1. What's the longest time that you've waited to meet your date? Tell us when and what happened.
Technically, twelve hours that stretched into seventeen across seven states because I had to sight-see on my way. What was I thinking? It wasn't the last time he had to wait on me (I stretched his patience so) but I never refused his plane ticket offers again.
In recent news, 45-minutes because he got held up at work. Phone calls work for me. I know how to prissy sit at the bar and wait.
2. What's the longest time that you've waited for a job interview? Tell us when and what happened.
I'm still waiting for the United Nations to call about that international security position I
created applied for - International Keeper of The Peace Globes at the Department of BlogBlast For Peace.
At your service. At the ready.
3. What's the longest time that you've waited to have sex the first time with someone? Tell us why you waited.
Nosy question. True answer: Three 1/2 years. And then he slipped a ring on my finger at midnight on a beautiful beach. We got married and divorced in a universe far far away.
4. What's the longest time that you've not gone out on the town?
Tell us when and what happened.
During the marriage that began on a beach at midnight. Bwahaahhhaaa
During the Grotto Days. Contrary to popular blogosphere belief, the Dungeon actually has a jacuzzi tub and fireplace. (Don't tell Thom) An old boyfriend with a penchant for romance liked to call it "Our Grotto". We could shut the door and shut out the world. When we weren't dating proper in a restaurant or at a movie, he'd bring food or I would **cough cough** attempt to cook. One night we had a picnic on a blanket in front of a fire downstairs. It was snowing outside. Going out just never could compare to that feeling of seclusion.
5. What's the longest time that you've worked without a break. Tell us what your job was and why did it happen.
My job was to unravel the cute little fortune cookie wrappers with my lips and read it to him. Sloooowwwly. One night, this is what it said:
"Blog? What's a blog?" I asked him. Mimi Writes has lasted a lot longer than the relationship did. He had an odd little habit of going from very single to very married to very divorced to very single very fast. A cookie with an attorney's ad inside would have been more useful to him.
(Hi Jeff. I'm sorry about your divorce but I did love our grotto days. No, I do not want to get back together with you. Hope alimony is going well though. Send food. Love, Mimi)
6. What's the longest time that you've not posted on your blog? Tell us when and why.
After the fortune cookie incident he wouldn't let me out for ten days. It was tough to stay down there with him
7. What's the longest time that you've been on the computer? Tell us what you were doing.
That's easy. I crawled out of the Grotto for Peace Globe Day 2006, 2006, 2008. My hands were glued to the keyboard. I start getting globes and emails from the other side of the world a full day before it begins here in the United States. One of the very first peace globes I ever received came from a woman called iamnasra in Oman from the blog A Window Within Myself. I was in awe of of her beautiful poem. I'll never forget the feeling of wonder I had staring at the globes come in that first November night 2006.
And the feeling will be just as wonderful on November 5th, 2009 - not quite as magical and momentous as the virgin globe flight - but awesome. It always is.
Breaking news! This year, I may have friends and blog friends here to share it with me. I have promised them I won't cook. No grotto. No hot tub. No cookies. But we will have a party in the castle for sure.
8. What's the longest time that you've waited for a friend? Tell us when and what happened.
Sixty seconds. That's not a long wait at all. Every day all day long every 60 seconds someone is waiting to beFRIEND me on Facebook. Then they start throwing hugs and growing bonsai trees. I'm exhausted watering all the plants.
9. What's the longest time that you've gone without food? Tell us when and why.
I've been hungry since the Grotto days. He stopped bringing food after he got married. I never understood that. He knows I can't cook. Is that too much to ask??!