{"id":343,"date":"2012-11-03T14:20:21","date_gmt":"2012-11-03T18:20:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/?p=343"},"modified":"2026-04-07T09:06:30","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T13:06:30","slug":"im-married","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/2012\/11\/03\/im-married\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;I&#8217;m Married&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Just a glimpse of her face inside Super Flea, but I was sure I&#8217;d seen her before. \u00a0I checked the mobile\/locals features on my phone&#8217;s PoF and OKC apps, but got nothing. \u00a0Oh well. \u00a0I was leaving, anyway. \u00a0I&#8217;d sold off this week&#8217;s portion of my childhood to pay for the mistakes of my adulthood, and there isn&#8217;t much left there I haven&#8217;t seen.<\/p>\n<p>There she is in the parking lot walking ahead of me, so I call out, &#8220;Hey, are you on one of the dating sites?&#8221; \u00a0She either doesn&#8217;t hear or is ignoring me, so I grunt\/snort and continue toward my car.<\/p>\n<p>She turns, so I ask again, inoffensively smiling and cordial: &#8220;Are you on one of the dating sites, like Plenty of Fish or OK Cupid?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>With a cringe, and a waggle of the hand with her ring-finger and an aura of absolute disgust, she replies, &#8220;I&#8217;m <em>married<\/em>.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>&#8220;I&#8217;ll be right back. \u00a0Hang out with my cousin here for a while.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>She&#8217;s beautiful.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>But then, most objectively average females are &#8220;beautiful&#8221; when you&#8217;re in high school. \u00a0Hell, they&#8217;re beautiful when you&#8217;re a man. \u00a0Maybe because they remind you of all the ones you missed when you were young, or maybe just because they&#8217;re soft and unblemished and absent the rusty armor of years. \u00a0Our caveman self still wants to fuck anywoman with shiny hair.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>I shift from one foot to another. \u00a0She looks around, desperately trying to find someone other than this awkward geek, this creep, this weird little fucker.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>I figure I should talk, right? \u00a0Say something. \u00a0We&#8217;re at the school off-hours. \u00a0Picking up yearbooks.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>&#8220;So, did you get a yearboo&#8211;&#8221; is all I get out. \u00a0She recognizes someone, and calls out to them with an enthusiastic wave.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>&#8220;OH hey!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>And she&#8217;s gone. \u00a0 Not a word to me, but she might as well have uttered some ancient, horrific curse.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>She walks to her car. \u00a0Mine is right there, so I get inside.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe she thought I was following her.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe she thought I was dangerous.<\/p>\n<p>There are a lot of maybes here that would mitigate her being such a goddamned mother-fucking cunt to me.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, fuck &#8217;em all. \u00a0Fuck &#8217;em all to fucking Hell.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just a glimpse of her face inside Super Flea, but I was sure I&#8217;d seen her before. \u00a0I checked the mobile\/locals features on my phone&#8217;s PoF and OKC apps, but got nothing. \u00a0Oh well. \u00a0I was leaving, anyway. \u00a0I&#8217;d sold off this week&#8217;s portion of my childhood to pay for the mistakes of my adulthood, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[45,3,33,46,89,44],"class_list":["post-343","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-me","tag-dating","tag-depression","tag-fuckitall","tag-loneliness","tag-raw","tag-women"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/343","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=343"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/343\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":461,"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/343\/revisions\/461"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=343"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=343"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=343"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}