Making the cut

So the engineer that wrote to me on Yahoo! (not my sat night date) is out. He didn't call Wednesday night like he said, and he's out on the first strike.

He was saying wierd things anyway. Putting words in my mouth that I (or women) hate men, joking around about having a wife when I asked him, really focused on the fact that I looked in shape in my picture. Seemed very picky.

Dropped his ex b/c he found her making dinner plans with her ex. Dinner plans. Wow, I didn't know that was cheating. I debated whether or not I should tell him I'm still friends with my exes. And sadly, for him, they come first. Because some of them have become lifelong friends.

Ok, well, glad he took himself out of the running.

Onward & upward.

poor boy

the rules suck. you know what they suck.

last night my saturday night date called me. he was like, uh, should we be going out saturday night? i told my friend i was going out with you on saturday & he said "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

i said, oh, yes, because we weren't engaged? actually, i told MY friends how refreshing it was to have a saturday night date without it meaning you have to be engaged first. i told him how annoying it was to date a guy for months & not get a sat night date. you wonder when you're going to make the cut & who else has got the "prime" spot.

then he said he felt dumb for calling me. & i was like, nah, my other guy friends are confused about the rules too.

ladies, and gentlemen, the rules should be about getting people together, not driving them apart. it seems now that all the rules do is drive people apart.

f* the saturday night date rule. i wanted to text him back & tell him, hey, there are still 60 minutes in an hour on saturday night like every other night...and there are MORE saturdays in the future. so if you have a bad date, SO WHAT.

bush will still be president when you wake up. (UGH) (says this undecided independent voter...)

blah

i feel very blah today. you know, one of those days where you feel it doesn't really matter if you live or die, no one will notice.

one of those life is futile days.

then i was standing by the elevator thinking, well, i guess it would matter if i HURT someone's feelings, so i guess i can try not to be a negative influence i guess. to look at things perversely...

i'm wondering too if i should attempt to get back with my workaholic ex. have i really changed? can i really be ok with him working so much?

i almost drunk-texted him last night & then didn't. my text ran along these lines: i don't want to get married for the status of it (which was his take on it, before i clarified that he was the one i wanted to marry, not just anyone), i want to get married so i can love someone & not have to stop. (thank goodness for delete buttons.)

but is that enough? is loving someone who is not around much sufficient for me? perhaps it is, since i grew up that way anyway, with an absent father. and now have been single for years. perhaps it would just be the addition of a secure, stable person that i love in my life, in fact that would be enough. even if the reality weren't all there. at least i love the guy more than anyone else. and have done so for years.

you always have to make choices. what is mine?

baby's got back!

back i am! :) in many ways. my cheater ex was good for that...being a personal trainer & all.

so i have a date saturday night with a guy from yahoo personals. a good 9 years older, but surprisingly, seems quite young! he actually asked for drinks on a sat p.m. for the first date. go figure. finally some guy doesn't think if you go out sat night you're engaged!

will recount details...check back!

trippin'

well, i'm back from my vacation, this being the ex-boyfriend tour. i visited 2 of them & texted a third (my most recent ex) to wish HBday. a fourth refused to return my call (i'll just wait a few years until he's broken up with this girl who forbade him from talking to me), and a fifth sent me sexy messages on my space.

life is strange. there is a time for wanting to marry someone one, and a time to refrain from it. with one boyfriend there was a time, but it is gone. i feel sad. i urged him to move on.

with the other, the reverse. i feel it is time (well, maybe in a couple years). so i pointed that possibility out. in a text message, lol. wow, i cover a lot of ground in text messages.

my boyfriends all know this.

i then texted recent ex & offered to take him out to dinner. very big of me considering i rarely forgive liars. (but then i seemingly have lied about NOT being friends with my exes, ooops.) he begged a rain check. i said fine. like it will ever rain. wait, i didn't say that. then. just now.

so that was my trip. ah. good to be home.

time to write to yahoo personals guy who has been waiting for me to return.

wait, it is raining. men. hallelujah.

tag, i'm it

Here's the rules...

1. Link to your tagger (Two Date Diva) and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I don't have 5 friends :( to share them with but I'll play.

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1. Five facts:

a. I hated to brush my teeth until I bought an electric toothbrush. But I still brush my teeth with my eyes closed.
b. I just started drinking beer during the World Series. Yes, THIS year!
c. I made out with a guy backstage at Carnegie Hall. In a little window that opens onto the stage...
d. I'm a real blonde.
e. I've been to 24% of the countries in the world.

i'm lovin' it

i have been honored to be selected by two-date diva to try out engagement chicken. apparently, it makes a guy think wifely thoughts.

my thoughts are these.

i'm rushing out to buy stock in purdue. and i don't mean chicken stock. apparently purdue has struck a deal with de beers diamonds. the firm will receive 5% kickback from the diamond king due to their heavy influence toward diamond sales.

here's my meal plan.

first, i will light a single lavendar candle. or is it vanilla? just to be safe, i'll light both. then i will spritz myself with pheremones in strategic places (similar to the placement of the lemon on the chicken). then i will prepare some shrimp as a whore-duerve, or however you spell that. cinnamon rolls and pumpkin pie will be prebaked but post-warmed for best results. just in case he misses the pumpkin concept, i'll put a big one on the table too.

the wedding march will be softly playing in the background, and the table-cloth will be a paisley pattern of marraige license applications.

so the guy doesn't notice all this, a football game (not the patriots. i need him to be engaged. ooops, freudian slip) will be playing on the far wall.

then i will serve the engagement chicken, bowing slightly to my future master, while my right boob shows slightly through my unbuttoned blouse. this is further to distract the guy from the fact that i've never cooked a chicken in my life. therefore, the chicken is actually frozen & spraypainted golden brown.

my hope is that either he will watch the football game or grab my boobs & we'll forget all about the food. after all, being so anesthetized by the aromatic & seductive fragrances which are guaranteed to stimulate his lustier side, he should have no need to eat to get turned on.

if my guy doesn't propose after this delightful meal, i will call up my ex, and even though he's a defense lawyer, i'll have him sue purdue, which is in fact behind the whole engagement chicken concept.

i do think that someone should be held liable for the failure of this lovely meal to produce desired results.

what about bob

ok, so this nice looking 44-yo guy wrote to me, we'll call him bob. i've written back. he's an electrical engineer & seems NORMAL.

i just spent a weekend skiing. mmmmmm. found out i'm a closet ski racer. i'm now coming out of the closet & shocking everyone on the hill. they didn't think i was a ski racer when they looked at me for .0005 seconds, but i really am. they figured that out if the .0005 seconds was a view of my back. or they had no view at all but the sky...

a ski weekend as a single fast skiier is interesting. i had one v. attached nice girl (to a hot, nice HELPFUL guy i must say) ask me "are you going out by yourself?" yes, maam, i am. to get first run. because if no one else wants to, i will. that's what you do when you're single. you do.

i finally found a guy at the end of the second day who snowboarded my speed. sadly he's engaged, but he wouldn't have dated me anyway. i've never seen guys who ski well date girls that do. there's something about great skiiers or snowboarders that makes them want to choose either beginners or non-skiiers. which actually works out great for me, because i can ski with them. which is fun until their SO finds out and demands that they not ski with me anymore. which has happened. nice. so if you can't ski, you can still bitch, i guess.

this weekend i tried to avoid the couples. and the single guys that just weren't helpful. now this really grates on my nerves. guys who aren't helpful. more on that later.

in fact, more on everything later.

i'm going to love my mickie d's right now.

bitchy sidewalks

i dread dating again. i have this thing that i have, which gives me a lot of chronic pain & inability to sleep well. especially with other people around. guys are all interested in dating me until they run up against this.

with my CEXB (cheater ex-b) he knew about it. he hated seeing me with ice-packs on. huh. he's becoming a nurse now. lol. poor patients. "dammit, you're not hurting, he'll tell them, just get up & go home. what's the matter with you." this said while he's pinching the nurse's assistant's butt.

then with my LEXB (liar ex-b) i didn't tell him about it. but then i couldn't sleep in late cuz i had to get up cuz i was uncomfortable & he bitched about that too.

i don't know what to do about this. neither strategy was particularly successful.

so i'm doing nothing. it's really draining to be with someone who is chronically feeling bad. even if they don't say anything, you can see it on their face. one of my GEXBs (good ex-bs) put up with it ok b/c he loved me. but clearly these guys aren't really capable of love. v. selfish.

sigh. it's hard to be me.

this is a sucky holidays so far. cold weather. alone. & i'm walking down the street & this christmas song is playing, something about the sounds of the city. city sidewalks. & my next thought was, yeah, the sounds of everyone getting shot.

what is this world coming too. then i compared my depressing thoughts to the excitement i used to have at christmas as a child. uhoh, i'm turning into my grandparents. or my mother. she didn't walk barefoot home in the snow, but she used to walk 5 miles one way to school. and back. and walk barefoot in the cow-pies. well, that was her choice really. she liked squishing her toes in them. cuz it was warm & gooey.

at 20 degrees i'm not sure i would mind either.

cave woman

ok, i caved.

i put back up a profile on a dating site. ooops. it was my altar ego that made me do it. (altar, get it?

do you get it now?

do you get it now?

)

we'll see what happens. or who happens.

the question with online dating is always, do you see what the dinosaur drags back, or go out & club the guy over the head yourself? or lay around half naked & hope he doesn't mistake you for dino-bait as he's running by on his way to the kill.

i am prehistoric in my attitudes & opinions. blame it on the rules. i'm trying to switch over more to the mama gena point of view, but i'm not sure she was invented yet in my she-cave-woman days.

blahgathon

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