Why Pennies Are Better Than Men

Ok, so that's a bit of generalization, I suppose. I happen to be a big fan many men I know...in fact, several of you are reading this blog (hi, Dad!). But there are a few fellows out there who could use a sit down with Ms. Manners. But I have to say...Abe & his cute little copper self have never done me wrong. I really appreciate the fact that no penny has every whistled at me from a moving car or stood me up for a date. Honestly...I thank you for your manners, Abe!

And although I could do without obnoxious whistles and no-show dates...I'm not sure I would like to do without the story that follows (mostly because my girlfriends & I have had several laughs about it).

I know that my love of pennies makes me a bit quirky and entertaining to some, for which I am grateful (especially if these people bring me their pennies!)...but I am not quite sure how one 45-minute conversation with a guy I met by chance qualifies him to be able to tell me off in a 6-part text message. Yeah, 6 parts. Seriously...you have to read this to believe it.

Text 1--
I just wanted to write you and and tell you goodbye and it was nice meeting you. I called you several times and I feel as though you are blowing me off w

Text 2--
hich is fine but the real. I came out and told you how I felt about you and you had an excuse about you seeing someone and getting over that person, that's

Text 3--
fine and I respect that, but that does not mean you can treat someone who cares about you that way. what goes around comes around, in any event never treat

Text 4--
someone who cares about you jacked up. my self confidence is way to high to trip off of this but maybe you need to work on yours, because I am real and h

Text 5--
onest with my feelings and my life. Take care of yourself and goodluck. I will lose your number so I don't have to feel I am bothering you. I was calling

Text 6--
because I really liked you. I am totally disappointed because I never thought you would be like this.....Whatever man!!!!

After receiving this message, I felt a bit like Wayne Campbell in "Wayne's World" when Stacy is ranting on & on and finishes with "You know, Wayne...if you're not careful, you're gonna lose me."

To which Wayne replies, "I lost you two months ago. We broke up...get the net!"

Wayne, I know how you feel. Only my "Stacy" and I never dated. We were strangers in the night (or the middle of the afternoon to be more specific). Get the net!