...so all I will divuldge is that I met someone new :)
Well, I had met him before and had a feeling I should meet him again and boy was I right!
Cotes de Rhone, Sweedish, Four Seasons, oh what a night.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
When do I get famous?
Okay, so I've been blogging a while now and I've yet to receive any book deals or tv show pilots...what gives?
I guess I should get "out there" more to add some fuel to this fire. If anyone was interested, I'm debating whether or not to move out on my own. I am currently living rent free with my parents in a sick nasty and spacious apartment which includes free meals, laundry service, and daily motherly nagging. My other option is to rent a studio apartment for about $1,000/mo which includes less square footage than my bedroom currently, a kitchen where the drawers don't open fully due to lack of space between them and the refridgerator, a roof top pool deck, and independance. This is one sticky situation, and no amount of Excel spreadsheets or turns at the Magic 8 Ball can help me make this decision.
It really comes down to money vs. independance...can I really put a price on feeling like a real adult? I have to move out eventually, no one ever seems to have as much money as they'd like, and I could really benefit from pool access come tanning season. I've found a semi-reasonable gem of an apartment, and I don't want to let it go! If only the lease stipulated a handsome (single, straight, normal) next door neighbor I'd be sold...stay tuned for the outcome!
I guess I should get "out there" more to add some fuel to this fire. If anyone was interested, I'm debating whether or not to move out on my own. I am currently living rent free with my parents in a sick nasty and spacious apartment which includes free meals, laundry service, and daily motherly nagging. My other option is to rent a studio apartment for about $1,000/mo which includes less square footage than my bedroom currently, a kitchen where the drawers don't open fully due to lack of space between them and the refridgerator, a roof top pool deck, and independance. This is one sticky situation, and no amount of Excel spreadsheets or turns at the Magic 8 Ball can help me make this decision.
It really comes down to money vs. independance...can I really put a price on feeling like a real adult? I have to move out eventually, no one ever seems to have as much money as they'd like, and I could really benefit from pool access come tanning season. I've found a semi-reasonable gem of an apartment, and I don't want to let it go! If only the lease stipulated a handsome (single, straight, normal) next door neighbor I'd be sold...stay tuned for the outcome!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Keep on truckin'
As Michael Scott once said, "Oh how the turn tables..."
It seems as quickly as I had fallen for B#2, it was over. Yes, over. And to think, I - one who often preaches of the pertinence of patience - was cut short so fast by someone else. Well, this grasshopper is hopping on to greener pastures without B#2.
As I had predicted in my last post; the Valentines day curse did indeed serve to act as a major milestone in our yet-to-be-decided relationship. And not a forward moving one at all. After nothing more than a smiley face text message on the day whilst he was away visiting friends for the weekend, we had made plans to meet up the following Friday. Nothing special of course because his schedule is so very booked, but most likely a casual night with a happy ending. A phone call Friday during work proved that this situation we had going was not working out for him, that he felt guilty that he couldn't provide me with more attention, and that I deserved better.
He was right. I do deserve better. So, onward and upward. I do not like the idea of being alone, so the only other option is to keep on truckin'...Easier said than done, but keeping positive sounds better than moping. Here's to greener grasses!
It seems as quickly as I had fallen for B#2, it was over. Yes, over. And to think, I - one who often preaches of the pertinence of patience - was cut short so fast by someone else. Well, this grasshopper is hopping on to greener pastures without B#2.
As I had predicted in my last post; the Valentines day curse did indeed serve to act as a major milestone in our yet-to-be-decided relationship. And not a forward moving one at all. After nothing more than a smiley face text message on the day whilst he was away visiting friends for the weekend, we had made plans to meet up the following Friday. Nothing special of course because his schedule is so very booked, but most likely a casual night with a happy ending. A phone call Friday during work proved that this situation we had going was not working out for him, that he felt guilty that he couldn't provide me with more attention, and that I deserved better.
He was right. I do deserve better. So, onward and upward. I do not like the idea of being alone, so the only other option is to keep on truckin'...Easier said than done, but keeping positive sounds better than moping. Here's to greener grasses!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
To date or Not to date...
...that is the question I find myself trying to answer. Whilst in that awkward limbo stage before any kind of "exclusively dating each other" talk, but after I had a cute young man from the fun, hip bar ask me out to dinner.
On a night where my seemingly dating man was "too busy" to hangout, I went off with my single friends and curiously scored a quick number chatting to a handsome guy at the Soul Night bar event. Although I couldn't remember his face, nor his name for that matter; I accepted his invitation to meet him for dinner this upcoming Friday night. Partially because I was flattered, and partly because I haven't yet found the exact perfect timing to broach the exclusive subject with B#2. I figure as long as I'm still single, I might as well take advantage of other dating opportunity - that is in fact the purpose of my New Years resolution and blogging escapades.
To create more muddiness in my already foggy dating life, the lurching Valentines Day looms in the near future and I have no clue what B#2 is thinking about it/me in relation to said love-centered holiday. I went to his place to make him dinner last night, and his brother ended up joining us for what felt like a real adult family style dinner. After watching some television and blank reactions to the overload of flower/chocolate/cupid commercials, we routinely if not spectacularly executed our normal "sex-cuddle-me drive home" schpeel.
I have a feeling the next couples of days will prove to be an exciting and defining point in both my relationship with B#2 and my overall dating experiences. Stay tuned, wish me luck, and keep reading!
On a night where my seemingly dating man was "too busy" to hangout, I went off with my single friends and curiously scored a quick number chatting to a handsome guy at the Soul Night bar event. Although I couldn't remember his face, nor his name for that matter; I accepted his invitation to meet him for dinner this upcoming Friday night. Partially because I was flattered, and partly because I haven't yet found the exact perfect timing to broach the exclusive subject with B#2. I figure as long as I'm still single, I might as well take advantage of other dating opportunity - that is in fact the purpose of my New Years resolution and blogging escapades.
To create more muddiness in my already foggy dating life, the lurching Valentines Day looms in the near future and I have no clue what B#2 is thinking about it/me in relation to said love-centered holiday. I went to his place to make him dinner last night, and his brother ended up joining us for what felt like a real adult family style dinner. After watching some television and blank reactions to the overload of flower/chocolate/cupid commercials, we routinely if not spectacularly executed our normal "sex-cuddle-me drive home" schpeel.
I have a feeling the next couples of days will prove to be an exciting and defining point in both my relationship with B#2 and my overall dating experiences. Stay tuned, wish me luck, and keep reading!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
That was fast!
Well, seeing as I created this blog to keep track of all my many men, I am personally surprised at how quickly I went from too many to keep track of - to simply documenting the start of what could be a lasting relationship. I can't help but feel slightly like the protagonist in that indie flick - 500 Days of Summer...trying to enjoy the moment and not tick-tock counting days etc.
One way I attempted to live my own advice was playing the cool card when I went away on vacation this past weekend. I would be traveling for 5 days, over a weekend, and intented to maintain that distance in my communication with B#2. A sincere "have fun on your trip" text from him was all that sustained my thirst to call/text and tell him what I ate, which famous person I saw (not really any, but if you know me at all I constantly mistake people for other people and in Los Angeles you can only imagine how many "famous" people I saw), the cool ski jumps I so awesomely overcame etc...
Sitting at the airport Monday morning waiting for my return flight to board, I couldnt help but stare at my phone in anticipation waiting for him to welcome me home. My wish was granted upon my arrival at O'Hare waiting for my bags I returned his voicemail and we made plans to grab some dinner that very night. Plastic checkered table cloths and a quick salad later, my real wish came true back at his place post-dinner. Some deep conversation and tax advice later, I drove home with a smile on my face, glad to be back in Chicago and see that nothing really had changed.
One way I attempted to live my own advice was playing the cool card when I went away on vacation this past weekend. I would be traveling for 5 days, over a weekend, and intented to maintain that distance in my communication with B#2. A sincere "have fun on your trip" text from him was all that sustained my thirst to call/text and tell him what I ate, which famous person I saw (not really any, but if you know me at all I constantly mistake people for other people and in Los Angeles you can only imagine how many "famous" people I saw), the cool ski jumps I so awesomely overcame etc...
Sitting at the airport Monday morning waiting for my return flight to board, I couldnt help but stare at my phone in anticipation waiting for him to welcome me home. My wish was granted upon my arrival at O'Hare waiting for my bags I returned his voicemail and we made plans to grab some dinner that very night. Plastic checkered table cloths and a quick salad later, my real wish came true back at his place post-dinner. Some deep conversation and tax advice later, I drove home with a smile on my face, glad to be back in Chicago and see that nothing really had changed.
Monday, January 25, 2010
House calls
Bachelor #2
Busy busy week-
Sunday:
Went to the boat show, discovered it was closing early that day, decided to go for a scenic walk along the lake instead. After getting some sweet photographs and losing feeling in my ears, we decided to go see a movie. The Book of Eli, movie was okay, him lifting the armrest between us and cuddling me the whole time was better. Drove him home, took all my might to deny his request to come upstairs. No nookie, wanted to play hard to get/show myself (and him) that it wasn't all about the physical aspect. Settled for a quick kissing sesh outside his place instead.
Tuesday:
Booty call night, waited at my place until around 8:30 until he got off of class. Drove over, "watched a movie," laid around, I dragged myself out of his place to get home and get a real nights sleep for work the next morning.
Thursday:
Parents out of town, making the most of that opportunity I invited him over for "homemade" pizza and to watch the Office. Showed him how much better my bed is than his. He drove home around midnight to finish up some work for the next day, I immediately crashed asleep.
Saturday:
Went out with my friends for dinner + drinks, he was out all day boozing with his brother. Texted each other around 9, met up at his place around 11, watched a movie, fell asleep. Being the bad sleeper I am, combined with sleeping in a strange bed with a snorer and no ambien, I spent most of the night reading NYT articles on my iphone and going to the bathroom around 4 times. Waited until a decent hour (9am) to wake him up to share my dream about his waterfall shower. He showed me that it was even better in real life ;)...then made me choco chip banana pancakes and lazied it up for the rest of the morning. He had mounds of file work to do at his office so he drove me home around 10. Best morning ever.
Busy busy week-
Sunday:
Went to the boat show, discovered it was closing early that day, decided to go for a scenic walk along the lake instead. After getting some sweet photographs and losing feeling in my ears, we decided to go see a movie. The Book of Eli, movie was okay, him lifting the armrest between us and cuddling me the whole time was better. Drove him home, took all my might to deny his request to come upstairs. No nookie, wanted to play hard to get/show myself (and him) that it wasn't all about the physical aspect. Settled for a quick kissing sesh outside his place instead.
Tuesday:
Booty call night, waited at my place until around 8:30 until he got off of class. Drove over, "watched a movie," laid around, I dragged myself out of his place to get home and get a real nights sleep for work the next morning.
Thursday:
Parents out of town, making the most of that opportunity I invited him over for "homemade" pizza and to watch the Office. Showed him how much better my bed is than his. He drove home around midnight to finish up some work for the next day, I immediately crashed asleep.
Saturday:
Went out with my friends for dinner + drinks, he was out all day boozing with his brother. Texted each other around 9, met up at his place around 11, watched a movie, fell asleep. Being the bad sleeper I am, combined with sleeping in a strange bed with a snorer and no ambien, I spent most of the night reading NYT articles on my iphone and going to the bathroom around 4 times. Waited until a decent hour (9am) to wake him up to share my dream about his waterfall shower. He showed me that it was even better in real life ;)...then made me choco chip banana pancakes and lazied it up for the rest of the morning. He had mounds of file work to do at his office so he drove me home around 10. Best morning ever.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Bachelor #3
I was initially drawn to Bachelor #3 merely on looks, by far the most attractive bachelor yet. 24 years old, Engineer, from Southern Illinois he seemed to be the most standard Midwest boy one can imagine. We whipped thru the guided communication stages, a time where I was managing about 7 different possibilities and was not quite focused on any one match. With two first dates under my belt, my confidence level was nearing cocky by the time Bach#3 asked me out to meet for drinks.
This combination of forces was most likely the cause behind my reason for flaking on poor Bachelor #3 on the day we were supposed to meet up for some daytime German festival beers and sausages. I was hung over from partying with friends the night before, and figured we could easily reschedule for later in the week. In retrospect, this was a bad idea. Its never good to start off with a first impression of flakiness, and I think this had a lot to do with how things eventually unfolded with B#3. He seemed genuinely concerned about my health, which made me feel even worse for stretching the truth, and agreed to my suggested "rain date" to meet up at a later time.
Fast forward about two weeks, when we finally found a date that we were both available. I have an erking feeling that he was playing hard to get for the first week as a little payback for cancelling on him previously. The fact he works most Monday-Fridays in NYC didn't help the matter either. But so, we decided to meet a Wednesday evening for burgers and beers at a classic Chicago establishment. (Lets keep in the backs of our minds, this is the Wednesday following my great second date with Bachelor #2 who was still very much in the forefront of my mind)...
Date One:
I arrive in the small hole-in-the-wall classic Chicago burger joint looking for B#3 near the hostess stand. Tell the girl I'm meeting someone, and is quickly shooed towards the crowded bar area. I recognize him at once, by this my third first date I've found how helpful it is to have a quick cram/study session of the guy's eharmony page before. He looks just as cute as he did in his pictures, but right away I can sense an uncomfortable level of shyness. With an awkward hug he ushers me straight up to the hostess stand with no offer to grab a drink at the bar before dinner. Not that I needed it, but had figured this might quell the obvious tension both of us were now experiencing.
Things that went poorly during the duration of the date - he ordered a club sandwich on wheat (at the best burger place in the city), was so shy I had to carry the whole conversation, started to preach to me about being "so young, and how I should go to law school right away and stop wasting time," and the kicker - after picking up the tab I excused myself to the ladies room and upon my return to the table he was waiting for me at the hostess stand with my coat ready to bounce. Now, I realize that the date wasn't going ideally, he was too boring for me and he probably thought I was too crazy for him...but really? Bringing my coat to the door to end the date is low. I think now that he must have suffered from some sort of social disorder because a properly functioning social action does not pull that kind of move.
Post Date:
His end of evening text message thanked me for the evening and wished me the best of luck in law school. I thanked him for the burgers, and hoped he had a good week working in NYC. After ten days, and no further contact, I was seriously ready to completely write Bachelor #3 off due to lack of "hitting it off" and the shy factor. However, things were going a little shaky with Bachelor #2 (and as we know from previous posts B#1 was far and gone from the picture), so I sought to distract myself from the slump I was experiencing by texting B#3. No good; a quick polite text to and from him was sufficient enough to remind myself that I cannot force something that just isn't right. The end.
This combination of forces was most likely the cause behind my reason for flaking on poor Bachelor #3 on the day we were supposed to meet up for some daytime German festival beers and sausages. I was hung over from partying with friends the night before, and figured we could easily reschedule for later in the week. In retrospect, this was a bad idea. Its never good to start off with a first impression of flakiness, and I think this had a lot to do with how things eventually unfolded with B#3. He seemed genuinely concerned about my health, which made me feel even worse for stretching the truth, and agreed to my suggested "rain date" to meet up at a later time.
Fast forward about two weeks, when we finally found a date that we were both available. I have an erking feeling that he was playing hard to get for the first week as a little payback for cancelling on him previously. The fact he works most Monday-Fridays in NYC didn't help the matter either. But so, we decided to meet a Wednesday evening for burgers and beers at a classic Chicago establishment. (Lets keep in the backs of our minds, this is the Wednesday following my great second date with Bachelor #2 who was still very much in the forefront of my mind)...
Date One:
I arrive in the small hole-in-the-wall classic Chicago burger joint looking for B#3 near the hostess stand. Tell the girl I'm meeting someone, and is quickly shooed towards the crowded bar area. I recognize him at once, by this my third first date I've found how helpful it is to have a quick cram/study session of the guy's eharmony page before. He looks just as cute as he did in his pictures, but right away I can sense an uncomfortable level of shyness. With an awkward hug he ushers me straight up to the hostess stand with no offer to grab a drink at the bar before dinner. Not that I needed it, but had figured this might quell the obvious tension both of us were now experiencing.
Things that went poorly during the duration of the date - he ordered a club sandwich on wheat (at the best burger place in the city), was so shy I had to carry the whole conversation, started to preach to me about being "so young, and how I should go to law school right away and stop wasting time," and the kicker - after picking up the tab I excused myself to the ladies room and upon my return to the table he was waiting for me at the hostess stand with my coat ready to bounce. Now, I realize that the date wasn't going ideally, he was too boring for me and he probably thought I was too crazy for him...but really? Bringing my coat to the door to end the date is low. I think now that he must have suffered from some sort of social disorder because a properly functioning social action does not pull that kind of move.
Post Date:
His end of evening text message thanked me for the evening and wished me the best of luck in law school. I thanked him for the burgers, and hoped he had a good week working in NYC. After ten days, and no further contact, I was seriously ready to completely write Bachelor #3 off due to lack of "hitting it off" and the shy factor. However, things were going a little shaky with Bachelor #2 (and as we know from previous posts B#1 was far and gone from the picture), so I sought to distract myself from the slump I was experiencing by texting B#3. No good; a quick polite text to and from him was sufficient enough to remind myself that I cannot force something that just isn't right. The end.
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