You know the title of my blog? Dating for the clueless… I am learning more and more that this is completely true. I’m clueless! It’s been a week since I last posted. I honestly don’t know where that time went. I’ve completely given up on the first dating website I was on. I’ve exhausted all possibilities, even the foreign guys. I still get messages here or there, but along the lines of just “hi” or “you're really hot for a redhead”. Nothing promising. The funniest thing is that I’m starting to notice the same people from that website on the other website. I did look to see if there was a dating website for starving artists. There is, but it is pretty empty. I suppose “starving artist” might imply that they can’t afford the internet, or a place to live.
I get comments here or there, and I want to thank Amy for her kind words. I think just in general for dating we all need to find someone who accepts us regardless. Each person has their own quirks. My quirks are health related. A few different on-line people have sent me messages stating that they are intimidated by my profile, or they think I’m too good for them. Literally, people will start off their message “It’s clear you’re probably way too good for me…”. I looked over my profile, and I don’t know what to change. It sounds like I’m a nice person, but it also sounds like I’m a focused person, which I am. I think I’m one of those people you need to meet in person. It’s easy for me to make friends, so I think I’d have better luck if I actually met one of these on-line guys. I just have no clue how to go about that.
I had an instant message conversation with one guy tonight. The conversation was so dead it deserved its own obituary. We’ll call him non-profit guy. Non-profit guy is currently in the process of getting a master's in religion. He was an actor until he injured his leg, and wasn’t able to be in theatre for a while. He decided at that point to get his masters degree, and he wants to spend his life working for a non-profit. Doesn’t this sound promising? The conversation was so awful. We didn’t click at all. It just goes to show that you can have a lot in common, but that can mean absolutely nothing in terms of compatibility.
That brings us to cynical journalist. I don’t understand! I hear from him about once a week. I’m friends with him on facebook now. I sent him a short message of “what is the deciding factor as to whether we talk again”. He sent me a message back. I guess he got the go-ahead to do a freelance story on my non-profit. I’m beginning to feel like a great storyline, and not a great dating prospect. This is something that has to be clarified ASAP. He also told me of a traffic violation which he thought was apparently a deal breaker. Do I seem that judgmental? He instant messaged me right after he sent the message, and we talked for a while. I really like talking to him. He joked about having to get nice clothes to come to the fundraiser I’m holding. I would like to meet him before the fundraiser, if he plans to attend. I'll have no time that night to chat with him. He said he wanted to meet some weekend. The next day I sent him a message saying I’d be at a certain place hanging up posters, and that lunch or coffee might be nice. I haven’t heard back from him since then. Why does he keep saying he wants to meet me? Is it just to write the newspaper story? He checked out my on-line dating profile twice today. What does that mean?
I plan to feature advice given to me by some of my friends. My first friend offering advice would like to be known as Eva Mendel. She has some health problems too. Eva was telling me that her health problems bother her more than they do her boyfriend. Her boyfriend believes that something could happen to any one of us at any point (which it could), so there is no reason for health issues to be the deal breaker in a potentially great relationship. Eva told me that in general I need to put myself out there more. Otherwise I’ll always wonder what if I had done things differently. This is appropriate advice because I really don’t like putting myself out there.
The following is a direct quote from Eva about my concern that my profile is leading people to feel like they are not good enough to date me… “You do not give the impression that you are too good for someone. I think that what they mean is that you are a selfless person who is striving for great things. People think that they will not measure up to all that you have done. They feel that they won't live up to the caring, beautiful, intelligent person that you are. I don't think they mean it in a bad way like you are putting yourself in a position where you think that you are better than them. You have never given off that impression. Quite the opposite. You are grounded, know what you want, and will go great lengths to achieve your goal. Sometimes that makes people feel that that you are too good for them. Don't take it in a bad way. Take it as more of a compliment. It’s their problem, I guess, not yours.”
Wow! I never thought of things like that. I also have amazing friends. Thanks to Eva for the kind words and great insight!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of a blood donor boyfriend. Only A+/A-/O+/O- need apply!
I feel like I haven’t posted anything in a while. I don’t want to neglect this blog. I know I have readers, and I want to keep my readers! I’ve had a few 80 year old days recently (which is any day I feel 80 instead of 21), and have been watching bad daytime TV instead of typing. I’ve also been getting some extra sleep which cuts out the midnight posts. I hope you all understand. There has been a lot of contemplation over the last few days about multiple things in regards to dating.
There was an article that made MSN’s front page about not settling. Basically the main point was if you are complaining about being 40 and single because you didn’t settle, you would probably have complained about being 40 and in a terrible marriage if you had settled. My sentiments exactly. The dating mixer was called off due to the proximity of a very important fundraiser I am holding. Well, I should say the mixer was called off for Sally and I. There will be other opportunities I’m sure. I investigated other random dating websites, but didn’t sign up. There was one for pretty women seeking rich guys. Not my thing. Why isn’t there a website for the impoverished artsy people? Then I found a website for people who probably meet their yearly deductibles for health insurance. There were actually healthy people seeking out sick people. I found this highly suspicious. Also, when someone lists “shy” as their disability, it is just plain insulting.
At the health conferences I attend for “chronic” people like me, there is a running joke we should have “dating advice” sessions. I think we probably should because I have no clue how to approach this issue. A lot of my friends have health issues, and everyone who knows me (unless they’ve been under a rock forever) knows that I’m not the poster child of wellness. I’m not dying, I’m just complicated! I can take care of myself. A huge part of my life has been volunteering for organizations, including starting my own camp, to make people like myself have easier lives. It’s not like this is even a topic that can be held off until you’ve dated someone a while. It’s a lot for a person to wrap their head around, but it has been my whole life. It seems so normal to me. I realize it is anything but normal to others. “Hey love, what’s your blood type? It’s time for a transfusion, you interested?” is not cute! There’s no way to package “my body doesn’t really make its own blood” amongst other things with a little bow on top. Some of my family and friends lovingly refer to me as a vampire. I guess from there it’s either they are ok with it, or they aren’t. That’s something that is very important to know. It will just hurt if I ever find someone who finds less than perfect health to be a deal breaker.
The dating websites have been slow. Not that I’ve really been on them that much. I’m bored with the whole process. You talk to people for a while, and then they stop writing. I’ve even neglected to send a few people messages back. There was an 18 year old who was arguing the fact that he is not too young for me. He said I was lying when I said I had graduated college at 20. Not so. One guy wrote me a letter that the website rejected because it was so long! He had to shorten it quite a bit. He said movie and music interests define whether he is interested in a girl. Do movies and music matter that much? I guess it’s something to think about.
I didn’t hear back from cynical journalist. He hadn’t even been on the website. I decided I would friend him on facebook. He did give me his name after all. I wrote a disclaimer message that if I was way off base and he didn’t want to friend me, I would understand. I really would like to talk to him again. I found him very interesting. Preferably, I’d like to meet him outside of computer-world. He accepted my request… and now what? Do I wait for him to contact me? Do I contact him? I need advice! Please feel free to leave non-harassing opinion messages! Anyone can post a reply. Wait. What if he reads this? Hmmm…
Dear Cynical Journalist,
I hope you don’t mind that I’ve been writing about you on a dating blog that you, until now, didn’t know about. I’m a writer. You’re a writer. You get it, right? I also hope you are ok with your blog name. You claimed to be cynical, and you are a journalist. I thought you were pretty cool when we e-mailed/chatted. We seemed to have a lot in common. I would like to talk to you again. Remember when you mentioned meeting? Well I still think that was a great idea. I’m a particular fan of Starbucks. I have this weekend free. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m a vampire. The cats out of the bag there.
Sincerely,
The Abnormal Redhead Girl from the Dating Website Who Friended You on Facebook
That’s all I have for now. I need to find other ways to meet guys.
-SJ
There was an article that made MSN’s front page about not settling. Basically the main point was if you are complaining about being 40 and single because you didn’t settle, you would probably have complained about being 40 and in a terrible marriage if you had settled. My sentiments exactly. The dating mixer was called off due to the proximity of a very important fundraiser I am holding. Well, I should say the mixer was called off for Sally and I. There will be other opportunities I’m sure. I investigated other random dating websites, but didn’t sign up. There was one for pretty women seeking rich guys. Not my thing. Why isn’t there a website for the impoverished artsy people? Then I found a website for people who probably meet their yearly deductibles for health insurance. There were actually healthy people seeking out sick people. I found this highly suspicious. Also, when someone lists “shy” as their disability, it is just plain insulting.
At the health conferences I attend for “chronic” people like me, there is a running joke we should have “dating advice” sessions. I think we probably should because I have no clue how to approach this issue. A lot of my friends have health issues, and everyone who knows me (unless they’ve been under a rock forever) knows that I’m not the poster child of wellness. I’m not dying, I’m just complicated! I can take care of myself. A huge part of my life has been volunteering for organizations, including starting my own camp, to make people like myself have easier lives. It’s not like this is even a topic that can be held off until you’ve dated someone a while. It’s a lot for a person to wrap their head around, but it has been my whole life. It seems so normal to me. I realize it is anything but normal to others. “Hey love, what’s your blood type? It’s time for a transfusion, you interested?” is not cute! There’s no way to package “my body doesn’t really make its own blood” amongst other things with a little bow on top. Some of my family and friends lovingly refer to me as a vampire. I guess from there it’s either they are ok with it, or they aren’t. That’s something that is very important to know. It will just hurt if I ever find someone who finds less than perfect health to be a deal breaker.
The dating websites have been slow. Not that I’ve really been on them that much. I’m bored with the whole process. You talk to people for a while, and then they stop writing. I’ve even neglected to send a few people messages back. There was an 18 year old who was arguing the fact that he is not too young for me. He said I was lying when I said I had graduated college at 20. Not so. One guy wrote me a letter that the website rejected because it was so long! He had to shorten it quite a bit. He said movie and music interests define whether he is interested in a girl. Do movies and music matter that much? I guess it’s something to think about.
I didn’t hear back from cynical journalist. He hadn’t even been on the website. I decided I would friend him on facebook. He did give me his name after all. I wrote a disclaimer message that if I was way off base and he didn’t want to friend me, I would understand. I really would like to talk to him again. I found him very interesting. Preferably, I’d like to meet him outside of computer-world. He accepted my request… and now what? Do I wait for him to contact me? Do I contact him? I need advice! Please feel free to leave non-harassing opinion messages! Anyone can post a reply. Wait. What if he reads this? Hmmm…
Dear Cynical Journalist,
I hope you don’t mind that I’ve been writing about you on a dating blog that you, until now, didn’t know about. I’m a writer. You’re a writer. You get it, right? I also hope you are ok with your blog name. You claimed to be cynical, and you are a journalist. I thought you were pretty cool when we e-mailed/chatted. We seemed to have a lot in common. I would like to talk to you again. Remember when you mentioned meeting? Well I still think that was a great idea. I’m a particular fan of Starbucks. I have this weekend free. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m a vampire. The cats out of the bag there.
Sincerely,
The Abnormal Redhead Girl from the Dating Website Who Friended You on Facebook
That’s all I have for now. I need to find other ways to meet guys.
-SJ
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The "Next Best Thing"
The case with on-line dating, supposedly, is that at times something better comes along than the person you are talking to. I’ve never had this happen to me. I can multi-task the conversations. I’m assuming the “next best thing” tends to apply to the men, and who they decide to contact. I’m worried that might be the case with the cynical journalist. I’m seriously putting assumptions on this. I’m a terrible person for patience, and I am actively working on that. People have lives and are busy.
It started with cynical journalist saying that he would like to meet me. Absolutely! I gave him my phone number. I would like to talk to him on the phone first before meeting him, if only just to arrange the (kind of?) date. He ended up instant messaging me that night. We had a very long instant message conversation. He seemed surprised that two people who had never met would have so much to talk about. I was equally shocked.
It gets so much better. I’ve been telling him about this non-profit I started up last May. There is a fundraiser coming up in February. He is very interested in the whole thing. Not even a feigned interest. It’s a definite real interest in what I am doing. I finally told him the organization’s name. He went to the website and said he liked it. He read my bio, and he said it made him feel that he hasn’t accomplished a lot. That’s terrible. That last thing I want is a nice potentially date-able guy to be intimidated by my accomplishments. He starts throwing out ideas of places to hang posters. This is where it gets even better. He tells me he has newspaper connections that he can talk to about the fundraiser. I couldn’t believe it. This guy is near amazing! At this point I’m figuring that he must have a significant interest in getting to know me. Why would a person use their connections for just anybody? He sent out some press releases for me, and the website is already getting hits by the papers.
From there we talked over some of the creepy people on the dating websites. He has only been on the website for about a week. We talked about our dogs, and some of their funny quirks. We discovered that we both eat Cheerios in the morning. He said “I’ll look forward to talking to you again, tomorrow perhaps.” That was two days ago! I know his name, as he gave it to me. I could friend him on facebook, but I am trying to reign in my inner creeper. Because that’s creepy, right? I hope to hear from him soon. I wonder if he thought my organization was more interesting than he thought I was.
-SJ
It started with cynical journalist saying that he would like to meet me. Absolutely! I gave him my phone number. I would like to talk to him on the phone first before meeting him, if only just to arrange the (kind of?) date. He ended up instant messaging me that night. We had a very long instant message conversation. He seemed surprised that two people who had never met would have so much to talk about. I was equally shocked.
It gets so much better. I’ve been telling him about this non-profit I started up last May. There is a fundraiser coming up in February. He is very interested in the whole thing. Not even a feigned interest. It’s a definite real interest in what I am doing. I finally told him the organization’s name. He went to the website and said he liked it. He read my bio, and he said it made him feel that he hasn’t accomplished a lot. That’s terrible. That last thing I want is a nice potentially date-able guy to be intimidated by my accomplishments. He starts throwing out ideas of places to hang posters. This is where it gets even better. He tells me he has newspaper connections that he can talk to about the fundraiser. I couldn’t believe it. This guy is near amazing! At this point I’m figuring that he must have a significant interest in getting to know me. Why would a person use their connections for just anybody? He sent out some press releases for me, and the website is already getting hits by the papers.
From there we talked over some of the creepy people on the dating websites. He has only been on the website for about a week. We talked about our dogs, and some of their funny quirks. We discovered that we both eat Cheerios in the morning. He said “I’ll look forward to talking to you again, tomorrow perhaps.” That was two days ago! I know his name, as he gave it to me. I could friend him on facebook, but I am trying to reign in my inner creeper. Because that’s creepy, right? I hope to hear from him soon. I wonder if he thought my organization was more interesting than he thought I was.
-SJ
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The end of the musician era...
It’s the official end of musician guy. He will never be mentioned in the blog again. He really doesn’t deserve the name stunning other than I was completely stunned to discover more about him. I talked to him again on-line, and things seemed in a good place. I explained that he needed to figure out his life mess before I would ever go out with him (example – divorce finalized first). For goodness sakes, get a duplex too instead of living in the same house with her.
I wondered last night just how many dating websites he was on. I decided to Google his on-line screen name. Wow, did I find stuff. He has been on at least four to five different websites since 2006! He misrepresents himself on every single website. He gives different ages, different marital statuses, etc. It’s like completely different personas for each one. One website was just looking for various degrees of hooking up (sometimes with multiple people). Did I mention he apparently has a daughter too? It’s his own fault he married to help someone get their green card. That’s no reason to be a man-whore. I don’t care how doting of a father he claims to be, I feel awful for those children. Maybe I’m a bit naive, but I never would have guessed. He’s off my AIM list and deleted out of my cell phone. Great, now I have to ask people if they are married. I just heard on TV that 1/3 of on-line dating people are married. Beautiful face or not, musician guy is not a beautiful person.
As I’m typing, I’m pretty sure that someone is trying to pick me up on facebook. Weird! I’ve never had someone randomly message me. This guy knows someone that I know. He wrote me a whole paragraph. I’m not big on friending random people though, even if they do know other people I know. The dating websites are, well, the same. Nothing has really piqued my interests. I’ve actually come across a few guys that would be perfect for Sally. I’ve forwarded on their screen names to her. At least one of us needs to find a guy. I’m still talking to the Irish guy. Apparently he is finishing his BA and not PhD. It seems that people really do get the education level thing confused. He’s been telling me about his final school project film that he has been working on.
Did I mention I sort of got asked out on a date? I did! This would be my first on-line date. It’s the cynical journalist! He said he wanted to meet up, and I gave him my phone number. He even apologized on the day he didn’t send me a message which was not necessary, but definitely pretty nice. We both took a personality test, and both came back as being a hippie. He is splendidly sarcastic, and generally just interesting. We graduated from the same college too. He seems to know what he wants to do with his life. Also, he has not called me gorgeous, hot, cute, beautiful, etc… I see that as a plus. So far the guys who have said that immediately have turned out to be sketchy.
-SJ
I wondered last night just how many dating websites he was on. I decided to Google his on-line screen name. Wow, did I find stuff. He has been on at least four to five different websites since 2006! He misrepresents himself on every single website. He gives different ages, different marital statuses, etc. It’s like completely different personas for each one. One website was just looking for various degrees of hooking up (sometimes with multiple people). Did I mention he apparently has a daughter too? It’s his own fault he married to help someone get their green card. That’s no reason to be a man-whore. I don’t care how doting of a father he claims to be, I feel awful for those children. Maybe I’m a bit naive, but I never would have guessed. He’s off my AIM list and deleted out of my cell phone. Great, now I have to ask people if they are married. I just heard on TV that 1/3 of on-line dating people are married. Beautiful face or not, musician guy is not a beautiful person.
As I’m typing, I’m pretty sure that someone is trying to pick me up on facebook. Weird! I’ve never had someone randomly message me. This guy knows someone that I know. He wrote me a whole paragraph. I’m not big on friending random people though, even if they do know other people I know. The dating websites are, well, the same. Nothing has really piqued my interests. I’ve actually come across a few guys that would be perfect for Sally. I’ve forwarded on their screen names to her. At least one of us needs to find a guy. I’m still talking to the Irish guy. Apparently he is finishing his BA and not PhD. It seems that people really do get the education level thing confused. He’s been telling me about his final school project film that he has been working on.
Did I mention I sort of got asked out on a date? I did! This would be my first on-line date. It’s the cynical journalist! He said he wanted to meet up, and I gave him my phone number. He even apologized on the day he didn’t send me a message which was not necessary, but definitely pretty nice. We both took a personality test, and both came back as being a hippie. He is splendidly sarcastic, and generally just interesting. We graduated from the same college too. He seems to know what he wants to do with his life. Also, he has not called me gorgeous, hot, cute, beautiful, etc… I see that as a plus. So far the guys who have said that immediately have turned out to be sketchy.
-SJ
Sunday, January 24, 2010
"No one's got it all..."
I talked to stunning musician guy on the phone. Complete and utter failure. I’m pretty sure my words weren’t even audible. I wasn’t expecting he was going to call, and technically he didn’t mean to call me (to be explained). I got extremely nervous. I haven’t done the “talking on the phone” thing since probably middle school. I was a phone talking pro back then. I could not breathe well the entire time I was talking to him. This has never happened. My face flushed, and still has yet to become normal in tone even though about a half hour has gone by. There was way too much nervous laughter on my part. Not to mention saying cool like every other word. I hope he reads this so I can apologize for being an awkward human being. I’m not even shy. What the heck?
How did he end up calling me? His iPhone literally called me all by itself. It’s a plus that I’m actually programmed in his phone, but the intent to call me was not his own. I don’t think it was a good time to talk. He had to hang up and call back about three times… calling after his son, running into other parents. That’s not a problem. He’s making BANANA muffins today. My mind was going into anaphylactic shock just hearing about it. I guess he was married. The details on this are kind of vague and confusing. Something about a green card. He still lives with her! I’m glad I was sitting down because the room started fading to black. I had to focus on not passing out. This is not a good situation. I’m a good girl. Not a potential home wrecker. I like the creative aspect of musicians, but I'm not out to find a bad boy (man, I guess). If you know my life, you know it has its own forms of mess. I don't need someone else's mess too. I clearly need to ask more questions. I’m horrified and slightly devastated. On-line dating is misleading.
I’m finally talking to someone on the other website. We’ll call him cynical journalist. He is 23 and went to school for journalism, hence the name. He just got out of a three year relationship last year. What is with all these guys and these crazy long term relationships at such a young age? I’m slightly surprised by it. His life goal is to be a crime-solving journalist. It reminds me of the mystery books I’ve been reading recently. He likes pineapple pizza and Jack Kerouac. I approve! He has a dog that he goes running with, and plays guitar in his free time. Our letters to each other are extremely long because we are both writers and get lost in thought. We’ve talked about travelling, and about how he can get more involved in volunteering. This is probably the most promising person thus far.
I’m still talking to the foreigners. They are still great to talk to. That one Swedish guy with the great profile got back to me. He told me all men from Sweden are pretty amazing. He’s promoting the entire country which is so funny and cute.
Alright everyone, I’m going to go listen to music and do things that do not consist of on-line dating. I hate to have such a short post, but the skanky musician guy thing threw me for a loop. I’ll be fine. Hope everyone else is having a great weekend!
-SJ
(Note from iPod playlist – “Hero” by Regina Spektor)
How did he end up calling me? His iPhone literally called me all by itself. It’s a plus that I’m actually programmed in his phone, but the intent to call me was not his own. I don’t think it was a good time to talk. He had to hang up and call back about three times… calling after his son, running into other parents. That’s not a problem. He’s making BANANA muffins today. My mind was going into anaphylactic shock just hearing about it. I guess he was married. The details on this are kind of vague and confusing. Something about a green card. He still lives with her! I’m glad I was sitting down because the room started fading to black. I had to focus on not passing out. This is not a good situation. I’m a good girl. Not a potential home wrecker. I like the creative aspect of musicians, but I'm not out to find a bad boy (man, I guess). If you know my life, you know it has its own forms of mess. I don't need someone else's mess too. I clearly need to ask more questions. I’m horrified and slightly devastated. On-line dating is misleading.
I’m finally talking to someone on the other website. We’ll call him cynical journalist. He is 23 and went to school for journalism, hence the name. He just got out of a three year relationship last year. What is with all these guys and these crazy long term relationships at such a young age? I’m slightly surprised by it. His life goal is to be a crime-solving journalist. It reminds me of the mystery books I’ve been reading recently. He likes pineapple pizza and Jack Kerouac. I approve! He has a dog that he goes running with, and plays guitar in his free time. Our letters to each other are extremely long because we are both writers and get lost in thought. We’ve talked about travelling, and about how he can get more involved in volunteering. This is probably the most promising person thus far.
I’m still talking to the foreigners. They are still great to talk to. That one Swedish guy with the great profile got back to me. He told me all men from Sweden are pretty amazing. He’s promoting the entire country which is so funny and cute.
Alright everyone, I’m going to go listen to music and do things that do not consist of on-line dating. I hate to have such a short post, but the skanky musician guy thing threw me for a loop. I’ll be fine. Hope everyone else is having a great weekend!
-SJ
(Note from iPod playlist – “Hero” by Regina Spektor)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
A Tragic Lesson on How Not to Talk to Guys
Sally and I went out last night. We didn’t want to be out too late. We should’ve had a set plan as to where we were going. We knew certain streets were supposed to be pretty interesting. Sally wore a pink halter dress with silver tights and black heels that were probably about three inches tall. I had on a black and grey mini dress that I bought in LA. I love BCBG. The outfit was completed with purple tights (yes, purple – don’t judge me because I like color) and grey heels.
First problem was that we got lost. I’m not kidding. We were driving around for at least an hour. I’m not an “ask for directions” kind of girl. I just assume I’ll find wherever I’m going eventually. This is probably one of my most annoying habits. Hopefully some guy will find it endearing. The bar people knew we were going out and hid all of the good bars! Lights off guys, they’re on their way! Good girls can’t find the good bars when they actually want to go out. The non-restaurant bars were empty. We asked a bell-hop at a hotel where the best places to go were. We pretended we weren’t from the area. He gave us some suggestions. The first funny moment of the night was when Sally thought she was opening a door to a bar, and it was really a closed hair salon. We went to my favorite Cuban restaurant to have what would turn out to be the only drink of the night.
The place was packed. The door guy from the restaurant took an interest in me, and told people to move from their spots at the bar so we could sit down. He also winked at me. I told Sally it was probably because my dress was so short that with just my jacket, I looked like I literally had only tights on. I got a mojito (with probably half a rum bottle) and Sally got sangria (really light on the orange juice). They were giving everyone complimentary banana chips and guacamole. We asked if they had any tortilla chips, and they didn’t. The bartender asked why we didn’t want banana chips, and I explained I’m allergic to bananas and avocado (kiwi and chestnuts too). He was fascinated by this concept, and asked me to tell him the story of how I became allergic. What? I ate bananas one day and ended up in the hospital when I was 19. Not too exciting. We ordered french fries, and decided after the fact that we should have ordered dessert.
There were these girls sitting next to us that kept complaining about how strong their drinks were. I found it irritating. They were complaining to anyone who would listen. I may or may not have said to Sally “Stupid hoes can’t handle their stupid strong drinks. The bartender was just being nice.”We decided to leave to search for better places. The smartest thing about the Cuban place was that the barstools were weighted down. Sally helped me walk across the street. I walk into walls sober so I wasn’t taking any chances especially with high heels and ice. Sally now calls me a guppy because I am definitely not a fish.
We went back to the hotel because I wanted a cappuccino. We went to the lounge and it was all forty-somethings. This guy who was maybe 30-ish pretended he worked there. He was the most attractive person in the entire place. It was bad enough that it was just Sally and I, since they say going out in threes is better. Well we wanted to find a place to sit down first, and laughed off the flirting attempt on his part. We sat on a couch way to the back far away from cute guy. I badly wanted to lie down just because there was a couch and it seemed like a good idea. I didn’t though. Next thing I know Sally is complaining about her bra being uncomfortable. This is the point of the night where sober Sally takes her bra off in the middle of a hotel bar. I kept mine on. I decided that we needed to go to the table where cute guy was. I felt like taking initiative. Halfway through the bar we discovered there was a girl at the table with the guys. At that point we retreated. We moved forward eventually to sit in the middle of the bar. Sally ordered an entire pie desert. We sat at a table with only two chairs. Cute guy never returned. If you ignore a guy because you want to lie on a couch, he will never come back. Epic fail.
Some time passed, and we went in search of a club. We entered this one club, and it was full of women. Women grouped by the bar. Women dancing in the middle of the room grabbing each other’s butts. We walked straight through and saw no one of interest, and then we left. From there we went to a different hotel because it was where we parked. By the way, the parking lot smelled like bacon. The lounge there turned out to be forty and fifty-somethings listening to jazz music. We took the elevator back down. We then went to what was supposed to be a rock bar. Think a failed attempt at a House of Blues. There were pictures on the walls of Bowie, Hendrix, and Morrison. It could’ve been a cool place. The bouncer was awesome. There was a three dollar cover, and people in front of us were arguing for it to be two dollars less. Two whole dollars? We meandered to the back of the bar where there was a band playing. The most attractive person there was the drummer in the band who apparently could only turn his head one direction. The entire time he played, his head was turned sharp left. It looked painful. We got hit on by a few forty-somethings. This made me question how old I look. I turned to Sally while rubbing my forehead and said “I’m trying to massage out the wrinkles.” The bouncer offered to buy us a drink. I just asked for water. My 24 year old friend, Sally, asked for a kiddie cocktail!
We eventually left to head home. While we walked across the street, a car stopped and asked if we wanted to be involved in an eight-some. No, definitely not. Sally and I then drove back to my house where we loudly sang “Benny and the Jets”. It was the best moment of the night. Next time we decided that we are going out in a different city.
Moving on to on-line guys. Stunning musician guy called me and left the most adorable voice message. I was carrying shopping bags upstairs and didn’t get to the phone in time. I could’ve kicked myself. My life is not awesome sometimes. I called back, but he didn’t answer. Maybe he’ll call again someday. I’m still talking to the two Irish guys and the one Brit. They are rather chatty too. I mean I’m getting quite amazing e-mails. They’re all so artsy. I love it!
-SJ
First problem was that we got lost. I’m not kidding. We were driving around for at least an hour. I’m not an “ask for directions” kind of girl. I just assume I’ll find wherever I’m going eventually. This is probably one of my most annoying habits. Hopefully some guy will find it endearing. The bar people knew we were going out and hid all of the good bars! Lights off guys, they’re on their way! Good girls can’t find the good bars when they actually want to go out. The non-restaurant bars were empty. We asked a bell-hop at a hotel where the best places to go were. We pretended we weren’t from the area. He gave us some suggestions. The first funny moment of the night was when Sally thought she was opening a door to a bar, and it was really a closed hair salon. We went to my favorite Cuban restaurant to have what would turn out to be the only drink of the night.
The place was packed. The door guy from the restaurant took an interest in me, and told people to move from their spots at the bar so we could sit down. He also winked at me. I told Sally it was probably because my dress was so short that with just my jacket, I looked like I literally had only tights on. I got a mojito (with probably half a rum bottle) and Sally got sangria (really light on the orange juice). They were giving everyone complimentary banana chips and guacamole. We asked if they had any tortilla chips, and they didn’t. The bartender asked why we didn’t want banana chips, and I explained I’m allergic to bananas and avocado (kiwi and chestnuts too). He was fascinated by this concept, and asked me to tell him the story of how I became allergic. What? I ate bananas one day and ended up in the hospital when I was 19. Not too exciting. We ordered french fries, and decided after the fact that we should have ordered dessert.
There were these girls sitting next to us that kept complaining about how strong their drinks were. I found it irritating. They were complaining to anyone who would listen. I may or may not have said to Sally “Stupid hoes can’t handle their stupid strong drinks. The bartender was just being nice.”We decided to leave to search for better places. The smartest thing about the Cuban place was that the barstools were weighted down. Sally helped me walk across the street. I walk into walls sober so I wasn’t taking any chances especially with high heels and ice. Sally now calls me a guppy because I am definitely not a fish.
We went back to the hotel because I wanted a cappuccino. We went to the lounge and it was all forty-somethings. This guy who was maybe 30-ish pretended he worked there. He was the most attractive person in the entire place. It was bad enough that it was just Sally and I, since they say going out in threes is better. Well we wanted to find a place to sit down first, and laughed off the flirting attempt on his part. We sat on a couch way to the back far away from cute guy. I badly wanted to lie down just because there was a couch and it seemed like a good idea. I didn’t though. Next thing I know Sally is complaining about her bra being uncomfortable. This is the point of the night where sober Sally takes her bra off in the middle of a hotel bar. I kept mine on. I decided that we needed to go to the table where cute guy was. I felt like taking initiative. Halfway through the bar we discovered there was a girl at the table with the guys. At that point we retreated. We moved forward eventually to sit in the middle of the bar. Sally ordered an entire pie desert. We sat at a table with only two chairs. Cute guy never returned. If you ignore a guy because you want to lie on a couch, he will never come back. Epic fail.
Some time passed, and we went in search of a club. We entered this one club, and it was full of women. Women grouped by the bar. Women dancing in the middle of the room grabbing each other’s butts. We walked straight through and saw no one of interest, and then we left. From there we went to a different hotel because it was where we parked. By the way, the parking lot smelled like bacon. The lounge there turned out to be forty and fifty-somethings listening to jazz music. We took the elevator back down. We then went to what was supposed to be a rock bar. Think a failed attempt at a House of Blues. There were pictures on the walls of Bowie, Hendrix, and Morrison. It could’ve been a cool place. The bouncer was awesome. There was a three dollar cover, and people in front of us were arguing for it to be two dollars less. Two whole dollars? We meandered to the back of the bar where there was a band playing. The most attractive person there was the drummer in the band who apparently could only turn his head one direction. The entire time he played, his head was turned sharp left. It looked painful. We got hit on by a few forty-somethings. This made me question how old I look. I turned to Sally while rubbing my forehead and said “I’m trying to massage out the wrinkles.” The bouncer offered to buy us a drink. I just asked for water. My 24 year old friend, Sally, asked for a kiddie cocktail!
We eventually left to head home. While we walked across the street, a car stopped and asked if we wanted to be involved in an eight-some. No, definitely not. Sally and I then drove back to my house where we loudly sang “Benny and the Jets”. It was the best moment of the night. Next time we decided that we are going out in a different city.
Moving on to on-line guys. Stunning musician guy called me and left the most adorable voice message. I was carrying shopping bags upstairs and didn’t get to the phone in time. I could’ve kicked myself. My life is not awesome sometimes. I called back, but he didn’t answer. Maybe he’ll call again someday. I’m still talking to the two Irish guys and the one Brit. They are rather chatty too. I mean I’m getting quite amazing e-mails. They’re all so artsy. I love it!
-SJ
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Stealing my way into the steel industry.
Today I’m fed up with the on-line dating scene. Maybe I’m just having an off day. I looked at the list of people that have contacted me. 90 people on one site, and 5 on the other site that I have just joined. Do I have a problem? This doesn’t even include the now around 20 people that I have contacted. Some of the people I have contacted I am still talking to here or there. That’s a lot of people. I’m literally running out of locals. I’ve been keeping tabs on the “new people” page. I have encountered about eight or so people that I would’ve gone out on a date with. Either they don’t live anywhere close by to go on a date, or things just kind of didn’t continue to that point. There are maybe two people whom I am still hoping I will meet.
I know there are books out there circulating that say people should just settle. I don’t want to settle! I shouldn’t have to settle. That would just be unfair to the other person. I wouldn’t want someone to settle for me. It’s like the messages I get where people tell me that I’m attractive for a red head. Can’t I just be attractive? I have no qualms with deleting the “hey baby” messages or some of the other strange ones I’ve posted below. The deleted people were clearly not interested in dating. They probably would be ok knowing me (biblically speaking) for one day, and that’s not ok with me. Some guy today sent me a message about how he was sure he would make my Valentine’s Day special. How would that happen? I dislike Valentine’s Day and it is not just because I’m single. I have traumatic memories from fifth grade (I was eight years old), and I gave a boy a box of chocolates which he threw in the garbage. My future boyfriend is completely off the hook. That holiday doesn’t even exist on my calendar.
I would like to address some of the comments I have received. Morgan, I am so happy things worked out well for you! You were spot on with the website. I appreciate your encouragement. I know someone is out there. I just have to find them first.
Next, to the anonymous poster. First of all, I know exactly who you are. Pretty much because I have magical powers. Please stop sipping the haterade. This blog is all in good fun. I would never ever count someone out of the potential dating group for a single typo, or two, or three. My response to that one guy spelling weirdo wrong was just because he had been already calling me a list of quite grotesque names. A girl doesn’t deserve to be called names. Yes, I hit two e’s instead of an ea for stealing. Oh well. Are you also aware that I use fragment sentences quite often? If my “friends” feel like judging me, so be it. Even published authors have editors for a reason. What I don’t understand is that a person’s profile is the first glimpse of who that person is. When I talk about spelling things, it’s mostly from the people who literally spell every single word wrong. It shows a lack of effort. It’s like the people who do not upload pictures and think they will still get dates. I would never think someone was a liar for how they spell. I don’t quite know where you got that from. Where did I even mention liars? I pay attention to language and words because I’m a writer. I like reading words and I like writing words. Come on, have a sense of humor. Litten was pretty funny.
I am currently talking to the most adorable 20 year old possibly on the history of the planet. He is not my type, but I’m open to talking to people if they seem nice. I only flat-out refuse to talk to offensive people. After the second sentence in our chat, he asked if I would meet him. I politely refused, and said it was way too soon. I had only said “hello” and “how are you”. He apologized and said he always ends up in trouble by wanting to meet girls too soon. He said he just can’t believe he is almost 21 and still single. I made a few jokes about how he is almost middle aged. It’s the cutest train wreck ever. I’m coaching him about how to properly talk to girls. I really hope it helps him. I may not be able to get my own date, but I do know how I would want to be talked to.
I am looking to try other dating things in addition to the on-line dating. I’m hoping going out with Sally will lead to meeting some promising people. Then Sally and I are talking about going to this mixer thing a few days before a holiday that other people celebrate at some point in February. To make it clear, I never count people out just because of a limited number of typos. I do not reply back to people who are telling me about their motel rooms. Can you blame me? The most important thing is clearly compatibility. If you can’t hold an e-mail conversation with a person, it most likely won’t work out when you meet.
-SJ
I know there are books out there circulating that say people should just settle. I don’t want to settle! I shouldn’t have to settle. That would just be unfair to the other person. I wouldn’t want someone to settle for me. It’s like the messages I get where people tell me that I’m attractive for a red head. Can’t I just be attractive? I have no qualms with deleting the “hey baby” messages or some of the other strange ones I’ve posted below. The deleted people were clearly not interested in dating. They probably would be ok knowing me (biblically speaking) for one day, and that’s not ok with me. Some guy today sent me a message about how he was sure he would make my Valentine’s Day special. How would that happen? I dislike Valentine’s Day and it is not just because I’m single. I have traumatic memories from fifth grade (I was eight years old), and I gave a boy a box of chocolates which he threw in the garbage. My future boyfriend is completely off the hook. That holiday doesn’t even exist on my calendar.
I would like to address some of the comments I have received. Morgan, I am so happy things worked out well for you! You were spot on with the website. I appreciate your encouragement. I know someone is out there. I just have to find them first.
Next, to the anonymous poster. First of all, I know exactly who you are. Pretty much because I have magical powers. Please stop sipping the haterade. This blog is all in good fun. I would never ever count someone out of the potential dating group for a single typo, or two, or three. My response to that one guy spelling weirdo wrong was just because he had been already calling me a list of quite grotesque names. A girl doesn’t deserve to be called names. Yes, I hit two e’s instead of an ea for stealing. Oh well. Are you also aware that I use fragment sentences quite often? If my “friends” feel like judging me, so be it. Even published authors have editors for a reason. What I don’t understand is that a person’s profile is the first glimpse of who that person is. When I talk about spelling things, it’s mostly from the people who literally spell every single word wrong. It shows a lack of effort. It’s like the people who do not upload pictures and think they will still get dates. I would never think someone was a liar for how they spell. I don’t quite know where you got that from. Where did I even mention liars? I pay attention to language and words because I’m a writer. I like reading words and I like writing words. Come on, have a sense of humor. Litten was pretty funny.
I am currently talking to the most adorable 20 year old possibly on the history of the planet. He is not my type, but I’m open to talking to people if they seem nice. I only flat-out refuse to talk to offensive people. After the second sentence in our chat, he asked if I would meet him. I politely refused, and said it was way too soon. I had only said “hello” and “how are you”. He apologized and said he always ends up in trouble by wanting to meet girls too soon. He said he just can’t believe he is almost 21 and still single. I made a few jokes about how he is almost middle aged. It’s the cutest train wreck ever. I’m coaching him about how to properly talk to girls. I really hope it helps him. I may not be able to get my own date, but I do know how I would want to be talked to.
I am looking to try other dating things in addition to the on-line dating. I’m hoping going out with Sally will lead to meeting some promising people. Then Sally and I are talking about going to this mixer thing a few days before a holiday that other people celebrate at some point in February. To make it clear, I never count people out just because of a limited number of typos. I do not reply back to people who are telling me about their motel rooms. Can you blame me? The most important thing is clearly compatibility. If you can’t hold an e-mail conversation with a person, it most likely won’t work out when you meet.
-SJ
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Travelling is my favourite! Un café, por favor!
Language is interesting. It’s sometimes hard to believe all of the different variations on the English language. I’ve discovered this recently when I started talking to some Brits and Irishmen. I would like to retract my previous statement saying that there was nothing interesting going on in that portion of the world. I’ve talked to at least five people from England or Ireland. It is my plan to figure out why some people go by English and others British. I’m of English/British decent, and I’m never sure which one to say. A whole quarter actually. We hopped on the Mayflower (or some other similar boat around that time) and never looked back. Back to the language bit. There are some words that are spelled differently or places referred to by different names between their English and our English. Example – grey (gray), favourite (favorite), socialising (socializing), or cinema (movie theatres). Do I spell these words the American way, or do I spell them how I know they spell them and appear like a complete Anglophile?
The Irish guy I talked to is getting a PhD in film making. In his profile he said he would propose to a girl on the spot if he found out she listened to Nick Drake. I asked him if it counted that I had a few Nick Drake songs on my iPod. He said his initial thought with that statement was about a girl playing a Nick Drake record, but he said he may have to update his preferences to go with the latest technology. He also admits to being a night owl like me. The best part of his profile – “Everyone should give time to help others”.
My favorite Brit has a PhD and lives in Denmark. My initial message was very simple – “have you ever thought about moving to the US”. He liked the message! He said it started his day off with a smile, and now he seems kind of interested. He had mentioned that he wanted to travel and see different places. I figured the US would be great for him, especially because he could then meet me. He likes movies, museums, music, and lots of other things that I really like. He speaks whatever language they speak in Denmark, which is pretty impressive. He said he has always wanted to experience different cultures, and America would be an interesting one. This made me laugh since I’ve never thought of America as being a different culture.
I in no way think that contacting these guys from different countries is a bad idea. I have an amazing neighbor who lives next door. Her parents are Italian and immigrated to Canada. She is a great cook! She met her husband on-line. She told me this past week when she made me cinnamon rolls and espresso for breakfast (I am blessed!) about her on-line dating experiences. Apparently when she talked to her future husband, he thought she was living in Arizona. He went to Arizona every few weeks for business. She’s not sure how he got confused, but at the time she was living in Quebec. She moved to the states, and it’s all happily ever after. I guess with these foreign guys I can send e-mails through the dating website, maybe eventually IM, and then there is always Skype. If they become very interested, they can always hop on a plane to America. I mean, these guys claim to like travelling. One claims to like cupcakes. I just had to throw that in. Sprinkles red velvet cupcakes are magical. Sprinkles over Magnolia’s hands down. Sorry New Yorkers!
I know guys can be confusing sometimes, but stunning musician guy has taken it to a whole new level of confusing. He wouldn’t tell me his “life story” because facebook chat would just take too long. Ok then. I want to clarify that a life story to him means anything about himself. He said he was going to call me. We’ve gone over this, right? So today he contacts me again, and I just don’t get it. He mentioned he just woke up and was making French press coffee, and that he wishes I was there. I wish I was there too. I seriously needed some coffee right about at that moment. Eh, mornings. Plus I would’ve liked to look at his beautiful face at that moment too. I gave him a hard time about not calling me, but I was keeping it light and funny. He said he got busy, and I get that. Especially with a little one. Then he said he was going to jump in the shower and call me after. Don’t say you’re going to call me again, and then again not call me. Is there some reason he keeps telling me he will call? It’s not like I ask him to call me. The phone thing is all his idea. Our conversations aren’t even complete conversations because I hardly know a thing about him. I hinted about my blog hoping he would read it, but the guy cannot take a hint. I can guarantee you that he will be contacting me again on facebook. I’d put money on it. I just don’t get him. From looking at pictures he was still with the baby-mama as of late October. Is she still in the picture? Is that why he contacts me at really random hours of the day? It’s all very strange.
-SJ
The Irish guy I talked to is getting a PhD in film making. In his profile he said he would propose to a girl on the spot if he found out she listened to Nick Drake. I asked him if it counted that I had a few Nick Drake songs on my iPod. He said his initial thought with that statement was about a girl playing a Nick Drake record, but he said he may have to update his preferences to go with the latest technology. He also admits to being a night owl like me. The best part of his profile – “Everyone should give time to help others”.
My favorite Brit has a PhD and lives in Denmark. My initial message was very simple – “have you ever thought about moving to the US”. He liked the message! He said it started his day off with a smile, and now he seems kind of interested. He had mentioned that he wanted to travel and see different places. I figured the US would be great for him, especially because he could then meet me. He likes movies, museums, music, and lots of other things that I really like. He speaks whatever language they speak in Denmark, which is pretty impressive. He said he has always wanted to experience different cultures, and America would be an interesting one. This made me laugh since I’ve never thought of America as being a different culture.
I in no way think that contacting these guys from different countries is a bad idea. I have an amazing neighbor who lives next door. Her parents are Italian and immigrated to Canada. She is a great cook! She met her husband on-line. She told me this past week when she made me cinnamon rolls and espresso for breakfast (I am blessed!) about her on-line dating experiences. Apparently when she talked to her future husband, he thought she was living in Arizona. He went to Arizona every few weeks for business. She’s not sure how he got confused, but at the time she was living in Quebec. She moved to the states, and it’s all happily ever after. I guess with these foreign guys I can send e-mails through the dating website, maybe eventually IM, and then there is always Skype. If they become very interested, they can always hop on a plane to America. I mean, these guys claim to like travelling. One claims to like cupcakes. I just had to throw that in. Sprinkles red velvet cupcakes are magical. Sprinkles over Magnolia’s hands down. Sorry New Yorkers!
I know guys can be confusing sometimes, but stunning musician guy has taken it to a whole new level of confusing. He wouldn’t tell me his “life story” because facebook chat would just take too long. Ok then. I want to clarify that a life story to him means anything about himself. He said he was going to call me. We’ve gone over this, right? So today he contacts me again, and I just don’t get it. He mentioned he just woke up and was making French press coffee, and that he wishes I was there. I wish I was there too. I seriously needed some coffee right about at that moment. Eh, mornings. Plus I would’ve liked to look at his beautiful face at that moment too. I gave him a hard time about not calling me, but I was keeping it light and funny. He said he got busy, and I get that. Especially with a little one. Then he said he was going to jump in the shower and call me after. Don’t say you’re going to call me again, and then again not call me. Is there some reason he keeps telling me he will call? It’s not like I ask him to call me. The phone thing is all his idea. Our conversations aren’t even complete conversations because I hardly know a thing about him. I hinted about my blog hoping he would read it, but the guy cannot take a hint. I can guarantee you that he will be contacting me again on facebook. I’d put money on it. I just don’t get him. From looking at pictures he was still with the baby-mama as of late October. Is she still in the picture? Is that why he contacts me at really random hours of the day? It’s all very strange.
-SJ
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
$2175 for a one-way ticket from Italy.
Sally and I are going out on Friday. We’ll be sparkly and have coats with no items worth potentially stealing. This whole dating (or lack their of) is quite the social experiment. Oh that Sally. She suggested another dating website to me. This one is so complex. There’s instant messaging, and boxes popping up at me. The boxes are people I don’t want to talk to, but they just won’t stop talking. It provides a compatibility percentage. These people assume just because I answered a few questions about flag burning, intelligence, and other political questions that we are a match. We are so not a match.
I got into a horrible conversation with a guy tonight. Let me start off with the fact that the conversation was not my choice. I’m not even in a bad mood, but the guy was on my last nerve. I asked how he was doing to be cordial. He starts telling me how he is so lonely, and lives in a house all by his lonesome. Apparently when it gets dark outside he gets frightened. He wishes he had a girl in his bed with him. Blah, blah, blah. Really? Let me mention this guy believes in chivalry. I was irritated by his “I’m scared” bit, and said “Are you really trying to tell me I should want to date a grown man afraid of being in his own house?”. I know, I’m sorry readers. I’m currently trying to rein in my sarcasm. It gets worse! He starts calling me names which is not chivalrous! He called me a loser! Which I just could not believe. He called me a “wierdo”, and I told him he spelled the word wrong. I had to! He called me some other names, and then said he wanted to start the conversation over because we shouldn’t give up on our compatibility. I said, politely this time, no thank you especially after all the choice words he had for me. I explained that I hoped he found what he was looking for. Then he called me a pinhead! Uh… This is how 26 year olds act these days? As I’m typing this I have found an incredibly nasty message sent by him. Sir, you have officially been blocked.
I know I can be sarcastic, and some people are not ok with that. I am a nice person though. All of my friends will vouch for me. I will under no circumstances deal with being called names. This guy didn’t even know me, and he was calling me some nasty things. Loser and weirdo (ooops… wierdo), were just the beginning of it. I want to find someone to go out with, not someone to be berated by.
Still no word from stunning musician guy… I did find out that one of my good friends has played at some of the same gigs as stunning musician guy in the past. It is a small world (after all). I asked if he had heard of stunning musician guy’s name, and then eventually it clicked that I was asking him about stunning musician guy from the blog. Hurray for people actually reading this!
It has been slow on the website where people do not say nasty things to me. It appears that I’ve had some success in talking to the foreign guys. I’m moving to Europe. Even the Europeans with only a high school education have absolutely no typos in their profiles. It’s ridiculously impressive. I’ve been conversing with an Italian guy. He has crazy beautiful long dark curls. He also happens to look identical to a certain current cast member from the Broadway musical Hair. They could be twins! The Italian hippie said he had been in LA recently, but didn’t like how vapid everyone was. I told him he should check out the Midwest. He asked if it was an invitation, and I said it was a strong suggestion in the very least. How much do plane tickets from Italy to Wisconsin go for on Expedia?
Update: A guy just asked how long I've been looking for a serious relationship. The funniest thing is I'm not seeking really anything. If someone is interesting, well, then I guess they are interesting. This is the first time in a while that I don't feel awful about being the single girl. Yet here I am on these dating websites. Why am I doing this? Oh yeah, New Year's resolution. Last year was to be fearless, and this year is to date.
-SJ
I got into a horrible conversation with a guy tonight. Let me start off with the fact that the conversation was not my choice. I’m not even in a bad mood, but the guy was on my last nerve. I asked how he was doing to be cordial. He starts telling me how he is so lonely, and lives in a house all by his lonesome. Apparently when it gets dark outside he gets frightened. He wishes he had a girl in his bed with him. Blah, blah, blah. Really? Let me mention this guy believes in chivalry. I was irritated by his “I’m scared” bit, and said “Are you really trying to tell me I should want to date a grown man afraid of being in his own house?”. I know, I’m sorry readers. I’m currently trying to rein in my sarcasm. It gets worse! He starts calling me names which is not chivalrous! He called me a loser! Which I just could not believe. He called me a “wierdo”, and I told him he spelled the word wrong. I had to! He called me some other names, and then said he wanted to start the conversation over because we shouldn’t give up on our compatibility. I said, politely this time, no thank you especially after all the choice words he had for me. I explained that I hoped he found what he was looking for. Then he called me a pinhead! Uh… This is how 26 year olds act these days? As I’m typing this I have found an incredibly nasty message sent by him. Sir, you have officially been blocked.
I know I can be sarcastic, and some people are not ok with that. I am a nice person though. All of my friends will vouch for me. I will under no circumstances deal with being called names. This guy didn’t even know me, and he was calling me some nasty things. Loser and weirdo (ooops… wierdo), were just the beginning of it. I want to find someone to go out with, not someone to be berated by.
Still no word from stunning musician guy… I did find out that one of my good friends has played at some of the same gigs as stunning musician guy in the past. It is a small world (after all). I asked if he had heard of stunning musician guy’s name, and then eventually it clicked that I was asking him about stunning musician guy from the blog. Hurray for people actually reading this!
It has been slow on the website where people do not say nasty things to me. It appears that I’ve had some success in talking to the foreign guys. I’m moving to Europe. Even the Europeans with only a high school education have absolutely no typos in their profiles. It’s ridiculously impressive. I’ve been conversing with an Italian guy. He has crazy beautiful long dark curls. He also happens to look identical to a certain current cast member from the Broadway musical Hair. They could be twins! The Italian hippie said he had been in LA recently, but didn’t like how vapid everyone was. I told him he should check out the Midwest. He asked if it was an invitation, and I said it was a strong suggestion in the very least. How much do plane tickets from Italy to Wisconsin go for on Expedia?
Update: A guy just asked how long I've been looking for a serious relationship. The funniest thing is I'm not seeking really anything. If someone is interesting, well, then I guess they are interesting. This is the first time in a while that I don't feel awful about being the single girl. Yet here I am on these dating websites. Why am I doing this? Oh yeah, New Year's resolution. Last year was to be fearless, and this year is to date.
-SJ
Monday, January 18, 2010
You need a green card? Ok, I'll marry you.
He did not call. I wasn’t expecting he would. By “he” I mean stunning musician guy. I feel like I want to change his blog name. I won’t for consistency, and I cannot deny the fact that he is stunning. I was slightly irked by the lack of a phone call. Why bother telling me you will call me? Just don’t mention it. It’s not like I sat around waiting for his call. I was a busy girl today. I had a doctor appointment this morning. I told him I had a “business meeting”. Well, same thing if you think about it. After that I did a lot of work for my organization. I did send him a text though. I know, that was stupid. Regardless, I feel like he is not a very forthright person. Everything just seems a bit sketchy. He works for a hair salon (that’s not sketchy). His listed last name on facebook is not his real last name (that’s what is sketchy). Don’t tell me to Google you’re name unless you want me to find out information. I am a master of research, especially after working for the museum. I spent a lot of days finding addresses for unlisted names. Skill I tell you! Besides this, I think I have spent way too much time around guys. I can see right through sweet talking. So please, just be a real person.
I went back on the dating website today. I sent a message to the pen-pal guy. I figured why not. It’s been two weeks, and technically he was the one to message me last. I’m getting very tired of seeing the same pictures on that site. I feel like I have either deleted their messages or had a brief conversation with them at some point. I ventured into looking at guys from other countries. I should have done this weeks ago. I have decided I’m moving to Scandinavia. How’s the health care there? If you have ever been to Epcot, you know the most attractive people are in Norway–land. Apparently Swedish guys are pretty cute too. Example – Alexander Skarsgard. I checked out England and Ireland, but wasn’t too impressed. I read a few Australian profiles. I pictured their profiles being said in an Australian accent which was such a great idea. By far though, Norway and Sweden were the best.
The foreign guys seem to actually take time to fill out their profiles. A lot of thought appears to go into it. My favorite Swede wrote his profile as a missing ad for his girlfriend. It went along the lines of she’s shorter than 5’8, has a great personality, etc. It was detailed, and quite funny. I had to send him a message just to applaud his originality. It was at this point I realized I was ok with having a mail-order husband from Sweden. Almost all the profiles were that great. Come on American guys, step it up! One Norwegian had his profile entitled “I want a bad romance”, and had a strategically placed towel in his picture. I just liked the Gaga reference, but if “no shirt on” is a negative on my list then a strategically placed towel is right there with it. Funny though.
I talked to Sally tonight. We discussed maybe going out on the town. Neither of us has actually gone out in the city we live in. Isn’t that odd? The following conversation ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
Me: We should go out.
Sally: We should! We could meet real live guys.
Me: What do people wear when they go out?
Sally: I don’t know. Something sparkly maybe, but not Barbie.
Me: Like black and silver with some sequins?
Sally: That would probably be good.
Me: Hey, what do people do with their jackets?
Sally: I don’t really know. I think they take their valuables with them, and hang the coats up somewhere.
Yeah, we’re single.
-SJ
I went back on the dating website today. I sent a message to the pen-pal guy. I figured why not. It’s been two weeks, and technically he was the one to message me last. I’m getting very tired of seeing the same pictures on that site. I feel like I have either deleted their messages or had a brief conversation with them at some point. I ventured into looking at guys from other countries. I should have done this weeks ago. I have decided I’m moving to Scandinavia. How’s the health care there? If you have ever been to Epcot, you know the most attractive people are in Norway–land. Apparently Swedish guys are pretty cute too. Example – Alexander Skarsgard. I checked out England and Ireland, but wasn’t too impressed. I read a few Australian profiles. I pictured their profiles being said in an Australian accent which was such a great idea. By far though, Norway and Sweden were the best.
The foreign guys seem to actually take time to fill out their profiles. A lot of thought appears to go into it. My favorite Swede wrote his profile as a missing ad for his girlfriend. It went along the lines of she’s shorter than 5’8, has a great personality, etc. It was detailed, and quite funny. I had to send him a message just to applaud his originality. It was at this point I realized I was ok with having a mail-order husband from Sweden. Almost all the profiles were that great. Come on American guys, step it up! One Norwegian had his profile entitled “I want a bad romance”, and had a strategically placed towel in his picture. I just liked the Gaga reference, but if “no shirt on” is a negative on my list then a strategically placed towel is right there with it. Funny though.
I talked to Sally tonight. We discussed maybe going out on the town. Neither of us has actually gone out in the city we live in. Isn’t that odd? The following conversation ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
Me: We should go out.
Sally: We should! We could meet real live guys.
Me: What do people wear when they go out?
Sally: I don’t know. Something sparkly maybe, but not Barbie.
Me: Like black and silver with some sequins?
Sally: That would probably be good.
Me: Hey, what do people do with their jackets?
Sally: I don’t really know. I think they take their valuables with them, and hang the coats up somewhere.
Yeah, we’re single.
-SJ
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