February 24, 2003

first runner up

No, no, no!

See, this was not how it was supposed to work. Clearly, did not get applications reviewed in time (having been impaired by current illness), but the plan was for J to be replaced before he did the replacing!
By means of J-Intuition knew that he had a date on Saturday night, and even with whom he was going. So when he fessed up via email, was not shocked. Not in the least. Stung within inch of life by some horrid torture device? Sure. But not shocked.
Told J that was unhappy with idea of being replaced.

J: H, no one on the face of the earth could replace what you mean to me.
H: If only that were true.

Feel as though am watching pageant winner being fitted with sparkly tiara, while yours truly fidgets with stiff, glitter-encrusted sash bearing horrible words, First Runner Up hearing cheeseball announcer handing out slimy condolences, "If for any reason tonight's winner should be unable to fulfill her duties..." Perhaps if fidget enough, will not have to hear crowned winner pledging to do her best, etc.
Am used-up, empty, First Runner Up. Winner of lifetime supply of nothing special.
Oh, and this sash.

Posted by This Fish at February 24, 2003 10:32 AM
Comments

I'm so sorry. I'm usually a lurker, but good goddess, I really hoped he'd come to his senses. I can't imagine WHAT he is thinking, you sound wonderful. I wish for many hot, young men to fall at your feet.

Moire

Posted by: Moire at February 24, 2003 10:50 AM

Don't despair. Please. Concentrate on yourself, 'cause you're worth it. Sorry to be advising in the AFZ.

Posted by: Michael at February 24, 2003 10:57 AM

i wouldn't be very concerned about coming in second for a contest i never really wanted to win.

Posted by: hubs at February 24, 2003 12:25 PM

Well... that's it. I've heard enough. I say we string him up by his toes and let the rats get him... I mean sheesh!

What an ass. An unmitigated ass...

*kisses*

Posted by: Ari at February 24, 2003 12:50 PM

But what a lovely sash it is! I mean, glitter! And don't you get flowers too? Come on, glitter and flowers. That's enough to make anyone happy.

Posted by: kelly at February 24, 2003 02:52 PM

WOW! Your site looks beautiful! Rock out my lil' Fish! Thanks for keeping me as an "addictive blog". I would just die if you ever removed me.
DIE!

Posted by: Joe CuttheShit at February 24, 2003 03:51 PM

Oh I think I can come up with a lifetime supply of Turtle Wax...and a hug. A big one too...

Posted by: Brian, the 646 Guy at February 24, 2003 03:52 PM

Fish, I'm happy to unearth scandal on the pageant winner which can be secretly released to
thesmokinggun.com and put a quick end to her reign.

PS. LOOVE LOOOOVE LOOOVE the new look...also, I got a little teary when I saw my crappy blog on your addicted to list...the pressure.

Posted by: snarky at February 24, 2003 05:01 PM

One can only hope that as time passes you will see many reasons why he is not good enough for you. In the meantime, there is always Ben & Jerrys... Chunky Monkey was my favorite during last break up. :) Hang in there.

Posted by: sue at February 24, 2003 08:47 PM

Um...it's a very...pretty sash...

Seriously, though, you want maybe somebody to kick this guy's ass? Because I know a couple of people, and I think we can all agree that while an ass-kicking might not necessarily solve anything, it certainly couldn't hurt, so to speak. Nothing too permanent-like, just a little wake-up call. (We're gonna need something a little more specific than "J" though; the sheer number of "J's" in your area would frankly make this a little cost-prohibitive.)

Posted by: Ken Goldstein at February 24, 2003 09:01 PM

Fish...you are no one's second best! She'll probably get her crown taken away for like posing naked in some magazine or something.

Posted by: Christy at February 24, 2003 09:18 PM

KG: Two guys, an Escort, and a couple of baseball bats, eh?

Posted by: Frankenstein at February 24, 2003 10:30 PM

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.

Posted by: Nielsen Lief at November 28, 2003 02:12 PM

Perceptions do not limit reality.

Posted by: Anderson Christopher at November 28, 2003 02:12 PM