Today I have been very busy trying to find out who our mystery Pumpkin man is. It was slow going at first but I diligently pursued ahead. He finally gave my his last name which made it a little easier but he is still pretty guarded. I did learn he was on the swim team in high school and an avid athlete. I like that. Couldn't find any recent photos of him though. He is an investment business banker out of a different city than where he told me he lives. But it does explain why he drives so much.
A person who has a job of some significance it is wise to keep it on the down low, So I am beginning to understand his elusiveness. I can understand the issue now (if that is the real reason) and can give it the respect. Still haven't found out if he is married but I did see that he did get one speeding ticket sometime back. He is involved in his church and even teaches a class there on finances, of course. Luckily I haven't found much, for now. I'll keep checking. No man better fool with me. He does give the tell tale signs of a married man though. Damn this sucks!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
A little suspicious
This pumpkin head guy I wave been talking and texting with, I am beginning to get a little suspicious of him. He is very ambiguous to questions, if he answers them at all. He uses his work cell phone and work email when we talk or chat. He says he doesn't have a home phone and he never talks to me when he is home.
He says his schedule is open but never seems to be able to pin point any availability. When I ask him where he lives he just says, "I live north of...". He doesn't even tell me the city. I am not asking for his address but a city name would be nice just to have a general idea.
I'm beginning to think this guy is married or something. He always asks me questions, which I answer but when I ask him things, he is ambiguous or he redirects the conversation to me. Ladies...and guys, it is time to put on my investigative hat and find out more about this guy because if he isn't going to tell me, then who will? Let's find out...
I did some research and found one lie, (which means there peobably is more) he has a home phone, it is just unpublished. He lives in Manitowac and works at a bank. I am sure the more I research the more I will find out. Men are so dumb. If he is lying to me, I'll find out.
He says his schedule is open but never seems to be able to pin point any availability. When I ask him where he lives he just says, "I live north of...". He doesn't even tell me the city. I am not asking for his address but a city name would be nice just to have a general idea.
I'm beginning to think this guy is married or something. He always asks me questions, which I answer but when I ask him things, he is ambiguous or he redirects the conversation to me. Ladies...and guys, it is time to put on my investigative hat and find out more about this guy because if he isn't going to tell me, then who will? Let's find out...
I did some research and found one lie, (which means there peobably is more) he has a home phone, it is just unpublished. He lives in Manitowac and works at a bank. I am sure the more I research the more I will find out. Men are so dumb. If he is lying to me, I'll find out.
Too old? You're older than me!
On a date with this guy who is older than me, not too old, just about 5 or 6 years older than me which is completely fine but he had it in his head that he was an ever improving spring chicken. Then had the audacity to say I am old. We went to dinner even after I suggested lunch, he insisted on dinner. No problem. We met at the restaurant, he insisted both of us get the rib eye steak because it is his favorite. He thought I would just love it because it is "really good here". Over dinner we talk about the typical things what we enjoy to do in our free time. Now you know I was waiting for fishing to come up because it has to. I think it is a law with the locals that you must fish. Men around here just have to kill something.
His thing is camping (which includes fishing). He tells me that he camps about two months out of the year at least. "Really?! Why?" I thought was an obvious question and a logical one. Apparently he didn't. "You don't like camping?" He says as if I was the only person on the planet who said that. "No, I don't do the creepy crawly bug thing." I replied. At which point he stupidly and arrogantly stated with a mouthful of half chewed cow tipping out of his lips, "You're too old for me if you don't like to go camping." I darted back with a taste of my drink and replied, "You are older than me. How can you say I am too old?!" "I like to go camping and if you don't like to than I think your just to old in your mind." was his infantile attempt to back his sophomoric opinion. "Um, I prefer to have electricity, food, and a clean working toilet. My desire for sanitary conditions has nothing to do with age." My silent internal discussion of how much of a half wit congested tart this guy is continued. If you want to pretend you're homeless, go right ahead. I will stay in the twenty first century with computers, electricity, running water and a bottle of hand sanitizer.
And just for the record, I didn't like the steak. It was too fatty, he should have just let me order the sirloin or the fish like I wanted to but his happy camping ass is just too bossy. I am not Wilma from Buck Rogers in the 25 century but I do like modern conveniences. It would be a slap in the face to the founding father of our great country just to pretend the expansive growth and knowledge that has been accomplished by blood, sweat, and tears didn't happen, (not mine but someone else's). But that would be a shame wouldn't it? Well, it sounds better that way. I guess you can safely say we won't be going on another date. I should have had the sirloin.
His thing is camping (which includes fishing). He tells me that he camps about two months out of the year at least. "Really?! Why?" I thought was an obvious question and a logical one. Apparently he didn't. "You don't like camping?" He says as if I was the only person on the planet who said that. "No, I don't do the creepy crawly bug thing." I replied. At which point he stupidly and arrogantly stated with a mouthful of half chewed cow tipping out of his lips, "You're too old for me if you don't like to go camping." I darted back with a taste of my drink and replied, "You are older than me. How can you say I am too old?!" "I like to go camping and if you don't like to than I think your just to old in your mind." was his infantile attempt to back his sophomoric opinion. "Um, I prefer to have electricity, food, and a clean working toilet. My desire for sanitary conditions has nothing to do with age." My silent internal discussion of how much of a half wit congested tart this guy is continued. If you want to pretend you're homeless, go right ahead. I will stay in the twenty first century with computers, electricity, running water and a bottle of hand sanitizer.
And just for the record, I didn't like the steak. It was too fatty, he should have just let me order the sirloin or the fish like I wanted to but his happy camping ass is just too bossy. I am not Wilma from Buck Rogers in the 25 century but I do like modern conveniences. It would be a slap in the face to the founding father of our great country just to pretend the expansive growth and knowledge that has been accomplished by blood, sweat, and tears didn't happen, (not mine but someone else's). But that would be a shame wouldn't it? Well, it sounds better that way. I guess you can safely say we won't be going on another date. I should have had the sirloin.
Painting text
Texting, texting, texting, and more texting. We text each other almost everyday. We still haven't met face to face yet. How long does this go on I wonder. Dating in the twenty first century is strange. I realize this is the computer age but I think I prefer the old fashion way of dating. Face to face instead of screen to screen. You can just imagine people as they creep and slouch behind there computer screens waiting for a less than exciting inaudible form of dating.
You know I do not give out real names on my blog; however, I have called him Pumpkin Head a few times so for reasons beyond common sense, I will continue to refer to him as such.
As many of you know, I volunteer at the homeless shelter painting murals. Last night I was there painting, and texting Pumpkin Head wouldn't you know it, I dropped my phone into the paint. Blue paint all over my phone. Luckily it fell into a paint tray and not into a paint bucket. Man that sucks. I've only had that phone a couple of months, a camera phone. Thing is, I still don't know how to use the camera part of it. I got most of the paint off but I couldn't get it out of all of the crevices. I couldn't mention it to the sisters because they already were giving me a hard time about being on the phone while I was there. One of them asked me to finish one of the walls I was working on before I left because I wouldn't be there today. The more I text with pumpkin Head, the less painting I got done. I was there until nine at night.
I asked him when we are going to meet he said "soon". Great, that really clears it up for me. In our conversation we shared a few bad date experiences each of us have had. I am glad I am not the only one suffering in this expansive, headless monster of dating in the bowels of the computer age. I just thought it was my old age and lack of computer savvy. He promises me he wont be a bad date but we will see. I am sure that most of the bad, terrible, horrible, mortifying dates I have had probably think they are good dates. He seems fun so far. I asked him if he was this funny in person or if he was more like a vegetable. He said he is always a 'veggie', I think that is how I began calling him pumpkin Head.
You know I do not give out real names on my blog; however, I have called him Pumpkin Head a few times so for reasons beyond common sense, I will continue to refer to him as such.
As many of you know, I volunteer at the homeless shelter painting murals. Last night I was there painting, and texting Pumpkin Head wouldn't you know it, I dropped my phone into the paint. Blue paint all over my phone. Luckily it fell into a paint tray and not into a paint bucket. Man that sucks. I've only had that phone a couple of months, a camera phone. Thing is, I still don't know how to use the camera part of it. I got most of the paint off but I couldn't get it out of all of the crevices. I couldn't mention it to the sisters because they already were giving me a hard time about being on the phone while I was there. One of them asked me to finish one of the walls I was working on before I left because I wouldn't be there today. The more I text with pumpkin Head, the less painting I got done. I was there until nine at night.
I asked him when we are going to meet he said "soon". Great, that really clears it up for me. In our conversation we shared a few bad date experiences each of us have had. I am glad I am not the only one suffering in this expansive, headless monster of dating in the bowels of the computer age. I just thought it was my old age and lack of computer savvy. He promises me he wont be a bad date but we will see. I am sure that most of the bad, terrible, horrible, mortifying dates I have had probably think they are good dates. He seems fun so far. I asked him if he was this funny in person or if he was more like a vegetable. He said he is always a 'veggie', I think that is how I began calling him pumpkin Head.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Apparently I remind him
During the time I was unable to blog, I was still obviously going out on dates since it is damn near impossible to find "Mr. Right", instead I find a lot of "Mr. Moron", "Mr.Cheap", "Mr. Wrong", and "Mr. Right Now." However, on the bright side, putting the blogs in now allows me to put in order the dates that were fortunate enough to get a second date. Which by the way is few. Many of them I was quick to pass up and send on for the next unfortunate woman. Sorry ladies.
After about two weeks or so, Mr. "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." stopped into one of the places I volunteer at. I didn't see him come in and the first thing I knew, he was sitting in the chair next to me. "Hey", smiling big he continues, "I haven't seen you in a while." I smiled and asked, "How have you been doing?" During the time of the two or so weeks, we had been keeping in contact through email. In fact, I was really starting to like him despite his stupidity. I even cancelled two dates because I liked him. Don't tell him, he will get a big head over it. Anyway, as we are talking, I look a little closer to his neck and ask, "Is that a hickey?!" His smile dashed away from his guilty face and he pulled his shirt up to his chin. "I...I didn't realize you could see it." he managed to stutter out of his political side talking foot-in-mouth face. "Are you serious?" I asked with a look of disgust. "So you have a girlfriend now?" I asked with a small chip on my shoulder that seemed to be coaching me through this quickly turning conversation. In a guilt ridden voice of a tenor he said, "I was going to tell you."
With a shrug of my shoulder the little chip on it said, "Really"? Because I am pretty sure the last couple of times we talked that hickey was there considering it is beginning to fade." Now he began looking around to see who was in the room and has been listening to his transgressions. Now in a whisper and head leaning toward me he simply states, "I didn't want you to get mad." "Why would I be mad?" I asked making the point we had only gone on a couple of dates and hung out a few times.
Clearly pointing out the hickey, I also remind him of his new girlfriend and not just his old one. "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." Remember the first time he put his foot in his mouth? Now he is going to do it yet again, I think he likes the taste of shoe polish or something.
He leans in and says, "I really liked you but I ended up being with her. We were intimate. I couldn't be intimate with someone unless I am dating them." I am not even going to bother trying to sort that one out. We will just put him into the category of "Mr. Wrong" but with a cute butt category.
At one point of our limited time hanging out, I had asked him if I could draw him. He remembers it now in this conversation. Turning to me with a concerned look on his face he says, "I don't want you to draw me now. Maybe much later when I am not on your shit list." With a twist of my face and curious look I ask, "Why?" He replies as though he has given it much thought, "Because I have seen your paintings and when your mad at someone, you paint it. And I don't want a horse's ass in my painting." I smiled and let out a small laugh. He is right, my ex, one of the painting I did about him had a horse's ass in the painting, literally a horses ass. Well I guess two if you count the guy. Oh well, there will be plenty more models yet to come.
He apologized, I am not sure for what. No reason to apologize because he started dating someone but deceiving me about it, now that is a very good reason to apologize. I haven't seen of him since.
After about two weeks or so, Mr. "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." stopped into one of the places I volunteer at. I didn't see him come in and the first thing I knew, he was sitting in the chair next to me. "Hey", smiling big he continues, "I haven't seen you in a while." I smiled and asked, "How have you been doing?" During the time of the two or so weeks, we had been keeping in contact through email. In fact, I was really starting to like him despite his stupidity. I even cancelled two dates because I liked him. Don't tell him, he will get a big head over it. Anyway, as we are talking, I look a little closer to his neck and ask, "Is that a hickey?!" His smile dashed away from his guilty face and he pulled his shirt up to his chin. "I...I didn't realize you could see it." he managed to stutter out of his political side talking foot-in-mouth face. "Are you serious?" I asked with a look of disgust. "So you have a girlfriend now?" I asked with a small chip on my shoulder that seemed to be coaching me through this quickly turning conversation. In a guilt ridden voice of a tenor he said, "I was going to tell you."
With a shrug of my shoulder the little chip on it said, "Really"? Because I am pretty sure the last couple of times we talked that hickey was there considering it is beginning to fade." Now he began looking around to see who was in the room and has been listening to his transgressions. Now in a whisper and head leaning toward me he simply states, "I didn't want you to get mad." "Why would I be mad?" I asked making the point we had only gone on a couple of dates and hung out a few times.
Clearly pointing out the hickey, I also remind him of his new girlfriend and not just his old one. "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." Remember the first time he put his foot in his mouth? Now he is going to do it yet again, I think he likes the taste of shoe polish or something.
He leans in and says, "I really liked you but I ended up being with her. We were intimate. I couldn't be intimate with someone unless I am dating them." I am not even going to bother trying to sort that one out. We will just put him into the category of "Mr. Wrong" but with a cute butt category.
At one point of our limited time hanging out, I had asked him if I could draw him. He remembers it now in this conversation. Turning to me with a concerned look on his face he says, "I don't want you to draw me now. Maybe much later when I am not on your shit list." With a twist of my face and curious look I ask, "Why?" He replies as though he has given it much thought, "Because I have seen your paintings and when your mad at someone, you paint it. And I don't want a horse's ass in my painting." I smiled and let out a small laugh. He is right, my ex, one of the painting I did about him had a horse's ass in the painting, literally a horses ass. Well I guess two if you count the guy. Oh well, there will be plenty more models yet to come.
He apologized, I am not sure for what. No reason to apologize because he started dating someone but deceiving me about it, now that is a very good reason to apologize. I haven't seen of him since.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Next day
The next day we meet up where we were volunteering. After doing some volunteer work, we left to go to lunch together and talk. I had to make one stop at a gallery where they were setting up my work for a show that was starting in a couple of days. They had some questions about the set up so I asked him if it was okay if we stopped there. He was excited to see my art, so we went. He walked around looking at the art while I was taking care of questions with the gallery people. I had to take a couple of photos of some of the paintings.
As I was doing that and he was walking with me, we were talking about the art, when he realizes that one of the paintings is a little crooked. As he reached forward to straighten the painting, I stepped back and took a photo of that cute tush of his. He turned around and said, "What are you doing?" I tried to look innocent and said, "Huh, what, I didn't do anything." He replied smiling because he knew I wouldn't be able to get out of it, "I heard the camera when you took the picture." I gave that deer in the headlight look, "You can hear the camera taking a picture? It makes a noise?" I asked completely shocked and a little blushed that I had been caught. "Yeah.", he says smiling, "The camera makes a sound when you take a picture. Bet you didn't know that huh?" Well I do now! I just laughed and said, "Oh look, that painting is a little crooked too."
After we had a small casual lunch we went to a local lounge and talked and talked and talked. After about an hour or so of us talking and getting to know each other better, he says, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." My face froze and the recorder in my brain just kept replaying the words, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend."
After what seemed like hours but was more likely seconds, I finally blinked my eyes, closed my gaping mouth and asked, "What?" He replied, "I was just saying that you remind me of my ex-girlfriend. You have some of the same traits as her." Again my face froze in what I am sure was a very unflattering look. "What does that mean, I remind you of your ex-girlfriend?" Then every single one of my female insecurities flashes through my brain, across my eyes, flew around the room then back into my brain to the recorder where it continued to play the words again, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." He realizes that it really didn't come out well. No adorable face or cute ass is gonna get you out of this one. "I mean, the good traits, things that I liked about her.", he was trying to talk around that big foot in his mouth. "You have a lot of energy and are really interesting to talk to and so was she." I came back with just as a ridiculous question, Soooo, talking to me and being around me makes you think of your ex-girlfriend?" Shaking his head and putting it down he says, "No, I was just saying there are similarities. But they are good things." Okay, so I asked the obvious, "Why is she your ex then, why did you guys break up?" "Because she cheated on me."
Then he went on about how she cheated on him with someone that wasn't as good looking as him, that he worked out more than this other guy, and he had a better body, and blah blah blah. Okay, I see his pain. But still it is weird to have some one say to you, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." That stopped him from getting a good night kiss. We spent the day together but talking is where it stayed.
"You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." Wow, that was brutal. I understand he liked her a lot and maybe that's good I have the traits he likes but he really should have phrased that better.
As I was doing that and he was walking with me, we were talking about the art, when he realizes that one of the paintings is a little crooked. As he reached forward to straighten the painting, I stepped back and took a photo of that cute tush of his. He turned around and said, "What are you doing?" I tried to look innocent and said, "Huh, what, I didn't do anything." He replied smiling because he knew I wouldn't be able to get out of it, "I heard the camera when you took the picture." I gave that deer in the headlight look, "You can hear the camera taking a picture? It makes a noise?" I asked completely shocked and a little blushed that I had been caught. "Yeah.", he says smiling, "The camera makes a sound when you take a picture. Bet you didn't know that huh?" Well I do now! I just laughed and said, "Oh look, that painting is a little crooked too."
After we had a small casual lunch we went to a local lounge and talked and talked and talked. After about an hour or so of us talking and getting to know each other better, he says, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." My face froze and the recorder in my brain just kept replaying the words, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend."
After what seemed like hours but was more likely seconds, I finally blinked my eyes, closed my gaping mouth and asked, "What?" He replied, "I was just saying that you remind me of my ex-girlfriend. You have some of the same traits as her." Again my face froze in what I am sure was a very unflattering look. "What does that mean, I remind you of your ex-girlfriend?" Then every single one of my female insecurities flashes through my brain, across my eyes, flew around the room then back into my brain to the recorder where it continued to play the words again, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." He realizes that it really didn't come out well. No adorable face or cute ass is gonna get you out of this one. "I mean, the good traits, things that I liked about her.", he was trying to talk around that big foot in his mouth. "You have a lot of energy and are really interesting to talk to and so was she." I came back with just as a ridiculous question, Soooo, talking to me and being around me makes you think of your ex-girlfriend?" Shaking his head and putting it down he says, "No, I was just saying there are similarities. But they are good things." Okay, so I asked the obvious, "Why is she your ex then, why did you guys break up?" "Because she cheated on me."
Then he went on about how she cheated on him with someone that wasn't as good looking as him, that he worked out more than this other guy, and he had a better body, and blah blah blah. Okay, I see his pain. But still it is weird to have some one say to you, "You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." That stopped him from getting a good night kiss. We spent the day together but talking is where it stayed.
"You remind me so much of my ex-girlfriend." Wow, that was brutal. I understand he liked her a lot and maybe that's good I have the traits he likes but he really should have phrased that better.
Cutie in the mix
A while back I had gotten together with some friends to have a "movie night", where a bunch of friends get together and watch movies on video. One person says he has a friend who will be joining us. The more the merrier! He is just around the corner, we will meet him there. We walked over and sure enough, there he is and just as cute as a button. I have no idea what that even means but people actually say that. What I should say he was as hot as a steak on a charcoal grill in the heart of Texas. Now that is hot! We went into the recreational room where the big T.V. is and sat down. Hottie and I started talking.
I had seen him at the shelter I volunteer at, he was a new volunteer but only there temporary. He came over by me and sat on the sofa. Between us on the sofa, he put a notepad and pen that he had brought along. Jokingly, I asked him, "What is that for, a test or writing notes?" He very sweetly replied, "I had seen you a couple of times and wanted to talk with you but I saw your hearing aids. So I brought this tonight just in case we needed to write to communicate." Wow, that is very sweet and thoughtful. This guy definitely has my attention. Well, he did already have my attention with that adorable face, gorgeous eyes, and that cute ass didn't hurt either. But now to add to all of that, he is thoughtful and thinks ahead. Where do I sign up!?
We tried to talk a little bit but with others around, we couldn't talk much so mostly we just joked around and flirted a little. He is like me, always smiling and funny. He was younger than me too but hey, what can I do? Good thing I had already seen the movie because I sure couldn't focus on it. I had better things on my mind. Well, actually only one thing on my mind. There was a piece of potato chip on the floor that he picked up and gave to me. He said, "Here, this is for you." I told him that I will keep it forever." and I pretended like I was going to hug it. He then says, "In thirty years, you can show it to the kids and say, 'look what your dad gave to em the first time we met.'" My eyes got huge! Holy crap! I just laughed and smiled and put the chip next to me on the couch. Later I did wrap it up and put it in my purse just in case he asked me about it later.
We exchanged phone numbers, email, and set up a date for the next day. I was smiling for the rest of the night. He is so cute, thoughtful, educated, and has a good job. What is there not to like?
I had seen him at the shelter I volunteer at, he was a new volunteer but only there temporary. He came over by me and sat on the sofa. Between us on the sofa, he put a notepad and pen that he had brought along. Jokingly, I asked him, "What is that for, a test or writing notes?" He very sweetly replied, "I had seen you a couple of times and wanted to talk with you but I saw your hearing aids. So I brought this tonight just in case we needed to write to communicate." Wow, that is very sweet and thoughtful. This guy definitely has my attention. Well, he did already have my attention with that adorable face, gorgeous eyes, and that cute ass didn't hurt either. But now to add to all of that, he is thoughtful and thinks ahead. Where do I sign up!?
We tried to talk a little bit but with others around, we couldn't talk much so mostly we just joked around and flirted a little. He is like me, always smiling and funny. He was younger than me too but hey, what can I do? Good thing I had already seen the movie because I sure couldn't focus on it. I had better things on my mind. Well, actually only one thing on my mind. There was a piece of potato chip on the floor that he picked up and gave to me. He said, "Here, this is for you." I told him that I will keep it forever." and I pretended like I was going to hug it. He then says, "In thirty years, you can show it to the kids and say, 'look what your dad gave to em the first time we met.'" My eyes got huge! Holy crap! I just laughed and smiled and put the chip next to me on the couch. Later I did wrap it up and put it in my purse just in case he asked me about it later.
We exchanged phone numbers, email, and set up a date for the next day. I was smiling for the rest of the night. He is so cute, thoughtful, educated, and has a good job. What is there not to like?
Text date
If there could be a text date, I would have been on one today. It was a texting marathon, we text each other for about three hours. My thumbs were so sore, I was walking around like Fonzie the rest of the day. It reminded me of the early 1990's when you could rent a Nintendo, remember that? You would rent it for the weekend and because you wanted to get your monies worth, ($20.) you would stay up all night and day playing it for as long as you had it. Okay, maybe it was just me but I would I get "Nintendo thumb". I know, you all know what I am talking about. Your little thumbs would be black and blue. Awww, the good old days before you actually had to exercise when you played video games. LOL
We text a lot but I have one of those Trac phones where three letters are on the same number and if you screw up you have to keep going back. Yeah, it was a lot of work and of course, he could text faster than me so he would be quick and I would take forever. I couldn't keep up. He was asking me so many questions. Finally I told him, "Tell me about you. My thumbs are getting sore. lol" He text me back, "What do you want to know?" Come on! I am trying to rest my half broken thumbs that will need little mini splints pretty soon and now I have to actually text in questions? I can barely hold up my thumbs! So we kept going and my thumbs are still sore. I got texting thumb, crink neck, and phone elbow.
We text a lot but I have one of those Trac phones where three letters are on the same number and if you screw up you have to keep going back. Yeah, it was a lot of work and of course, he could text faster than me so he would be quick and I would take forever. I couldn't keep up. He was asking me so many questions. Finally I told him, "Tell me about you. My thumbs are getting sore. lol" He text me back, "What do you want to know?" Come on! I am trying to rest my half broken thumbs that will need little mini splints pretty soon and now I have to actually text in questions? I can barely hold up my thumbs! So we kept going and my thumbs are still sore. I got texting thumb, crink neck, and phone elbow.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Common interests lead to common intrest
One man that I have been exchanging emails with seems to be something of more interest. His photo on his profile is adorable. Now, it would be easy to assume that everyone puts a great photo on their profile but you would be surprised. I have seen some pretty bad ones, one I am even convinced was a mug shot. But this guy, cute, seemed shy but as we talked, opened up more. A lot of our responses to questions on the site are the same. After about a month of emails, we did make a plan to chat through instant messages but never seem to be online at the same time. We exchanged our phone numbers through email.
Yesterday he text me, then he called me but it is really hard for me to hear on my cell phone so I couldn't understand much. But last night, he was at a banquet event and we were texting on our cell phones. He is so funny. We were making each other laugh so much. Eventually he had to start focus on where he was but we were texting almost two hours. He lives about an hour from me but he travels a lot for work so we have good potential to be able to see each other often.
How we began talking is that both of us are involved in a lot of charity work and we enjoy that very much. I think this is very important to share the same perspective.
We also have some of the same dry humor. I told him that it started when my dogs got free roll over minutes. lol
Yesterday he text me, then he called me but it is really hard for me to hear on my cell phone so I couldn't understand much. But last night, he was at a banquet event and we were texting on our cell phones. He is so funny. We were making each other laugh so much. Eventually he had to start focus on where he was but we were texting almost two hours. He lives about an hour from me but he travels a lot for work so we have good potential to be able to see each other often.
How we began talking is that both of us are involved in a lot of charity work and we enjoy that very much. I think this is very important to share the same perspective.
We also have some of the same dry humor. I told him that it started when my dogs got free roll over minutes. lol
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Profile of internet dating
Computer or Internet dating has become so popular, I hate to use the phrase, 'every one's doing it.' People, not only are familiar with the different sites but exchange information about them and give advice and comments. The topic has even come up talking with potential dates on dating sites, "Are you on any other dating sites? Which do you like best?" etc. One of the hardest part of Internet dating, is developing your profile. You have to talk about you likes, dislikes, interests, what you are looking for and just basically discuss things about yourself that you have never really thought about in a clear manner, especially enough to put them into words. In a format that the rest of the world can read and comprehend much less, to be interested enough to want to contact you.
These profiles, may or may not actually belong to a real person. many dating sites use models and put up fake profiles of what a perfect or date able person would be. This is how they get you interested and want to pay to be on the site. then after you paid the fee, you realize that it was a fake or a 'dummy' profile. Then you feel like a dummy.
It is too bad that you can't categorize by what you do not want instead of a few things that match to what are your interests. Things would be a lot easier that way. If only we could tell fake people like fake money. Hold them up to the light to see if they have that water mark on them. Ohh, this person is full of crap. Yup, they are totally fake.
That would be so great if men had this little computer chip they had to carry with them but only people they know and women they have been with can put information on it. Then before a man could even talk to women, he would have to hand her the chip and if we liked what was on his information, then we could activate the ‘talk’ button. Yeah, that would be pretty sweet!
These profiles, may or may not actually belong to a real person. many dating sites use models and put up fake profiles of what a perfect or date able person would be. This is how they get you interested and want to pay to be on the site. then after you paid the fee, you realize that it was a fake or a 'dummy' profile. Then you feel like a dummy.
It is too bad that you can't categorize by what you do not want instead of a few things that match to what are your interests. Things would be a lot easier that way. If only we could tell fake people like fake money. Hold them up to the light to see if they have that water mark on them. Ohh, this person is full of crap. Yup, they are totally fake.
That would be so great if men had this little computer chip they had to carry with them but only people they know and women they have been with can put information on it. Then before a man could even talk to women, he would have to hand her the chip and if we liked what was on his information, then we could activate the ‘talk’ button. Yeah, that would be pretty sweet!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
From far away
At one of my recent art exhibitions, there was a man who came to the opening of the show. After he had been there sometime looking at my art work, he approached me and asked typical questions of the art, which is to be expected. The he asks me, "Where is a good place to go for lunch?" "There is a really good soul food place in town that is fairly new; they have good food." I replied, trying to be helpful. Then he asked me, "Do you like it?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "yeah, I have eaten there before." Quickly he responds, "Then what day would you like to go with me?" Uh, that was a surprise, nicely done though. He sort of came in on the blind side there. A not so bashful smile made an appearance on my face and just above it, my mind was now beginning to wonder, 'How does my hair look?'
"Um, I don't know." I stammered with my words and on my feet as I almost tripped on the half wall I was standing next to. "How about Tuesday?" He asked. "Tuesday? I have to work Tuesday. What about Friday?" I inquired. He looked down at his shoes for a minute. He had nice shoes too. Then he looked at me and said, I will be leaving on Wednesday, I am not from here and I go back home." I admire the bold action of a man to ask a woman out for lunch even though he isn't from there. With a half smile, I said to him, "Sorry it won't work out but thank you for asking." Then it was like a light bulb went off in his mind. "I will bring you lunch at work! You get a lunch break don't you?" Awww, he is so sweet!
I smiled and shook my head in agreement, "Yes, I do get a lunch break at work but time is limited, it is a short break." "That's okay." he said. Then looked for a piece of paper and asked me to write down the directions to my work. As I started doing so, I stopped and asked him, "You're not a stalker are you?" As soon as I said those words, I realized how stupid it was to ask. Like he would just come out and say, "yeah, I am a stalker." He just smiled and softly said, "no'.
Tuesday, I was surprised that he did show up at my work, with lunch. With lunch!? Wow, I finally meet a spontaneous nice guy who seems sweet and thoughtful and he is from out of town. While pondering this, I asked him another stupid question as I pointed out to him his thoughtfulness. "You aren't married are you?" He gave me a strange look, smiled and said, "No, but I have a cat who can get pretty possessive of me." "Yeah, me too." I said. We both laughed and I continued to eat my sandwich. It was short and sweet and just like that, he was gone. Probably the shortest date I have ever had. Un-like most of the bad ones, this one I would have liked to have lasted longer. And I never saw him again. We didn’t exchange any contact information, phone numbers, email address, nothing.
"Um, I don't know." I stammered with my words and on my feet as I almost tripped on the half wall I was standing next to. "How about Tuesday?" He asked. "Tuesday? I have to work Tuesday. What about Friday?" I inquired. He looked down at his shoes for a minute. He had nice shoes too. Then he looked at me and said, I will be leaving on Wednesday, I am not from here and I go back home." I admire the bold action of a man to ask a woman out for lunch even though he isn't from there. With a half smile, I said to him, "Sorry it won't work out but thank you for asking." Then it was like a light bulb went off in his mind. "I will bring you lunch at work! You get a lunch break don't you?" Awww, he is so sweet!
I smiled and shook my head in agreement, "Yes, I do get a lunch break at work but time is limited, it is a short break." "That's okay." he said. Then looked for a piece of paper and asked me to write down the directions to my work. As I started doing so, I stopped and asked him, "You're not a stalker are you?" As soon as I said those words, I realized how stupid it was to ask. Like he would just come out and say, "yeah, I am a stalker." He just smiled and softly said, "no'.
Tuesday, I was surprised that he did show up at my work, with lunch. With lunch!? Wow, I finally meet a spontaneous nice guy who seems sweet and thoughtful and he is from out of town. While pondering this, I asked him another stupid question as I pointed out to him his thoughtfulness. "You aren't married are you?" He gave me a strange look, smiled and said, "No, but I have a cat who can get pretty possessive of me." "Yeah, me too." I said. We both laughed and I continued to eat my sandwich. It was short and sweet and just like that, he was gone. Probably the shortest date I have ever had. Un-like most of the bad ones, this one I would have liked to have lasted longer. And I never saw him again. We didn’t exchange any contact information, phone numbers, email address, nothing.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Teamviewer is awesome
I am not siding with the computer geeks or the geek splat or any other geek patrolled Internet parking lot but, I have been introduced to the Team viewer. For those of you who are like me and fear the continual spinning of new technology that seems to throw itself at me just because it likes the look of horror I give it in return, then you have got to see this! I know that there are billions of toddlers that can re-program a computer with all its wichmos and gizmos but now they can do it remotely. While I sit and do nothing, my favorite thing to do. Actually, my favorite thing to do is watching a really sexy, muscular, perfectly tanned man workout with big weights in my living room in a beautiful home over looking the ocean. Whoops, did I go too far on that one?
My home computer (I say computer generally just because I don't know the damn meaning or difference between a mac and a PC), had completely stopped working. In which case, I do as any non-computer geek outsider would do. I cried, then envisioned myself with great amounts of strength, kinda like the Hulk, picking up my Tangent monitor, (Yes, that's right, I said Tangent!) and throwing it out the window. Probably in the moment hurling with it some swear words that had never been heard by man before. That was in my mind. First, before it got that far, because my monitor is a heavy one, I contacted Theresa.
She says the magic words, "Let me team view you." Wow, that sounds kinky but right now my computer isn't working. Because she is smarter that the average bear who apparently is smarter than a 5th grader, when she fixed my computer she put on the program Team View. Because she knew I would be contacting her and probably often. She had to give very simple directions for me to get the info she needed to get into my computer, then said, "Now wait." Oooohhhh, I watched in aw as she manipulated my cursor, making me lose complete control and all I could do is watch. She flipped my file! I told you it sounded kinky. LOL Thanks Theresa!
In the twentieth century, the average high school nerd morphed into something more, a computer geek. The world didn't see it happen until they emerged from the basements without their pocket protectors and taped up glasses. They had their mouse balls in hand and are wearing the new acuvieve contacts. Now their plot to take over the world has come to its prime. Well, that is until the next Star Wars movie hits theaters, but then its back to the basements with them. All that money spent on new technology and most of them still haven't mastered the toilet paper roll.
My home computer (I say computer generally just because I don't know the damn meaning or difference between a mac and a PC), had completely stopped working. In which case, I do as any non-computer geek outsider would do. I cried, then envisioned myself with great amounts of strength, kinda like the Hulk, picking up my Tangent monitor, (Yes, that's right, I said Tangent!) and throwing it out the window. Probably in the moment hurling with it some swear words that had never been heard by man before. That was in my mind. First, before it got that far, because my monitor is a heavy one, I contacted Theresa.
She says the magic words, "Let me team view you." Wow, that sounds kinky but right now my computer isn't working. Because she is smarter that the average bear who apparently is smarter than a 5th grader, when she fixed my computer she put on the program Team View. Because she knew I would be contacting her and probably often. She had to give very simple directions for me to get the info she needed to get into my computer, then said, "Now wait." Oooohhhh, I watched in aw as she manipulated my cursor, making me lose complete control and all I could do is watch. She flipped my file! I told you it sounded kinky. LOL Thanks Theresa!
In the twentieth century, the average high school nerd morphed into something more, a computer geek. The world didn't see it happen until they emerged from the basements without their pocket protectors and taped up glasses. They had their mouse balls in hand and are wearing the new acuvieve contacts. Now their plot to take over the world has come to its prime. Well, that is until the next Star Wars movie hits theaters, but then its back to the basements with them. All that money spent on new technology and most of them still haven't mastered the toilet paper roll.
Computer class intrum totally sucks!
I do not understand anything in my class. What's worse is I don't think the woman teaching it understands any of it either. If I had a ram or a megabyte for every time she said, "I'm not sure how that worked but I guess if it's there, it should be fine." Third week in, half the class already dropped. Wished I would have. That kid I told you about that sat not far enough away from me, he dropped the class.
During the lecture, I spend more time trying to make my interpreter laugh then I do watching the teacher making grimaces and faces while trying to figure out what she is doing. Oh, did I tell you I learned a new bad phrase / bad sign. I learned how to say, "Up your ass!" in sign. yeah, so you know I have a lot of fun teaching all my interpreters the bad stuff I learn. Then I do it to them randomly try and make them laugh. lol **Tee Hee Ha Ha ha, Laugh, Giggle, SNORT!**
Holy Crap! In this class, (I am in class right now) there is so much crap that we are supposed to remember or God forbid, learn. The teacher could start her own religion of holy computer crap. Then all the computer geeks can fit in someplace where physical matter can actually exist. Other than them thinking they are gods online but yet still living in their parents Internet basements. Yes, even online, computer geeks are still in fact, geeks. They can boldly go where no one else gives a crap to boldly go.
During the lecture, I spend more time trying to make my interpreter laugh then I do watching the teacher making grimaces and faces while trying to figure out what she is doing. Oh, did I tell you I learned a new bad phrase / bad sign. I learned how to say, "Up your ass!" in sign. yeah, so you know I have a lot of fun teaching all my interpreters the bad stuff I learn. Then I do it to them randomly try and make them laugh. lol **Tee Hee Ha Ha ha, Laugh, Giggle, SNORT!**
Holy Crap! In this class, (I am in class right now) there is so much crap that we are supposed to remember or God forbid, learn. The teacher could start her own religion of holy computer crap. Then all the computer geeks can fit in someplace where physical matter can actually exist. Other than them thinking they are gods online but yet still living in their parents Internet basements. Yes, even online, computer geeks are still in fact, geeks. They can boldly go where no one else gives a crap to boldly go.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Being single
Everyone knows that I'm single. And I gotta tell ya, some days its great and some days it's a b**ch. Ladies, you know those days when it snows and you have to clean off your car. Yeah, that's when it sucks to be single. Right? Outside in 20 below weather and dusting off the top of your car, you can't see so your eyes are wide open in the blinding snow and sun, then the wind blows snow in your face. I'm only 5'8" so not that tall. I can't see on the top of my mini-van. (yeah that's right, I drive a mini. Many guys do too but only not everyone can see theirs.) I am little concerned as I reach up there to get the snow, that one day I am gonna pull something down that's not supposed to be there, like more snow, old leaves, or the dead body of that b*tch my ex cheated on me with. I think its up there pretty secure but still, you gotta wonder.
I remember one time I was cleaning out my car and was like,"What the hell is that?!" My ex-husband's moldy hearing aids. Don't even 'Ohhh...' on that. He doesn't need 'em. He never listens anyway. At least he never listened to me. "Don't cheat one me. Stop lying to me. Stop making me sleep on the couch. Stop cheating on me! Stop lying to me!"
Funny how men never listen to their spouses but if someone else tells them the exact same thing, then they listen, they think its a good idea, and and then tells you about it. Then they say to you, "But you didn't say it like they did." What, with a different face? I said it the same way, in fact, "I am the one who told them to tell you so you would actually listen." Yeah, I've done that. You have to make men think that it was their idea before they will actually do it. He'd come from work and be like, "I'm gonna take your car in to get the oil changed and then take it to the car wash." I pretend to act surprised, "Oh, great, thank you so much." Then I would email his friend from work with a thank you and a nude photo. Just kidding, my web came broke a long time ago.
Its tough being single these days. If I am on a date, usually it is a nice dinner or something to eat that's not frozen. At home, if I have food, it comes from a can or a window. I haven't cooked in so long, I gonna have to change my profile on the dating site. From, "Likes to cook" to "would like a cook". Cause then, breakfast in bed would be more than bread crumbs. It's like Hansel and Gretal got lost in my bedroom. I wake up in the afternoon with birds all over.
I remember one time I was cleaning out my car and was like,"What the hell is that?!" My ex-husband's moldy hearing aids. Don't even 'Ohhh...' on that. He doesn't need 'em. He never listens anyway. At least he never listened to me. "Don't cheat one me. Stop lying to me. Stop making me sleep on the couch. Stop cheating on me! Stop lying to me!"
Funny how men never listen to their spouses but if someone else tells them the exact same thing, then they listen, they think its a good idea, and and then tells you about it. Then they say to you, "But you didn't say it like they did." What, with a different face? I said it the same way, in fact, "I am the one who told them to tell you so you would actually listen." Yeah, I've done that. You have to make men think that it was their idea before they will actually do it. He'd come from work and be like, "I'm gonna take your car in to get the oil changed and then take it to the car wash." I pretend to act surprised, "Oh, great, thank you so much." Then I would email his friend from work with a thank you and a nude photo. Just kidding, my web came broke a long time ago.
Its tough being single these days. If I am on a date, usually it is a nice dinner or something to eat that's not frozen. At home, if I have food, it comes from a can or a window. I haven't cooked in so long, I gonna have to change my profile on the dating site. From, "Likes to cook" to "would like a cook". Cause then, breakfast in bed would be more than bread crumbs. It's like Hansel and Gretal got lost in my bedroom. I wake up in the afternoon with birds all over.
Friday, January 8, 2010
48 acts like 4
The movie Blind Side is a fantastic movie. If you haven't seen it yet, I strongly recommend that you do. He picked me up and we went to the movie. Since it was later in the evening, we decided to not have dinner, just the movie. He chose the movie, I didn't know anything about it.
We got a small popcorn and drinks. Went in and searched for our seats. The movie began. Oh Sandra Bullock is in it. Okay, it just maybe a good movie after all. The movie begins to play and he begins to talk. I obviously can't hear what he says so I just say "Oh really?!" That is a pretty basic response to just about anything. Don't worry, I have plenty more. So if you are on a date sometime and you hear some of those ambiguous responses, you know your date isn't listening.
He continues to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk through the movie. I realised if I was going to be able to follow the movie, I would have to completely ignore him. Finally he shut his big trap. I am not sure if he did so because I was ignoring him or if it was because the person behind him began kicking his seat.
Then, he tries to hold my hand. Now, if you are in a dating situation where they is common or mutual interest, then try to hold her hand. Since I am very polite (most of the time), I let him hold my hand for a few minutes. Then I pretended to scratch my face (with that hand) and put my hand on my lap. A few minutes later he tries to hold my hand while on my lap. If I were on a date with someone that I liked or was interested in, I would have been thinking like 'oh bonus, alright,... Cool.' However, I was on a date with someone I was definitely not getting good vibes about. So instead I am thinking 'crap, this sucks, now what? Now I am going to get his cooties!' I quickly moved my hand to the arm rest (still allowing him to hold it) instead of on my lap. Ten minutes later, I moved my hand again which he literally moved with it and continued to hold my hand. Holy crap! A few minutes later, I pulled my hand away simply stating, "My hand is getting sore." Then I pretended to exercise my hand moving it around, just to make it more believable. Take a hint pal.
We finished the movie and he dropped me off. Then when we arrive, he parks the car and turns it off. That's weired, did I invite him to stay? Funny how I don't remember that conversation. I looked at him, "Um, thanks for the movie. It was a really great movie." His reply was a bit unexpected, "Yeah, it was really good, do you want to go again?" I had to ask as I raised one eyebrow, "To the same movie?" He replied, "Yeah, I mean if you liked it that much, I want to see it again." Taken a bit off guard by either a sweet gesture or a stupid one (I can't figure out which), I just said, "I... um... well...I..., I am not sure. Let me think about...well, I have to look at my schedule. I'm pretty busy the next couple of weeks." Yeah, okay so a blind man could have seen through that but I mean, he completely took me off guard by that. Who would expect that?"
Ooohhhhh, the next day he calls. He is so mad and just throwing a temper tantrum. What the Hell? I answer the phone to an attitude the size of Utah. "I don't like it that you wouldn't hold my hand at the movie last night." Get over it buddy. Can you believe this guy? He continues, "It's not like we are fighting." Okay, I had to jump in. Um, we are not even going out. How could we possibly be fighting?" Fighting? I barely know this guy. The more I know of him, the less I want to know. He continues with, "I don't think we should go to the movie again. I don't think we would get along." Uh huh? And what? I never wanted to go with him anywhere. I just responded, "I think your right. It doesn't seem like we would have fun together." Then hoping he would get the hint (seems like he finally got the hint I didn't want to hold his hand), I said, "Thanks for calling though." He must have been taken by surprise now because the phone got really quiet. "okay..." he said very slowly. I wanted to end the conversation, "Well, take it easy, good luck." and I hung up the phone. Creep. That is a first, I never had someone call up the next day and throw a fit and try to have an argument. I really think that was his goal. I think inside, he is one of those people who try to cause problems and chaos just for the excitement. Don't need any of that! What a dork. lol
We got a small popcorn and drinks. Went in and searched for our seats. The movie began. Oh Sandra Bullock is in it. Okay, it just maybe a good movie after all. The movie begins to play and he begins to talk. I obviously can't hear what he says so I just say "Oh really?!" That is a pretty basic response to just about anything. Don't worry, I have plenty more. So if you are on a date sometime and you hear some of those ambiguous responses, you know your date isn't listening.
He continues to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk through the movie. I realised if I was going to be able to follow the movie, I would have to completely ignore him. Finally he shut his big trap. I am not sure if he did so because I was ignoring him or if it was because the person behind him began kicking his seat.
Then, he tries to hold my hand. Now, if you are in a dating situation where they is common or mutual interest, then try to hold her hand. Since I am very polite (most of the time), I let him hold my hand for a few minutes. Then I pretended to scratch my face (with that hand) and put my hand on my lap. A few minutes later he tries to hold my hand while on my lap. If I were on a date with someone that I liked or was interested in, I would have been thinking like 'oh bonus, alright,... Cool.' However, I was on a date with someone I was definitely not getting good vibes about. So instead I am thinking 'crap, this sucks, now what? Now I am going to get his cooties!' I quickly moved my hand to the arm rest (still allowing him to hold it) instead of on my lap. Ten minutes later, I moved my hand again which he literally moved with it and continued to hold my hand. Holy crap! A few minutes later, I pulled my hand away simply stating, "My hand is getting sore." Then I pretended to exercise my hand moving it around, just to make it more believable. Take a hint pal.
We finished the movie and he dropped me off. Then when we arrive, he parks the car and turns it off. That's weired, did I invite him to stay? Funny how I don't remember that conversation. I looked at him, "Um, thanks for the movie. It was a really great movie." His reply was a bit unexpected, "Yeah, it was really good, do you want to go again?" I had to ask as I raised one eyebrow, "To the same movie?" He replied, "Yeah, I mean if you liked it that much, I want to see it again." Taken a bit off guard by either a sweet gesture or a stupid one (I can't figure out which), I just said, "I... um... well...I..., I am not sure. Let me think about...well, I have to look at my schedule. I'm pretty busy the next couple of weeks." Yeah, okay so a blind man could have seen through that but I mean, he completely took me off guard by that. Who would expect that?"
Ooohhhhh, the next day he calls. He is so mad and just throwing a temper tantrum. What the Hell? I answer the phone to an attitude the size of Utah. "I don't like it that you wouldn't hold my hand at the movie last night." Get over it buddy. Can you believe this guy? He continues, "It's not like we are fighting." Okay, I had to jump in. Um, we are not even going out. How could we possibly be fighting?" Fighting? I barely know this guy. The more I know of him, the less I want to know. He continues with, "I don't think we should go to the movie again. I don't think we would get along." Uh huh? And what? I never wanted to go with him anywhere. I just responded, "I think your right. It doesn't seem like we would have fun together." Then hoping he would get the hint (seems like he finally got the hint I didn't want to hold his hand), I said, "Thanks for calling though." He must have been taken by surprise now because the phone got really quiet. "okay..." he said very slowly. I wanted to end the conversation, "Well, take it easy, good luck." and I hung up the phone. Creep. That is a first, I never had someone call up the next day and throw a fit and try to have an argument. I really think that was his goal. I think inside, he is one of those people who try to cause problems and chaos just for the excitement. Don't need any of that! What a dork. lol
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Toxic phone message.
A blind date that I went on, remember (Bad smoking, good dinner), that guy. Who was a wacko, told the story about the prostitute. You remember him. He called me and left a message on my voice mail. Let me quote some of it for you. "I was just calling to see what you were doing." Seems innocent so far, but keep reading, it will turn sinister very quickly. "I was thinking we could go out of town, get you plenty of drinks and I could take advantage of you." He actually said that! Then he says, "so call me back." And that concluded the shocking train wreck of a message. I knew that no one would believe that message so I saved it and played for a few of my friends. It was funnier then. No, I never called him back and fortunately, he didn't call me back either. Damn, I couldn't make this stuff up!
Interim crush
This spring I have an interim class, computers. YUCK! It may not seem like it since I can email, blog, facebook, and shop online but in reality, I am terrible with computers. If it weren't for Angel Theresa, I wouldn't have gotten this far. No wonder she is a saint. Right? Isn't there a saint Theresa? I'm pretty sure. But Theresa has kept me from sleeping through the great computer age and I am better for it. I just hope I make it through this class.
There's this kid who sits two seats away from me. Kinda cute but way to young for me. I guess I shouldn't call him a kid, he is probably in his early-mid twenties. Anyway, from the first day of class he keeps on looking at me. Every time I look over, you know when you get that "someones looking at me" feeling. It is him. Maybe I have some broccoli in my teeth from last week. Just kidding. When I leave class he always makes eye contact with me and says "goodbye" to me. I am amazing, who can blame him. LOL Maybe he has never seen a beautiful, funny, smart, talented, and remarkably humble artist out of her natural habitat.
There's this kid who sits two seats away from me. Kinda cute but way to young for me. I guess I shouldn't call him a kid, he is probably in his early-mid twenties. Anyway, from the first day of class he keeps on looking at me. Every time I look over, you know when you get that "someones looking at me" feeling. It is him. Maybe I have some broccoli in my teeth from last week. Just kidding. When I leave class he always makes eye contact with me and says "goodbye" to me. I am amazing, who can blame him. LOL Maybe he has never seen a beautiful, funny, smart, talented, and remarkably humble artist out of her natural habitat.
View of my personality.
I blog about bad manners and behaviors of men I am on dates with. Yes, it would lead anyone, even me to ask, "What about her bad traits?" So I began to ask a few of the people I know as well as some of the men in my past about their thoughts. It is only fair right? Hey, wait a minute. I don't give out the identities of the people I talk about. So I am already at a slight disadvantage.
Are you in great suspense now? The blogger, me, in on the hot seat. Okay here they are in any order. And these probably aren't even all of them but to show I am fair and not only throwing men under the bus or on the third rail. By all means, read on.
1. "You are too honest. People don't want to hear the truth."
Okay, whatever that means. Maybe he is trying to say he is a liar and has no conscious.
2. "You are mean in a nice way."
I asked him to elaborate on that. What could that possibly mean?
"Well, I don't know how to say it, but you make sure people get the hint but you say it with a smile. You can be very direct but polite at the same time."
The only thing I could think of would be like... Please go to hell. Have a nice f**king day. "Are those examples of what you mean?" I asked.
"Not exactly but I think you get it." he replied as his eyebrows quickly lowered and scrunched down his forehead, making his eyes seem very small.
3. "I think people are intimidated by you. You're too smart and men don't want to be with women smarter than them."
"What?! Are you kidding me with this stuff?" I asked confused and half laughing.
"It's true, men feel dumb if the woman knows more than him or if she makes more money than him. He feels like less of a man." they explained.
Of course the image of a dumb blond wearing shoulder pads entered my mind. I understand the financial thing but not liking a woman who is intelligent is just plain stupid. Although, I truly have had that experience before. My first ex-husband that one thing he did say in the beginning of our divorce. One day he blurted out, "...and you're smarter than me." Well, I guess I just need a good educated man then. Why can't men be upset if a woman cleans better or cooks better, perhaps it would encourage them to do a better job. I believe it is possible for a man to put the toilet seat down. Don't you?
Are you in great suspense now? The blogger, me, in on the hot seat. Okay here they are in any order. And these probably aren't even all of them but to show I am fair and not only throwing men under the bus or on the third rail. By all means, read on.
1. "You are too honest. People don't want to hear the truth."
Okay, whatever that means. Maybe he is trying to say he is a liar and has no conscious.
2. "You are mean in a nice way."
I asked him to elaborate on that. What could that possibly mean?
"Well, I don't know how to say it, but you make sure people get the hint but you say it with a smile. You can be very direct but polite at the same time."
The only thing I could think of would be like... Please go to hell. Have a nice f**king day. "Are those examples of what you mean?" I asked.
"Not exactly but I think you get it." he replied as his eyebrows quickly lowered and scrunched down his forehead, making his eyes seem very small.
3. "I think people are intimidated by you. You're too smart and men don't want to be with women smarter than them."
"What?! Are you kidding me with this stuff?" I asked confused and half laughing.
"It's true, men feel dumb if the woman knows more than him or if she makes more money than him. He feels like less of a man." they explained.
Of course the image of a dumb blond wearing shoulder pads entered my mind. I understand the financial thing but not liking a woman who is intelligent is just plain stupid. Although, I truly have had that experience before. My first ex-husband that one thing he did say in the beginning of our divorce. One day he blurted out, "...and you're smarter than me." Well, I guess I just need a good educated man then. Why can't men be upset if a woman cleans better or cooks better, perhaps it would encourage them to do a better job. I believe it is possible for a man to put the toilet seat down. Don't you?
4. "You're too nice to people. You need to learn how to say 'no'."
This is true, I have a very difficult time saying 'no'. I am trying to work on that. I am good at saying no to men who don't understand the meaning of 'no' but to others who need or don't need but ask for my help anyway, I have a difficult time saying the word.
These are the first things that arose in their minds and if these are my bad traits, I don't think they are that bad. And just for the record, the men I have dated in my past, none of them ever regretted dating me. I think that has something to say. Of course, everyone has things about them that they would like to change and I am no exception. I can certainly help point out a few things for those of you who are not sure. Just ask me, I'll tell ya.
Monday, January 4, 2010
The birthday boy
We met at one of the finer restaurants in town. I had actually met this guy a few times in the past. He tells me that he, "always liked" me but I was married so he kept it to himself. Okay, good boy. He is much older than I am and I was under the impression we were just going out as friends or acquaintances. We sit down at the table, ordered drinks, and he says, "today is my birthday." "Really?" I say, half-way not believing him. "Happy birthday." I order the infamous white dove that I like so much, he orders a soda-pop. Then we go through the what is that drink scenario that I go through so many friggin' times. Pretty soon I am going to start drinking water on dates. "It is a white dove," I reply, ever so sweetly. Then he wants to taste it. I pluck his straw from his glass and put it in my drink so he doesn't dare try to use mine. Then he looks at me with shock and asks, "Is there alcohol in that drink?" "Yeah, a little bit." I responded, I should have told him, "yeah, but not enough".
The waitress is willing to take our order now that we are ready. Both of us order steak, it comes with fresh bread, soup, and a salad before the main course. Half the bread is gone when the soup arrives at the table. He swallows straight half the soup and puts it aside for the waitress and the salads are brought to us. I am still working on the soup. "Please wait a little bit before bringing our dinners out." I ask the waitress. "Sure, no problem.", she says as she smiles and whisks aways with her blond hair in flight like a kite behind her. The human trash compactor inhales his salad in minutes. No talking just bite and swallow.
As I continue to enjoy my soup and start on my salad he says in a very disappointed tone. "I wish you hadn't asked her to take longer to bring out our dinners." I responded, "Sorry, everything was just coming out so fast." He looks at me as if I completely missed out on a news flash, and says, "Yeah but I like steak that is why I was hurrying to get through the other stuff. I want to eat my steak." Has he never eaten a meal before in his life? I remained silent and continued with my salad. Light green lettuce, dark green spinach, that weired shaped purple thing, bright red tomatoes, crisp bacon bits, white ranch dressing with black pepper on top. Mmmm, so beautiful and so good. What.. huh... yeah, oh the date, I was trying to forget he was there. Worried about his steak and all. Guys, you shouldn't lie to a woman but it never hurts to pretend that you are a civilised human being.
The steak makes its grand appearance and I might add looks incredibly delicious. Half way through my steak, he is already finished with his. I have had plenty and was feeling quite full. The logical thing to do was to ask for a box to take it home for tomorrows breakfast. I ask the waitress for a to-go box and off she goes. He looked at me and asked to only all to obvious, "Are you taking that home?" "Yeah,... it will be very good with eggs in the morning." I responded. "You should finish that, it is really good." he stammered. "I know it is good but I am very full and I can't eat anymore." I told him. "Well" he began with a pause, ..."I can wait if you want to eat it slowly." No thank you, i ate too much already, I will only get sick. Thanks anyway." I said with an inquisitive look on my face. What a freak. I understand he likes steak but it seems he is a little obsessed with it. Gimme a break.
Do men intentionally show there bad attributes on first dates, or are these what they consider good attributes? Maybe they don't even realize. What is even scarier is that you know they are hiding the worst ones. This is one rabbit hole I don't want to fall down. He obviously can be controlling, can't take "no" for an answer, and focuses on instant gratification. Definitely not traits I am looking for.
The waitress is willing to take our order now that we are ready. Both of us order steak, it comes with fresh bread, soup, and a salad before the main course. Half the bread is gone when the soup arrives at the table. He swallows straight half the soup and puts it aside for the waitress and the salads are brought to us. I am still working on the soup. "Please wait a little bit before bringing our dinners out." I ask the waitress. "Sure, no problem.", she says as she smiles and whisks aways with her blond hair in flight like a kite behind her. The human trash compactor inhales his salad in minutes. No talking just bite and swallow.
As I continue to enjoy my soup and start on my salad he says in a very disappointed tone. "I wish you hadn't asked her to take longer to bring out our dinners." I responded, "Sorry, everything was just coming out so fast." He looks at me as if I completely missed out on a news flash, and says, "Yeah but I like steak that is why I was hurrying to get through the other stuff. I want to eat my steak." Has he never eaten a meal before in his life? I remained silent and continued with my salad. Light green lettuce, dark green spinach, that weired shaped purple thing, bright red tomatoes, crisp bacon bits, white ranch dressing with black pepper on top. Mmmm, so beautiful and so good. What.. huh... yeah, oh the date, I was trying to forget he was there. Worried about his steak and all. Guys, you shouldn't lie to a woman but it never hurts to pretend that you are a civilised human being.
The steak makes its grand appearance and I might add looks incredibly delicious. Half way through my steak, he is already finished with his. I have had plenty and was feeling quite full. The logical thing to do was to ask for a box to take it home for tomorrows breakfast. I ask the waitress for a to-go box and off she goes. He looked at me and asked to only all to obvious, "Are you taking that home?" "Yeah,... it will be very good with eggs in the morning." I responded. "You should finish that, it is really good." he stammered. "I know it is good but I am very full and I can't eat anymore." I told him. "Well" he began with a pause, ..."I can wait if you want to eat it slowly." No thank you, i ate too much already, I will only get sick. Thanks anyway." I said with an inquisitive look on my face. What a freak. I understand he likes steak but it seems he is a little obsessed with it. Gimme a break.
Do men intentionally show there bad attributes on first dates, or are these what they consider good attributes? Maybe they don't even realize. What is even scarier is that you know they are hiding the worst ones. This is one rabbit hole I don't want to fall down. He obviously can be controlling, can't take "no" for an answer, and focuses on instant gratification. Definitely not traits I am looking for.
Back 2 blogging
Had some problems with my home PC. I know many of you have missed reading my many adventures in the dating world. Even though I haven't been blogging, I have been keeping notes to fill you in. Keep your eyes and fingers on this blog. Skip the laughing gas at the dentist, some of these dates were more painful than a day at the dentist. Plus, you will probably have more laughs here.
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