you live your life... cats, scrapbooking, crocheting and all.
Thankfully I will keep on truckin' and my cats and I will be found on some distant Saturday all crusty and molded with some crappy ABC Family movie about a snow globe and a manatee... one can only hope.
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