One of my good friends, who LOVES to hook people up recently decided to introduce me to one of her guy friends. This wasn’t the first time she introduced me to someone, and I am sure it won’t be the last. I know she means well, but these things never work out. LOL
The first guy I met through her, I can’t even blame her for. I was at her house for a party and met this lady she worked with. The lady promptly called her son and told him to come meet me. She refused to accept that I was 5 years older than this boy; he showed up and was adorable but young. Later he tried to talk to my sister who is more age appropriate for him, it still didn’t work.
The second guy was cool, but sent me too many dam pictures via text. Not like indecent pictures, just random pictures. I wasn’t used to that and wasn’t sure how to respond. I don’t like being put on the spot, so I didn’t appreciate the pressure that came from that. I mean do people understand how many shots are required to end up with a presentable picture? And who the hell just takes pics of them sitting in the car during their morning commute. No one needs to see me angrily yelling at dumb drivers during a ride that I hate has to happen. So alas, things fizzled due to my lack of picture sending.
The latest guy, ex-Canadian football player, works in property management, funny, attractive…
Obsessed with Canada.
We all met for sushi, had a good time laughing and joking. He is open to new foods, which I love. Also he drinks a lot, much like me. (I like people who don’t judge; you don’t have to drink as much as me, but please don’t get all judgey).
Anywho, we were having such a good time that I went back to his place with him to hang out more. At some point he mentioned how much he loved living in Vancouver. He showed me pictures, and it really was beautiful. But things began to get weird. I realized he had talked about Vancouver for at least 45 minutes. He was aggressively asking me if I “wanted those stamps on my passport”, and I was like “sure dude, seems like a nice place to visit”. That wasn’t enough for him. I was confused about his extreme enthusiasm and couldn’t share in it, so I decided to take my leave.
My sister believes that if I would have stayed, he may have drugged me and smuggled me off to Vancouver.
So yeah, that was that.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
“Know When to Hold-em”, More Dating in DFW
So Ima back track on this dating thing real quick. When I first broke up with my longtime boyfriend, before the online dating and such- I began seeing a man who works in my building. It ended badly, and I should have walked away long before it went down that road. This is one of the lessons I have had to learn, “know when to hold-em, know when to fold-em”.
So one summer a tall, good looking brotha started working in my building and I made it my business to become friendly with him. Soon we were going to lunch and emailing each other little funny stuff. We had similar asshole tendencies so we liked to talk about/make fun of people we worked with. He enjoyed the same ignant music as I did, but was intelligent enough to talk politics. We kept hanging out outside of work and flirting and after a while it evolved into us actually dating.
We began seeing each other a large part of our time away from work, but not really going out. There was a lot of me and him holed up in one of our residences drinking and watching movies or sports. I do this alone so it wasn't a hug deal but I was tired of not EVER going anywhere. He was paranoid about people being in our business at work, so was against really going out into the world as a twosome. Red Flag you say? Not to me, I was like ok cool. (Dumb).
After about a year and half into this "relationship", he began going places with me. I was ecstatic, I just knew the tides were turning and we were on track to being a normal happy couple who actually do stuff together (outside the house). I had a big party for my friend’s birthday and he was my date. He bought me a nice and thoughtful gift for my birthday a month later- in my mind things were slowly but surely changing. Then about a week before Christmas he mentioned that he was getting rid of all secular items in his house. I was like “whoa wait, what?” Not because I am against Jesus, but more because I was taken aback by this complete 180 in beliefs. He explained that he needed to get his life right for the sake of his soul and his son’s, and then told me that he wished I would do the same.
He sent me a link to this online church he belonged to, and the whole things screamed “CULT”. I told him good luck and that was that.
Well not really, I had a little break down that night and maybe a few after that. I cried and got ridiculously drunk and made my friends endure dramatic sad sack texts explaining how hurt I was . But after that I was cool with it :)
So one summer a tall, good looking brotha started working in my building and I made it my business to become friendly with him. Soon we were going to lunch and emailing each other little funny stuff. We had similar asshole tendencies so we liked to talk about/make fun of people we worked with. He enjoyed the same ignant music as I did, but was intelligent enough to talk politics. We kept hanging out outside of work and flirting and after a while it evolved into us actually dating.
We began seeing each other a large part of our time away from work, but not really going out. There was a lot of me and him holed up in one of our residences drinking and watching movies or sports. I do this alone so it wasn't a hug deal but I was tired of not EVER going anywhere. He was paranoid about people being in our business at work, so was against really going out into the world as a twosome. Red Flag you say? Not to me, I was like ok cool. (Dumb).
After about a year and half into this "relationship", he began going places with me. I was ecstatic, I just knew the tides were turning and we were on track to being a normal happy couple who actually do stuff together (outside the house). I had a big party for my friend’s birthday and he was my date. He bought me a nice and thoughtful gift for my birthday a month later- in my mind things were slowly but surely changing. Then about a week before Christmas he mentioned that he was getting rid of all secular items in his house. I was like “whoa wait, what?” Not because I am against Jesus, but more because I was taken aback by this complete 180 in beliefs. He explained that he needed to get his life right for the sake of his soul and his son’s, and then told me that he wished I would do the same.
He sent me a link to this online church he belonged to, and the whole things screamed “CULT”. I told him good luck and that was that.
Well not really, I had a little break down that night and maybe a few after that. I cried and got ridiculously drunk and made my friends endure dramatic sad sack texts explaining how hurt I was . But after that I was cool with it :)
Dating in DFW
Dating has been one of the hardest things I have tried to do. The biggest reason was because I had not "dated" in about a decade. I was pretty much out of my element, and really unsure about how to go about meeting people.
I tried going out, joined professional organizations, and then lastly online dating. None of these really ended like I hoped they would, but they did teach me some lessons along the way. I got used to making casual conversations with strangers, and flirting with no expectations, and I learned how to just go with the moment and try to have a good time regardless of the fact that I may never want to see this person again. The most important thing I learned though, was how to end it with someone in a respectful manner. Since I had little experience with dating I initially was nervous about shaking a guy I didn't like. I would take his calls even though I hated talking to him, because I didn't want to be rude. Then I began ignoring people, and that can sometimes make people get a little ugly with you. Eventually I realized the best thing to do was to be straight up with them.
One of the first guys that I ended up going on a date with was really cool, we had great conversation and laughed a lot. The downside- he reminded me of my father. Not in a "I feel like this guy can be a good dad", but like he literally has mannerisms like my daddy. So I had to chalk that one up. Met another guy who again seemed really cool, and we hung out for a couple of months. Then he got accepted into some program he had been trying to get into for a while and had to go focus on that. I totally get it, I was in school at the time too so I am all about someone trying to excel in their career but it sucked.
Next guy I met was in my MBA program, from my home state, we had a lot in common. He kept telling my girl how he was into me, while taking me out and having good convos. Well... turns out he had a baby mama that he never mentioned, who per him "thought they were still together". Uhh no bruh, sit down with all that. They got married 2 years later, and up until the wedding she didn't even have a key to his house. He now makes regular "guys" trips to the Dominican Republic...
Ugh that's enough for today.
I tried going out, joined professional organizations, and then lastly online dating. None of these really ended like I hoped they would, but they did teach me some lessons along the way. I got used to making casual conversations with strangers, and flirting with no expectations, and I learned how to just go with the moment and try to have a good time regardless of the fact that I may never want to see this person again. The most important thing I learned though, was how to end it with someone in a respectful manner. Since I had little experience with dating I initially was nervous about shaking a guy I didn't like. I would take his calls even though I hated talking to him, because I didn't want to be rude. Then I began ignoring people, and that can sometimes make people get a little ugly with you. Eventually I realized the best thing to do was to be straight up with them.
One of the first guys that I ended up going on a date with was really cool, we had great conversation and laughed a lot. The downside- he reminded me of my father. Not in a "I feel like this guy can be a good dad", but like he literally has mannerisms like my daddy. So I had to chalk that one up. Met another guy who again seemed really cool, and we hung out for a couple of months. Then he got accepted into some program he had been trying to get into for a while and had to go focus on that. I totally get it, I was in school at the time too so I am all about someone trying to excel in their career but it sucked.
Next guy I met was in my MBA program, from my home state, we had a lot in common. He kept telling my girl how he was into me, while taking me out and having good convos. Well... turns out he had a baby mama that he never mentioned, who per him "thought they were still together". Uhh no bruh, sit down with all that. They got married 2 years later, and up until the wedding she didn't even have a key to his house. He now makes regular "guys" trips to the Dominican Republic...
Ugh that's enough for today.
Monday, June 4, 2012
This One Time, In High School
School let out early, and a group of my friends and I decided to go get lunch before heading to our respective homes.
After lunch, we got on a bus to head home. Shortly after we boarded a group of young men got on as well.
One of the guys tried to "holla" at my friend, but she wasn't interested.
You know what he did when she rebuked his advances?
He punched her in the face.
Then he and his gang of idiots busted out laughing and got off the bus.
Dam.
After lunch, we got on a bus to head home. Shortly after we boarded a group of young men got on as well.
One of the guys tried to "holla" at my friend, but she wasn't interested.
You know what he did when she rebuked his advances?
He punched her in the face.
Then he and his gang of idiots busted out laughing and got off the bus.
Dam.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Paranoid Woman
Regarding a woman in line at the airport,
Sooooooooo while in line at the airport, my sister and I were talking and I noticed a lady in a sundress holding some sandals. I said “I have those shoes”, my sister then points to a fat woman two people ahead with some grey pumas on and says “those shoes?”, I look at her quizzically and say “uh no, the ones she has in her hand”. Then Sis says “oh I like those”.
*I know I don’t need to mention the woman with the pumas’ weight, but get over it*
The lady holding the sandals, is wearing tennis and socks. I assume her feet hurt, she is preggers, idk… I don’t really care. She overhears the end of the exchange and says in an ugly manner “my feet swell when I fly”… and we look at each other, like oh ok. I just smile because I am not sure why she needed to tell us that.
Then she nudges her bf and says “they are making fun of me for having to wear these tennis shoes”…. Me and sis look at each other in shock, while the bf looks back at us…. I say “uhh no, we were saying we like those sandals she is holding and I own a pair just like them”. At this point she doesn’t turn around or say anything else.
WTF
Projecting your weird issues onto strangers is just that, weird. Why would you assume someone is making fun of your shoe choice, when that was clearly not said?
People are cray…..
Sooooooooo while in line at the airport, my sister and I were talking and I noticed a lady in a sundress holding some sandals. I said “I have those shoes”, my sister then points to a fat woman two people ahead with some grey pumas on and says “those shoes?”, I look at her quizzically and say “uh no, the ones she has in her hand”. Then Sis says “oh I like those”.
*I know I don’t need to mention the woman with the pumas’ weight, but get over it*
The lady holding the sandals, is wearing tennis and socks. I assume her feet hurt, she is preggers, idk… I don’t really care. She overhears the end of the exchange and says in an ugly manner “my feet swell when I fly”… and we look at each other, like oh ok. I just smile because I am not sure why she needed to tell us that.
Then she nudges her bf and says “they are making fun of me for having to wear these tennis shoes”…. Me and sis look at each other in shock, while the bf looks back at us…. I say “uhh no, we were saying we like those sandals she is holding and I own a pair just like them”. At this point she doesn’t turn around or say anything else.
WTF
Projecting your weird issues onto strangers is just that, weird. Why would you assume someone is making fun of your shoe choice, when that was clearly not said?
People are cray…..
Girl with the ambigram tattoo
Dear girl with the left wrist tattoo.
Since you sat down caddy corner to me at the terminal while we wait on our flight to board, I can't help wonder what possessed you to get that "day" tattoo written as an ambigram like in the "The Davinci Code"
Now I want to know whether you have a corresponding matching tattoo on your right wrist. It would only be right.
I want to get up and walk to the bathroom just to pass by you and see the inside of your right wrist so I can know for sure of its existence. I realize that if I do that. I will have to walk creepily close to you. And I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I mean, you're cute and all but I'm into dudes. So anywho, since you didn't offer we don't really need to go there. I just need to know about that right wrist.
*Update*
I never found out about that right wrist.... It haunts me still.
Since you sat down caddy corner to me at the terminal while we wait on our flight to board, I can't help wonder what possessed you to get that "day" tattoo written as an ambigram like in the "The Davinci Code"
Now I want to know whether you have a corresponding matching tattoo on your right wrist. It would only be right.
I want to get up and walk to the bathroom just to pass by you and see the inside of your right wrist so I can know for sure of its existence. I realize that if I do that. I will have to walk creepily close to you. And I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I mean, you're cute and all but I'm into dudes. So anywho, since you didn't offer we don't really need to go there. I just need to know about that right wrist.
*Update*
I never found out about that right wrist.... It haunts me still.
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