A Post-Blog Guy Venting Session

It’s really crazy how a guy can make you feel so bad about yourself. I hate admitting the truth in that statement, but no matter how awesome, inside and out, I think I am, if a guy, especially one I really like, blows me off, all of that awesomeness can be swiftly broken down.

I’ve been really happy lately… truly happy. However, this past week I’ve been feeling really down on myself. This is because last Friday I had a very special date with a guy that I reallyyy liked. I think it would be better to start from the beginning…

Let’s call this guy AJ. AJ is a guy that I had met awhile back through a mutual friend. The first time AJ and I met we had this instant insane chemistry and attraction to one another. The only problem was that he had a girlfriend. Both of us were respectable and kept a fairly safe distance, although it was difficult to not be just a little touch-feely when we were around each other. Then he broke up with his girlfriend. Then we serendipitously ran into each other while he was standing on the wrong street corner to meet his friend. And then he called me (yes called, not texted) and asked me out on a date in the cutest way possible.

Sure, the date probably could have gone a bit better. I had just gotten off work for the week and was tired, I was bloated from Aunt Flo, I was pretty nervous (so was he), and I ended up getting too drunk. But even with allll that, the date was still better than most. Okay it was amazing. We had fun, we couldn’t physically control ourselves around each other, it was all very cute. The next day he texted me with a funny little message.

I think we all know where this is going… although I didn’t at the time. There was nothing. All week, nothing. I texted him a funny pic towards the end of the week and all I got back was very short, nothing answers. Nothing. There it is, the writing on the wall, the thing I, once again, did not expect to happen. And why would I, I’m off in fairy la la land, where sometimes things are too good to be false.

So it happened. But this isn’t about the guy, he is young and just broke up with a longtime girlfriend… and yes he should be out and having fun right now. No, this is about the fact that it killed my confidence for exactly one week, and how shitty that really is. It’s kinda sad when a great night turns into a blah week, but it happens. It may sound stupid… but if you’ve ever been there you know that feeling. And I think most of us have.

Hey, maybe it’s just the endorphins running on such a high that makes your normal levels feel like mass depression for a week after… like returning home from a really great trip.

This post certainly isn’t a how-to. I really just wrote it to vent. Honestly I wouldn’t know the first thing about turning that feeling off, besides to say to just not care. And at times you don’t care, it goes back and forth. But unfortunately, and fortunately, I’m one of those romantics who sometimes feels things too deeply. Now that I’m pretty much over it though, I really just think whatever, I’m fucking awesome and I know it.

The only advice I will give is to just try to remember that most of the time it really isn’t you. They just broke up with a girlfriend, or act like they’re two years old or whatever it is… Feel what you’re gonna feel, for a week. And then realize the real reason why this guy is unavailable, which probably has nothing to do with you, and then remember how fucking incredible you are. Because you are.

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Texters: The different kinds and the meanings behind them.

Ahhhh texting, one of life’s greatest pitfalls. Take texting away forever and I could care less… seriously, I hate texting. I am a writer, and a girl. This means that my texts range from anywhere between two sentences to two pages. Writing a four word text is what happens in hell… no wait, that’s receiving a four word text, which is constant. And that’s just dealing with choice of words, timing is a whole other story. I would like to mention that just now, as I type this, I just received a kind of cute text from a guy… I honestly have no idea what to say back. Damn my overactive brain!!! Oh, and I’m a cheeseball. That never comes across well via text. Wow, I just had a genius idea for an app, “what to say back to boys”… too bad I just gave that away to all you readers out there, and you’re welcome. Okay I sent a message back, and it actually wasn’t half bad… I had a mild stroke to squeeze it out of my brain but it was well worth it.

So, I’ve also been noticing for awhile now different patterns of guys text messages. I mean I know we’re all different, and everyone has their own way of doing things bla bla bla… but really when you think about it, guys are pretty similar in a lot of ways, especially when it comes to dating, and thus texting. The question is, what is the meaning behind the way he texts. Well, I thought it would be fun to call some of these texters out, and make an educated guess on what I believe is its meaning. So I present to you…

Texters: The different kinds and the meanings behind them.

Texter #1 – The Over-Texter: This is not very common. This is the guy that actually might text even more than you, holy shit! He is very into you, and may not send paragraphs like you, but will often send multiple texts at one time. One thought on this is that you may be in the friend zone. This might be alright, unless you’re in complete denial about it. I’d be a bit careful of this one also, because the guy may verge on creepy. I know I know, guys will probably look at that and think, oh, just because a guy likes you and texts you a lot – that makes him creepy? Sorry, but it kinda does…
He isn’t always a creep however. And the sad part about this texter is that if you decide to allow him to pursue you and then turn out to like him back, he can then just as easily transition into one of these other texters. Men!

Texter #2 – The Weekend Texter: This is the guy that only texts you on the weekends, usually to see what you are up to… and maybe even later in the night. Of course the obvious response to this is that it is a booty call! Well, yes, but it’s not so cut and dry. I had a perfect experience with a “Weekend Texter” recently, and got some answers about it from one of my best guy friends. So this “Weekend Texter” actually seemed to really like me and want to hang out, but of course would only text on the weekends. I would never meet up with him (not so into weekend texters), but he just kept right on texting, and even learned to text me earlier in the day at least. Finally one time I boldly texted him back that if he really wanted to hang out with me, he should make his life easier and just ask me out on a date. Well, he never asked me out on that date, but continued to “weekend text” me. So ridiculous!! So I told my friend about this, and he asked me if I’ve ever hooked up with him. Well I’ve never had sex with him, but one time we did hook up a little. “See?!” my guy friend says, “If you hooked up with him once, that means there’s a chance that you’ll hook up with him again, so he’s just trying to catch you on a night where maybe you’ll be a little drunk and will do it again!” I said that didn’t make sense. If he took me on a date then there would be a much greater chance of me hooking up with him. To this my friend responded, “Yeah, but he JUST wants to hook up with you.” Well I guess that says it all, and good luck to that guy cause it ain’t happening! 😉

Texter #3: The “Wait Two Hours Before Texting Back” Texter – I find this to be the most common of all male texters. Do I think that maybe some guys genuinely are too busy to respond to texts right away, and really just can’t? I’d say thats probably about 3.6% of them, 54% of the time. The rest are just being stupid, but think that they’re being really smart, and tactical. Boy are they wrong. We as women must learn to let this slide I think, but I really wish that I could just talk so much shit about it to the guys that do it. And the worst part is that then we’re like supposed to do it back or something? Like if we then text them back right away, then we are somehow too eager. I hate this part of texting, with a burning passion so deep that the devil’s ass crack is sitting on it.

The only reasoning I can think of for these guys is that they don’t want to come off as too eager, or maybe they don’t want to carry on a conversation for too long. Either way this is just playing games, which is really kind of pathetic. But, I had another, beautiful gay bestie put something into perspective for me about men last night, and it’s a great thought. All guys began as little boys, growing up trying to get the little girls and always being cut down by them. It was scary, and girls are still scary to guys for the most part. This is especially true if they are pretty girls. They don’t know what they’re doing, and so, 9 times out of 10, they just run away. I kind of love that thought in a way, and feel like it explains a lot… but I also think it kind of sucks. I think what most of us girls just want is a guy to be brave and tell us if they want us; be fearless.

Texter #4: The “Text-Only” Texter – Isn’t texting just easier in so many ways? I’m sure 99% of guys believe that, because that’s all they ever do. When a guy actually calls me at this point I am amazed, and totally smitten for it. I love a guy that can still talk on the phone. But that just doesn’t really happen anymore. This one time I tried calling a guy because, call me crazy, but I actually wanted to TALK to him. He texted me back that he had just come home from work and was exhausted. Too exhausted to talk, I mean talk?! That’s just cray. Needless to say I never spoke to him again after that, and he obviously wasn’t that into it. If a guy always texts you that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t truly like you, but I would maybe give him the talk test. If he picks up and talks to you, then maybe, just maybe he’s alright. But if he doesn’t pick up and then texts you back, definite red flag.

Texter #5: The Short Texter – No, this does not mean physically short… although, is it weird that I’m into short guys lately? I’m on this crazy Woody Allen kick! Anyhow, I think we all know what this means. This is something natural within men. Men are simplistic creatures living in a complex world… because women created it to be that way, and rule over the universe. So, there are lots of guys that send short texts. Maybe even one worders sometimes. Ugghh how did they ever get to be so smug, it drives me nuts! I would literally have to analyze the text for like four hours to be able to shorten it down to a couple words… ahhhh maybe that’s why guys take two hours to text back! Now we’re getting somewhere!

The nice part about these texters is that they may hate texting as much as you. But I don’t think this is anything to worry about too much, as long as the guy is still texting you back. And maybe even texting you first occasionally. What’s that text, “What’s Up?” Yeah, that’s the one. That is a hard one to judge. The funny thing would be if when you hang out with one of these “short” texters, they begin reciting Nietzsche or Thoreau… then I might be worried.

Texter #6: The “Emoticon” Texter – I personally love it when guys are manly enough to use emoticons. L-O-V-E love it!! Sure they might be gay, but you know, they could also just be straight and super cool. Just kidding guys, you use those emoticons… not gay attt alllll 😉

Oh, and this definitely means that the guy probably likes you. They may also be more in tune with their emotions. That would be a plus!

So, in conclusion, texting has become almost an art form these days… minus the creativity and deeper thought or meaning. I’m sure that there are many other forms of texters out there, but I wouldn’t worry too much about it. The truth is that if a guy really likes you then it really shouldn’t matter too much how, or what, or when, you text. And it won’t. The guy’s that I’ve ended up getting into relationships with, I can’t even remember how I was texting them. If the guy you like is one of these texters then it probably is a red flag. But you never know, maybe if you play that texting game well enough you will make that texting game player fall head over heels for you!

And if you want to play those texting games… food for thought: something my best friend taught me, the Word Count Rule: make sure to always text back a less amount of words than the text that you are responding to. Apparently that works. This may entail a lot of word counting, but come on, it’s just first grade math.

As they say in “Wayne’s World”: Game On!!

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The Brit

Don’t you just love it when amazing things happen? When every once in awhile you have one of those situations that make you be like… Oh yeah, that’s what happiness feels like. Well, I’ve been having quite a few great moments this past week. I’d be lying if I said that meditation had nothing to do with it. I’m not an advocate or anything, but if you have the smallest inkling to try meditation out, do some research and try it… your life will probably be transformed. Maybe it also has to do with the fact that I quit my job last week, the job that was making my life miserable; I was so unhappy (those of you with a horrible boss know what I’m talking about!). As soon as I quit it felt as though a 1,000 pound rock had been lifted from my shoulders. And, I’ve had this incredible surge of luck recently… from winning concert tickets on the radio to having a butterfly hang out on my finger, it’s kind of crazy the things that have been happening (knock on wood). So, I guess what happened next shouldn’t have come as a surprise to any one of us,

I went out to Agoura Hills (the very small town I’m from) on Saturday night for a wonderful friend’s going away party. Throughout the night I had wanted to meet someone, but everyone seemed much younger than me and towards the end of the night I remember giving up that thought. I decided to just enjoy my friends’ company. That’s when I saw one of my (married) friend’s talking to a verrryyyy cute guy across the room. A force of energy literally took over my body and pushed me over to where they were. I introduced myself, and I was seriously like out of character smooth. Ha! He turned out to be a very sweet, and devilishly handsome, young Brit. His accent was unreal. We talked the rest of the night, which wasn’t very long, and he politely asked for my number when I was leaving. We began texting that night and it lasted through the next day.

So, about those concert tickets I won on the radio. Well, the person I had initially invited dropped out last minute, and I was trying to find someone to go with me on short notice (this all happened yesterday fyi). I had literally invited about six people and ALL of them couldn’t go for one reason or another… and this was for an amazing show!! Well over lunch I was telling my mom about the British guy I met, and she suggested that I invite him. “But mommm,” I said, “I just met him last night!!” But then I thought, why not just go for it, so I awkwardly sent him a text… and he said YES! After it was all settled it occurred to me how truly odd it was that not a single person before could go to the show, and how maybe it was really meant to be.

Well, I’d say it was. It was kind of the best night ever. This event was called Edward Sharpe’s Big Top, and not only was Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros playing, but there were circus acts, puppeteers, other fantastic musicians, with a vibe truly of an old world traveling carnival/circus. It was unique, there was moonshine, and amazingly positive vibes. It was just so much fun… and the brit was soaking it all in and loving every minute of it. He was the perfect person to bring.

As we drove home playing a game where he would tell me cockney (British) slang and I would have to guess what it meant, I couldn’t help but notice how absolutely adorable he was (so he’s five years younger than me, I mean we are talking about me here, so that’s actually not too bad). When he pulled in front of my house, neither of us wanted to part. He finally leaned in to kiss me, and it was one of the best kisses (and one of the longest!) I’ve ever had. The whole night couldn’t have been too far from perfection. I couldn’t feel more blessed and grateful for having one of those magical nights.

The reason why I really wanted to share this story was not to brag about making out with a hot British man, I promise you (although dude… it was goood). It was because I learned a valuable lesson that I hoped might catch on to a few others. I learned that when you truly take a risk and open yourself up, if even just a little bit, then magical things can happen. You can pretty much bet that the universe will reward you for taking that jump… and you NEVER know what can happen. Before I asked the Brit to the concert, I was feeling really deflated thinking that I wasn’t going to find anyone to go with me to the show. Sometimes it’s at the darkest moments when you think, what have I got to lose? And now, looking back, it’s easy to see that my biggest disappointment of having no one to go with me was in fact the Universe’s secret plan… if only I took the risk and asked the Brit. And I did. I can’t even imagine how things would be if I hadn’t done it.

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Story Time Children: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Disclaimer: If you are in fact a child, you should not be reading this.

I have been PMS’ing these past couple of days (haha sorry dudes!!), so naturally I’ve been feeling nostalgic. I’ve been having all of these dreams and thoughts about people from my past, parties from many moons ago, and men that have come in and out of my life. Wait, switch that, I mean boys, not men.

So, with all of this nostalgia running through my veins, I thought that I would share with you, dear readers, one of the worst and one of the best dates that I’ve ever had in my life. Let’s start with the worst… and save “the best” for last.

One of the worst dates I’ve ever had was with a Doctor. You would naturally think that dating a doctor would be one of the best moves of any girl’s dating career, and excited I was, as it was my first doctor ever. The only one more excited than me for this date was my mother, of course. This was actually already kind of our second date. The first time we hung out, after meeting at a bar, was just for drinks and it went very well. He was extremely handsome, drove a very nice car, and was actually older than me!! That’s right, older than me (those of you reading this that actually know me will not believe that, and I accept that).

So, once again, I was excited to have this second date with the doctor. So, he picks me up… everything seems great, and we head out to the restaurant. Sushi is on the menu, which I find, like most people, to be a sexy kind of food to eat… and I was ready to feel sexy. By the time we got to the restaurant the doctor had begun sweating, kind of profusely, but I let that slide. We were seated right away at the restaurant, and then immediately following, the doctor excused himself to the restroom. Okay, that’s normal. But what wasn’t so normal was that he then spent probably, oh, the next fifteen or so minutes in there. I think the waiter came to our table twice during that time, and I really didn’t know what to say.

When he finally returned to the table he was sweating even more than before… like his face was pretty red and sweat was glistening off of it. I tried to conceal my expression, which was probably a mixture between confusion and horror. Obviously I didn’t conceal it too well, because he then felt the need to explain to me exactly what was going on with his body… in great detail. Apparently as soon as he turned 30 (and that’s why I don’t date older guys ;p) he began to have very strange bowel movement problems that had really been affecting his stomach, and thus his dates, he revealed to me. Now this guy was a doctor, so he then felt the need to get all scientific about it, and actually explain in great detail what was going on inside his body. I seriously wanted to throw up at this point, and we hadn’t even eaten. Both of us had a hard time eating that night: him because of his “bowel movement problems” and me because of having to listen to him talk about it.

I actually felt sorry for the guy though (I mean that really sucks), and have been accused of being overly nice, so I didn’t show him how disgusted I felt. I went along with it as much as I could and even played it off like it wasn’t a big deal. I think really, for me, it was the sweating that really got to me. The craziest part was that after all of that, dropping me off at the end of the night, HE ACTUALLY TRIED TO KISS ME!! I let him peck me, which was not easy, and I think I then pretty much slammed the door in his face. I think he got the point.

I know what you’re thinking, poooor doctor… but poor me!! That was supposed to be like a totally cool, marriage material doctor for me to rub in people’s faces. Oh well… and I haven’t dated a doctor since, go figure!

To calm your now probably repulsed nerves, I will tell you about a great date I once had. And it did also involve sushi.

There was a guy that I had had a hugeee crush on forever. I thought he was such a heartthrob, but he had dated this girl I knew for a long time, so I could only admire him from afar. Whenever we would see each other though, we would get along really well, and the night would usually end with him teaching me how to beatbox. Well they broke up, and I didn’t see him for a long time… that is until one of us found the other on facebook (maybe it was even still MySpace at that time… yeah I just said MySpace!!).

We began talking and we exchanged numbers. Right off the bat he was texting me things about how he had these very strong feelings for me for some reason. He just had this “feeling”. This was really exciting to me as I’d never had a guy be so forward with me, especially one that I was so unbelievably attracted to. He asked me to come out (okay, he didn’t have a car waa waaaa) to see him that night and go to Sushi with him. I couldn’t refuse. I was schvitzing by the time I got out to see him… butterflies were swirling all around inside my stomach. But when I saw him it was all so comfortable. We had a great dinner and conversation, as if we’d done it a million times. It just really felt right.

After dinner he said that we should take a drive down to the beach, and who was I to argue. I liked that he was a guy that took charge and made decisions! He also wanted to drive… okay! As we were driving through the canyon down to the beach, he suddenly looked over at me and told me to kiss him. I said, “You want me to kiss you right now while you’re driving?!” He puckered his lips. We shared our first kiss then. It was funny, but pretty great.

At the beach it was beautiful, and dark, and cold. We grabbed a blanket and headed down closer to the water. We talked a lot walking around, and then finally laid our blanket down and started making out. It was something I had wanted for so long, and it was sooo good. So basically we ended up doing it right there on the beach. HA! I was totally not myself that night!! But he really brought that side out of me.

We ended up dating for a year after that, and I shared many firsts with him. The person that he ended up becoming is a whole other, and much more sad, story… but I will always have that perfect first date. 🙂 ❤

Wow, now I’m feeling REALLY nostalgic.

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“Acting Demure” or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

I’ve always wanted to reference Dr. Strangelove in one of my titles, and now that I have, I can move on with my life…

I would like to now tell you that my brain is a jumbled mess right now. I keep hearing all of these different tips about dating and how women should act when trying to attract the opposite sex… are things really so cut and dry? Like, just follow these simple little rules and you will meet the man of your dreams? I know that men are very simple creatures (sorry guys, although most will probably look at that as a compliment), so maybe there is something to these rules. But I for one, am much more complex, and I think I am far too complex of a person for these rules. According to one of these books that means that I am undateable and will never find a suitable mate. Well, I already knew that I was undateable, but I guess I was just kind of hoping that I could find someone as weird as me, so that we could be weirdos together and have this awesomely goofy life… I think something like that wouldn’t come from a book anyways.

But, why the hell not humor ourselves by discussing some of these rules that I have been hearing, because although I may not be able to follow most of them, apparently if you do you can get like any guy you want… pretty awesome!

I recently came across a very interesting and hysterical dating blog about a woman who found this book from 1995 called, “The Rules”(http://ifollowedtherules.wordpress.com/category/rule-1/). This book has mapped out the very strict and specific guidelines that you MUST adhere to if you want to “catch the guy”. Now, first of all, let’s not jump to conclusions on me being THAT undateable… trust me, I get guys, plenty of them. In fact, I mostly think that me being far too picky is what keeps me single for the most part. Well, that and being super shy. Ask any of my friends and they’ll tell you that I’m the least shy, and most social, person they know. But there’s just something that changes me into this shy, and dare I say frightened, little bunny when put around desirable males. That shell needs to be popped right open! However, when I do find a guy that I am comfortable with, then it’s typically a good sign. Okay, breaking off of that tangent, apparently being shy is not such a bad thing. Oh wait, did I say shy? No no, I meant to say “demure”. Oh yeah, demure… that basically sounds like being shy, but it’s like the fancy version of being shy… I’m not too fancy. To get specific with these first set of rules, here they are exactly:

In order to get a guy, you must be “A Creature Unlike Any Other”… okay, I think I can fuck with that… way to be demure right there…

I MUST:

1. Be demure

2. Pretend I’m a Movie Star

3. Build Myself Up with Slogans like, “I am a beautiful woman. I am enough.”

4. Be mysterious

Now, I may be shy at times, but I am just none of these things!! My friend had a good point with this stuff when I told her about it. She said, “So, you act like these things to get the guy and then you go out with him and show him your true self, and then he’s like who is this loud and crazy person?!” That does seem to pose some problems? I was going to try an experiment trying to put these rules to use, but then I realized that I’m not sure if I CAN even act like this haha. I strongly encourage any of you to try these things out though, and best of luck to you! I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, experiments are the BEST!!

I was next given advice by one of my friends who was told this by another friend of hers. Her friend had told her that when she is in any location where she is trying to attract a guy, she mentally and physically “leads” with her womb. I assume this means to kind of envision yourself doing this, like sourcing your energy towards that lower nether region. Supposedly this energy is all the rage with the guys. She was on a date with this really hot guy and things were going well, but he wasn’t making any moves. Then she remembered, oh yeah, that thing about leading with your womb. And she said that as soon as she did it, suddenly he was all like, “I don’t know why, but I want to kiss you so bad right now!” Obviously she was like Yeah! I think this one is easy enough for even ME to try out!! It’s kinda funny, but hey, I am all about energy sourcing.

This last one is for both guys and girls, and taken from a phenomenally awesome independent film made in 2000 titled, “The Tao of Steve”. “The Tao of Steve” is a list of exercises that is an infallible and surefire way to get a guy/girl to like you. This movie was originally introduced to me by my best guy friend, who to say used to be a player, would be putting it mildly. He is now settled down with a very lovely and intelligent girlfriend, so kudos to him. But when he introduced me to this film, I was mesmerized… this even seemed like something I could maybe do, because it leads from intellect… and I think I have some of that, woohoo!! (Disclaimer: emphasis on the SOME there). So here is the way to play the game, and keep in mind, this is a step by step process, so you do one after the other:

1.  The first thing you do after targeting your potential soulmate, is to be absolutely and completely desireless towards them. Act like you have zero urge to be with them physically.So #1: Be desireless.

2. Show excellence in their presence. This happens after you’ve shown them that you are desireless towards them. And it can be anything from showing your skills at pool, to revealing your philosophical side, to showcasing your panache for cooking, or even how well you play with puppies and kittens. See I like this one, because it actually helps to have a personality (I have this new theory about how a lot of guys like girls with no personality or sense of humor… but more on that later).

3. Retreat. So, just when they think they’re getting to know this amazingly talented person that has zero desire towards them, you disappear all of a sudden, make haste, don’t call or write. You retreat damn’t! So that when you finally do pop back up, they certainly don’t want to lose this amazingly talented person again, and hold on for dear life.

And that’s it… that’s all the advice I have to give. I love the Tao of Steve one, but there’s one problem in that for me, and that’s number 1… I have way too much desire damn it!! I can’t be desireless, I wouldn’t even know how to begin to not have desire!!! But I want it to work, and if, and that is one big IF, I can actually find some dudes to put these awesome tips to use… you know I’m gonna! Starting with the “leading with your womb” one, cause we all know it’s the easiest. 😉

So, I currently have zero guys in my life, which equals zero attachments. I’m free as a bird, and I have to say it feels pretty good (aside from when I get that certain urge “down there”, I’m talking about being horny!)… but I’d rather be alone than with someone that doesn’t appreciate me for the little weirdo that I am. And you never know when that can change in a heartbeat… or more like a flutter of heartbeats. And when I do find him, I’m gonna date him so hard. 🙂

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Trying Something New…

How I feel in one word when I think of online dating sites: discouraged. I don’t mean to sound pessimistic… really, that’s not me at all! But eternal optimist and all, I go on them, and I would rather choke on spicy rice that ends up in my nasal cavity (that’s happened to me before and believe me, you don’t want that, it’s what happens in hell).

I just went on this one dating website, “How About We…”. This is supposed to be a “cool” website, like the one all the hipsters go on or something. Let me just tell you, I could literally not find A SINGLE guy that I liked on there. I know that I’m picky, but come on! I didn’t think I was THAT picky… and shouldn’t you be really picky when attempting to find the person that you would like to spend the rest of your life with. See, that is my problem! The pickiness factor, high standards, which is why I’m fairly positive that online dating is not for me. I mean, are you going to see a celebrity on an online dating site… yeah, and so what if I’m holding out for someone I would like to see acknowledged in the public eye :p

Once again, however, and forever the eternal optimist, I also happened to take a little peek on JDate recently… you know, being a Jew and all. The crazy part was, I saw more cute guys (that also sounded cool) on that website than any other! Was my sentimental Jew side getting the best of me?? I don’t know, maybe, but I thought why not try this one out. Oh because it costs money, that’s why. If I’m not even typically willing to try the free websites, there is no way in hell I’m paying to use one! However, I do know of two Jewish parents who would love nothing more than to see their only daughter end up with a Jewish guy, and would probably do almost anything to make that happen, least of all pay a little money for her to join JDate…

Okay, got both parents, and damn that was easy!… sheesh wish everything was that easy, new laptop perhaps, trip to Mexico?? Okay, onward and upward as I often like to say… let’s see where this thing takes us. I just hope I find at least ONE guy to go on a date with. If I don’t I’ll probably get yelled at by my dad for wasting his money. Thanks again pops!

 

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Drinks with An Actor (…and why it never happened)

Living in L.A. (born and raised) I make it a point to NOT date actors. Okay, sure if any celebrity actor wanted to take me out, I would probably not say no… okay, or if the guy was super hot. Well, this guy is pretty cute, some girls would probably say that he is hot, but he’s a little metro for me (I’m thinking that this is also a quality of actors? haha). Anyways, he wouldn’t let getting a drink go, so finally I relented.

It’s already not starting well however, for many reasons. Reason #1- I’m pretty sure that he has a girlfriend. Guys with girlfriends trying to hang out with me on a “more than just friends” level is no bueno with me! I mean, I am the type of girl where I will not only reject you if you have a girlfriend, but I will actually chastise you with your manhood and make you wish you’d never gone out with me in the first place! So we’ll see about that one muah-ha-ha… Reason #2- He wants to get drinks. I’m 29 years-young, and I am at that point in my life where I want to be taken out on proper dates dammit! Is that really too much to ask for?? Drinks?? Really? Okay, well fine, we can get drinks, but don’t think you are getting ANY sort of action with drinks. (Disclaimer: If I was really attracted to a guy, he would probably get some action with drinks) Reason #3- His texts are really annoying. He has said the phrases to me, “aren’t you too cool for school” and “thanks for fitting me in Ms. Popular”. Both of those things are HUGE turn-offs, am I right?? It made me feel all icky and weird inside when I read it…

Okay, so obviously at this point I’m thinking that this is purely a “friendly” drinks meet up… and in no way, shape, or form is it anything more. He is really sweet, so I’m thinking, maybe he is just secretly gay and then he can be my new bff. But then he texts me a few hours before we were supposed to meet (at the point where I was already thinking of excuses to cancel) and tells me that an audition just came up and he can’t make it. I said no worries at all, and that we would reschedule. I knew at that moment that I would never be getting drinks with him, I was magically let off the hook, and that was a sign.

But the texts wouldn’t stop. I realized that what was really eating away at me was the girlfriend thing, so finally I just called him out. I asked him if he still had a girlfriend, saying that’s what was really bothering me. He told me that things were “cooling off” between them but that they were still in contact. And then in the next sentence he states that, “but he is still fully available”. What?! The guy just completely contradicted himself, they’re merely cooling off, still in contact, and he’s fully available?! Does he even realize how this looks to me?? Apparently not, because he continues with his texts…

I really tried to be nice about me not being interested, telling him that we are obviously in two different places at the moment (read: so stop texting me and get the point!), but he couldn’t let it go. Then he sent me SEVEN text messages in a row with me not responding. I finally told him, sorry but drinks are still a no. I am way too nice! He asked why, and I appreciated him actually being curious. I had just wanted to know why the last guy I went on a date with all of a sudden stopped calling me, but he was too much of a coward to even talk to me, so I wasn’t going to be a hypocrite. I sent him a long text telling him why I wasn’t interested, with the most sincere honesty. He responds with: “I just figured you weren’t attracted to me :/” That’s all he cared about?! This guy really is an actor!!!

Our conversation ended with him telling me that he was going to give me a month, so that he can prove to me that he is fully available, and then if I’m still single he’ll take me out.

So I have a month to find a boyfriend. 😉

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