Sunday, May 31, 2009
Happy Birthday Marilyn and all the others...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Shoes!! Oh how I do love thee, and note to any future someone special - I'm an 8, and the higher the heel and more luxurious the leather, the better...
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Online dating? Been there and done that - and while it works for some, I think it's just not for me.
Speed dating? Bwahahaha, sorry it may work for some, but it's like speed interviewing, when all I want to know in those brief few moments is the same thing: University education? Drugs? Alcohol? Criminal Record? Pets? Children?
Education no matter what it is says I can jump through a societal hoop, and maybe you'll jump through another societal hoop - like RESPONSIBILITY.
Drugs,yes I know it's Vancouver and my landlord is down with the pot usage, but I'm not, sorry
Alcohol, my sweet lova, it's all fine and good until some orders the shots, or drinks Canadian...
Criminal Record, well you'd think that's a self explanatory one
Pets - can be good and bad, shows some level of responsibility
Children - I want them, you can keep your dogs and your bro's but this ho wants some little ones...
Simple no? Apparently it's actually scary.
So then no online, no speed dating, any guys who are circulating in the friend pool are either not datable, sorry Josh, taken, or unlabelable - OM. And so there we are waiting for someone somewhere to come crashing into us.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
So OM, AB and anyone else while you're debating that I have another paper to write and a vay-cay to pack for where who knows what will happen...
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Just in case you're all wondering I even said I won't be the shoulder to cry on because it's not fair for me... wow sometimes even though it is right, the adult voice in me sounds so foreign.
A country song for all the broken hearted ones out there...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
1. Skeezy drunk dude type - and not always drunk, but always skeezy - the kind that need to be treated by some kind of specialised hazmat team.
2. Nice but eww boys. These are the ones most of us get stuck on, stuck with or something else stuck... Of these I have had Dr. Boy, Lawyer Boy, I play a guitar boy and OM (MBA boy) and no I don't think any of their actions are representative of their professions. I am sure I could even put my ex-fiance in there too while we are at it. They are those who have so much baggage that well you might as well give up while your ahead. They're the kind that lurve you instead of loving you despite the length of the relationship. They're clean on the outside but as malfunctioning and diseased as boy #1.
3. Nice boys you either don't want to date or can't figure out how to get it to a dating relationship. Mr. I work for a computer company and love action figures was great despite the moniker - but I was not going to be with, and AB I don't know how to get a functional friendship out of the whole thing nevermind a freaking date so that dies here and now I guess...
Type 3 boys are perfect marriage material - they're the ones who due to some stroke of luck have their hormones on the back burner for just long enough to get a decent idea of who you are - which of course leads to them sort of wanting to know you - their brains are able to channel that the whole attraction thing gets better with time or dies when you realize her favorite movie of all time is High School Musical...
But no worries plans are a brewing - they always are, no? Remember it is just a hop, skip and a few martini's and maybe a freaking awesome pair of shoes from NYC away, and maybe a dress with some rocking cleavage too... hmm no?
This song somewhat references OM... just so he knows somewhere at sometime I'm going to torture you - oh you have no idea the pain I'm going to put you through the next time you throw a waffle party...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I read it and realized something - he is a tool, but well let's be honest he's somewhat of a sane tool - he saved his ass from certain death. So one more in the graveyard and onwards - yikes I'm killing them off left, right and center, the last man standing wins I guess.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I had to laugh at it all though to be honest it kind of made me want to slap him. He was about my brother's age if I can guess based on the living at home and the very young looking girlfriend, so even more so, where do you get off thinking that you have endeared yourself in anyway - you're likely chocked full of STI wonderfulness - since I doubt you're faithful, never mind the fact that when a relatively sober (one nursed Tom Collins) is picking up the creepy vibe from an evidently impaired individual - it sure makes you feel lucky, don't it?
Monday, May 11, 2009
I realize that this might seem a little blunt, but well I think that's the only way to go given the current situation. While I am fine with waiting for you to feel emotionally/mentally ready to go on a "date date," I am not fine with waiting for something that seems is not going to happen. So here's the deal you're either interested, or you're waiting to see if there is something better on the horizon. There might be someone better, someone who can't cook, someone who is okay with being part of the harem, someone who isn't tattooed and someone who it's going to expect you to get your shit together. You're free to choose, that's the wonderful thing about life - I just want to get that out there before I choose a new direction for myself.
I have to say writing while listening to Kelly is likely not the best idea, and I know it sounds a little angry, but I feel like given Saturday that I have no intention of even going ahead with any of this, it's all complete b*llsh*t. Either you're willing to pursue me or you're just stringing me along. So don't let me stop you - because I don't think I'm going to give you a second thought if anyone else steps up.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
S&P = 2 a full evening of awesome convo with ABIWUOCDIAH and looked fabulous
ABIWUOCDIAH - 2 for being plain awesome - helping me up off the couch, warming me outside, and trying to share his birthday cake with me (too much dairy I had to refuse), nevermind the great conversation
OM - 0 for the odd gropey hug, the flirting with everyone but me, the reaction of the girls - but while that should put him in the negative, but gosh darn it he was hot.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
How's life for you?
Update: I have a new love, my poli sci class - ahh to be in the warm embrace of feminism journals and UN reports and statistics again... to make this day even better I'm off to buy some new paper, some post it's and a few folders. Tonight I'll clear off more shelf space - oh lordy this is almost better than a date, actually at the risk of staying single for life, it is better. I love to write, and even more about things I'm passionate about... so tootles OM until the books start to overwhelm me, by then maybe you'll have things figured out.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
The dress will be accompanied with pearl stud earrings, and possibly a pearl necklace. I have yet to decide if I'm going to add a ribbon belt and accent it with a broach instead or something like that. I would like to as I Freudian slipped this week to AR (Aussie Roommate) be like a naughty housewife. I've roughly got Marilyn's body but not her swagger or wardrobe... I'm worried I'm in the end way out sexing the entire party and not looking iconically like anyone... HELP
Monday, May 04, 2009
So here are the facts - we had a mediocre date date, but it wasn't that, so was it a good friend date - on comparisons I would say it had a heavy dose of AWKWARD - I mean did we think it would be anything but - it's like an interview for an undefined job - the position may or may not be open and criteria are sketchy at best.
Dear OM (or new nickname - tbd),
Saturday was great, vegan waffles (which you should totally have taken credit for choosing - serious you missed big brownie points), coffee, cherry blossoms, spring rain and everything that could have been swooningly romantic. And yet despite the fact that I felt like I verbal diaherria and was apparently speachless post "date" when I called to give an update to my eagerly awaiting friends. I wonder what happened? I guess maybe I should try a less literary approach.
What I know:
1.I know that you are just coming off a relationship.
2.I know that you have expressed that you do not wish this to be a rebound.
3.I know that these things - rebound periods are ill defined - for some there is a set grieving period, for others it depends on the context of the previous relationship. In your case I don't need to know details, time frames or anything like that.
What I want you to know:
1. You get to decide where this goes - so based on the previous statement since you are the person on the rebound, you get to say Go, and the whole if and when of Go is for you to determine and lead the way.
2. I am going to give you the space to feel like you can come to decision apart from my influence.
3. I am still interested in seeing if we can get over some of awkward parts of Saturday which I am going to attribute to clash of the definition of the activity and some of the emotions involved.
4. Yes I was engaged -scary huh, that ended a long time ago and we could hash through all that now, but I guess I'm just going to leave it at that, it was a mistake, I have no issue taking responsibilities for my mistakes be them small like choosing the wrong shoes for an event, to choosing the very wrong person to get engaged to.
Lastly this where you let me know whatever you want:
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Well I guess what happens at the end of a non-date is as ill defined as a "non-date." For some bizarre very S&P reason I have spent the afternoon in this haze of ___, call it confusion, apathy, hurt and conscious emotional distance. I know that OM is not ready to date, and yet OM is physically interested (sorry I don't know how else to say that) and me? Me? Well I'm unsure in that while I am "physically interested" I don't know how emotionally invested I would like to be. It's not a place of any type of security. Who knows the when, where and whatever whenever he decides, if he decides to move forward.
In the end he may not even have the basic short list of requirements. I am not talking about those he must love Krispy Creme doughnuts and Dirty Dancing "requirements." I am actually talking about: religion, kids and marriage - not in that order. But really I think that's what it comes down to at this age - do we believe the same thing (roughly), do we have the same view on kids (yay or nay) and do you have any intention of getting married. Because in the end if it's no to the kids and the ring then what in sam hell am I doing hauling my tired ass out of bed at 7am on a Saturday to see you? But of course you can't ask those questions on a non-date. No, on a non-date you dance around the hormones, the pheromones and the oh no's and rather awkwardly converse. flirt and leave poor S&P feeling well sad. Sorry folks I thought I would be excited but rather I'm just a little confused and sad. I'm sad that this couldn't be clearer, that I'm sitting in limbo and I'm not really sure what to do with this mixed bag of emotions. Those thoughts like, would he even date date me or is there really just platonic feelings? Am I waiting for something that will never come.
Nevermind the fact that despite how complimentary we are, I just wonder what the next step is. I know that my door isn't being knocked down by Barista boy or anyone else, but I guess I feel like this should be clearer.
Sure I can give you a run down of the non-date: hug, vegan waffles (which I have to say was awesome), coffee, photo, flowers (not for me - around us), views, conversation, and well a somewhat end to the date, sorry the non-date. Then again what are my options - a hug to further awkward the communication, or even worse (or better) a kiss. Hey I wouldn't have minded but to be honest I think it would have spelled disaster, then again I wonder if this whole being friends who are interested in each other thing could spell disaster two. Put two people with conflicting feelings and propriety together long enough and someone ditches the propriety and it all implodes emotionally.
Maybe in the end Kelly's right, "boys will be boys they don't want to define it"
Friday, May 01, 2009
To add a little sugar to your Friday - all my loves - 80's music, ballet and cute sappiness
Oh help me, return me to bitter singledom please, life was less embarassing and unassured there: