Spring has definitely sprung...walks are starting to have that slight bounce in their steps, goofy grins are popping up all over the place and people are becoming twitterpainted. And in light of all of this, friends of mine and myself are not immune to this natural reaction of the seasons.
I went for lunch today with a bestie. The last time I will see her in about 2 weeks. She is headed off tomorrow with her new bf, on a one week vacation to meet his family. She is super stoked, and having met the gentleman in question, I have no real objections save one: they are driving to their vacation destination. My personal preference is to fly where I need to go if the drive would be longer than 3 hours and that includes one required pit stop that has clean running water. The rational behind this preference is simple: I can barely entertain myself for a 3 hour drive, so why would I force someone who happens to be in the same cramped/confined space to do it for me.
This bestie though has not only had some of the koolaide with regards to this new relationship of hers, but I am pretty sure she went to the manufacturing plant, and picked more up in bulk. She has been seeing this new guy of hers for 2 months. The family on her side has already been met, and by this time next week family on his side will have been met too. They are inseparable. Keys have been exchanged to each others homes. They have been open with each other regarding past relationships and how they might impact the one that now have together. Since their first date, they have not been apart aside from being at work. And for them, this technique of dating is working.
This is an entirely foreign concept on dating for me. May be it is because I have been largely unsuccessful in the dating world, that I prefer to take things slowly. "Everything is better with a lil bit of time" has been my mantra of late. Yes, in certain aspects I can admit to moving slower than a turtle walking and in others I moved at light speed.
The main contention that I have been dealing with has been an internal one. Cross my fingers, hope for the best and jump OR keep things light, whimsicle and become the namby pamby of my nightmares and hide at the speculation that I could be hurt.
At this point it is pretty cut and dry. Its time to jump.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Single + Valentines Day
I have been single for well over a year now...minus the short time I was off the market with the lovely gent from Ontario. It has been a roller coaster for sure. Trying to figure out who I am again as a singluar person and fully detatching myself from habits that I unfortunately acquired from my last relationship.
I have had a ton of fun though! Reconnecting with friends and becoming closer with those around me. I have learned to adapt and overcome just about any crazy situation that I have found myself in.
Which brings me to the next issue at hand: Valentines Day.
For singles, this is the next biggest holiday/event on the calendar that usually sends us into a darkend corner, shaking like a leaf and pulling our hair out one by one, kinda like Gomer Pile in Full Metal Jacket.
May be it is because I lack the ability to recognize emotions in other humans the majority of times, but I honestly do not understand the fuss, and subsequent mess this day commonly creates.
Urban Dictionary defines Valentines Day as a day to make lonely people depressed and loved people possessed...another day to feel like sh*t because your single...a day to celebrate Saint Valentine and my personal favorite, the reason so many people are born in November.
Apparently being single on Valentines Day is horrific, not ever having celebrated the holiday (yes, even when I was in a relationship, long story). But having done a search on Google for "single + valentines day" more than 82.5 million hits came up on how to 'survive the day'.
With that many survival tips, is it really that bad being single on VDay?
Apparently it is. I have had 2 people of the masculine variation of our species (ones that I am not dating, nor had designs to date either), literally freak out like bats in a belfry over the simple fact that I have plans already for tomorrow night, and it involves a 3 hour training session with my team. It's not that I am adverse to the idea of flowers, a nice dinner and company (chocolates are a no no...super allergic, another long story). My actions/motivations are pretty transparent though: tomorrow is Tuesday. I have practices on Tuesday's and Friday's. I wasn't told that I have tomorrow off, so I attend. *shoulder shrug and hands wiped clean*
It is incredibly distressing to me that so many people build this day up. Incredibly high expecations are set, and if one minor detail is forgotten, or a preset notion of legal tender is not applied, the whole world is set to ruin. I would rather be shown every single day that someone cares. To have flowers randomly show up at my office, just cause. To be swept away on a weekend holiday spur of the moment, and I don't even have to leave town for this. To get a random text message from someone saying that they are thinking of me while they are out of town. To have someone show up at a race, to see me cross the finish line and to provide that all important hug (see post entitled The Runners Hug).
I guess it boils down to this: I don't expect anything of anyone on Valentines Day. The standard of treatment that the greeting card companies promote on Valentines Day is the way I expect to be addressed everyday and money need not be spent to accomplish this. I will not settle for anything less.
High maintenance? May be. But then, this could be why I am single on Valentines Day. Guess I better take a look at some of those 82.5 million survival tips.
I have had a ton of fun though! Reconnecting with friends and becoming closer with those around me. I have learned to adapt and overcome just about any crazy situation that I have found myself in.
Which brings me to the next issue at hand: Valentines Day.
For singles, this is the next biggest holiday/event on the calendar that usually sends us into a darkend corner, shaking like a leaf and pulling our hair out one by one, kinda like Gomer Pile in Full Metal Jacket.
May be it is because I lack the ability to recognize emotions in other humans the majority of times, but I honestly do not understand the fuss, and subsequent mess this day commonly creates.
Urban Dictionary defines Valentines Day as a day to make lonely people depressed and loved people possessed...another day to feel like sh*t because your single...a day to celebrate Saint Valentine and my personal favorite, the reason so many people are born in November.
Apparently being single on Valentines Day is horrific, not ever having celebrated the holiday (yes, even when I was in a relationship, long story). But having done a search on Google for "single + valentines day" more than 82.5 million hits came up on how to 'survive the day'.
With that many survival tips, is it really that bad being single on VDay?
Apparently it is. I have had 2 people of the masculine variation of our species (ones that I am not dating, nor had designs to date either), literally freak out like bats in a belfry over the simple fact that I have plans already for tomorrow night, and it involves a 3 hour training session with my team. It's not that I am adverse to the idea of flowers, a nice dinner and company (chocolates are a no no...super allergic, another long story). My actions/motivations are pretty transparent though: tomorrow is Tuesday. I have practices on Tuesday's and Friday's. I wasn't told that I have tomorrow off, so I attend. *shoulder shrug and hands wiped clean*
It is incredibly distressing to me that so many people build this day up. Incredibly high expecations are set, and if one minor detail is forgotten, or a preset notion of legal tender is not applied, the whole world is set to ruin. I would rather be shown every single day that someone cares. To have flowers randomly show up at my office, just cause. To be swept away on a weekend holiday spur of the moment, and I don't even have to leave town for this. To get a random text message from someone saying that they are thinking of me while they are out of town. To have someone show up at a race, to see me cross the finish line and to provide that all important hug (see post entitled The Runners Hug).
I guess it boils down to this: I don't expect anything of anyone on Valentines Day. The standard of treatment that the greeting card companies promote on Valentines Day is the way I expect to be addressed everyday and money need not be spent to accomplish this. I will not settle for anything less.
High maintenance? May be. But then, this could be why I am single on Valentines Day. Guess I better take a look at some of those 82.5 million survival tips.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Your Ex vs. The Crazy Stick
You met. You went out. You started seeing each other. You made it exclusive. You dated for "X" amount of time. You noticed that something wasn't exactly right. You tried to work on things. You noticed that things were still not exactly right. You ended the relationship. Enter the crazy stick.
Sometimes, people for which ever reason just have a hard time letting go. We have all been there...some worse than others.
I mentioned in an earlier post that there had been a large amount of drama in my life and my friends lives lately and fortunately enough for you dear reader is, that it has a very funny telling!
A number of weeks ago *Marigold was hit by the 'ginger fever', to which she was quite taken with a gentleman with red hair. He is hot, like Prince Harry hot apparently. They went out a number of times, and things are going altogether well evidently. Then, THE night was upon them. They started making out on his couch after a concerted attempt at watching movies. Things quickly progressed and after some articles of clothing were removed, they relocated into his bedroom. More articles of clothing were removed. A quick conversation ensued to see if this is where they wanted things to progress to. It was, and all systems were a go. Out comes the condom.
Now I have to back up the story here slightly. This ginger Prince Harry look-a-like lives on the main floor, of a gated condo complex from what I was told. To which, the shortest gate is 9.5 feet tall.
Just as things were going to be consummated, there was this incredible banging at the exterior bedroom window, followed by a high pitched screeching. The Prince Harry look-a-likes ex girlfriend had scaled the 9.5 foot fence in order to gain access to his ground floor patio, and was now having a dramatic display in minus 40 degree weather. She had obviously been struck repeatedly with the crazy stick. From what the Prince Harry look-a-like told Marigold, he had broken off that particular relationship more than a year ago, but over the last 5 months the ex had taken to the notion that they were going to get back together and had escalated her crazy-ish behavior.
To compound the situation, Prince Harry l.a.l. leaves Marigold in the bedroom, to not only deal with the crazy ex, but to allow her into his home. To which, he persuades her to leave and come back within the hour so that they could "talk". Marigold listening to this in the bedroom, couldn't believe her ears...he was not only enabling the behavior, but because the crazy lady was coming back, she knew that she had to make a quick exit. Passed over in favor of the crazy one. F*ck her life was all she could think...and then she called me on the way home and we had a fantastic laugh about it! Interestingly enough, Marigold is still seeing this Prince Harry look-a-like. Its nothing serious, but the ex has not made a reappearance much to her delight!
Now, not all ex's turn stalker. A good portion do to some scale though. Text messages, phone calls, emails, social media check ups, the random show up here you just happen to be, flowers and then the old fashioned begging and pleading.
I am going to cut some of these ex's some slack here. A lot of the time, mixed messages/signals are given to them that would lead them to believe that things could be different (please see post addressing that very thing). Having been in that very situation last year myself, I can see both sides. Not that I went crazy, but I was lead to believe that I could have a relationship back.
Currently scientists have not fully mapped the genetic code nor the brain. So, there is no way to definitively predict if someone will go crazy due solely to their genetic makeup. But, if your the one doing the breaking up, please, help a crazy out. Don't call. Don't text. Don't email. Just leave the person be to heal on their own. Do not try to be overly kind, or sympathetic. No mixed messages/signals. Cold turkey baby.
Now, simply cross your fingers and hope that the crazy stick is simply too busy beating another person ex and not yours!
*Marigold is a real person and is NOT me...honest.
Sometimes, people for which ever reason just have a hard time letting go. We have all been there...some worse than others.
I mentioned in an earlier post that there had been a large amount of drama in my life and my friends lives lately and fortunately enough for you dear reader is, that it has a very funny telling!
A number of weeks ago *Marigold was hit by the 'ginger fever', to which she was quite taken with a gentleman with red hair. He is hot, like Prince Harry hot apparently. They went out a number of times, and things are going altogether well evidently. Then, THE night was upon them. They started making out on his couch after a concerted attempt at watching movies. Things quickly progressed and after some articles of clothing were removed, they relocated into his bedroom. More articles of clothing were removed. A quick conversation ensued to see if this is where they wanted things to progress to. It was, and all systems were a go. Out comes the condom.
Now I have to back up the story here slightly. This ginger Prince Harry look-a-like lives on the main floor, of a gated condo complex from what I was told. To which, the shortest gate is 9.5 feet tall.
Just as things were going to be consummated, there was this incredible banging at the exterior bedroom window, followed by a high pitched screeching. The Prince Harry look-a-likes ex girlfriend had scaled the 9.5 foot fence in order to gain access to his ground floor patio, and was now having a dramatic display in minus 40 degree weather. She had obviously been struck repeatedly with the crazy stick. From what the Prince Harry look-a-like told Marigold, he had broken off that particular relationship more than a year ago, but over the last 5 months the ex had taken to the notion that they were going to get back together and had escalated her crazy-ish behavior.
To compound the situation, Prince Harry l.a.l. leaves Marigold in the bedroom, to not only deal with the crazy ex, but to allow her into his home. To which, he persuades her to leave and come back within the hour so that they could "talk". Marigold listening to this in the bedroom, couldn't believe her ears...he was not only enabling the behavior, but because the crazy lady was coming back, she knew that she had to make a quick exit. Passed over in favor of the crazy one. F*ck her life was all she could think...and then she called me on the way home and we had a fantastic laugh about it! Interestingly enough, Marigold is still seeing this Prince Harry look-a-like. Its nothing serious, but the ex has not made a reappearance much to her delight!
Now, not all ex's turn stalker. A good portion do to some scale though. Text messages, phone calls, emails, social media check ups, the random show up here you just happen to be, flowers and then the old fashioned begging and pleading.
I am going to cut some of these ex's some slack here. A lot of the time, mixed messages/signals are given to them that would lead them to believe that things could be different (please see post addressing that very thing). Having been in that very situation last year myself, I can see both sides. Not that I went crazy, but I was lead to believe that I could have a relationship back.
Currently scientists have not fully mapped the genetic code nor the brain. So, there is no way to definitively predict if someone will go crazy due solely to their genetic makeup. But, if your the one doing the breaking up, please, help a crazy out. Don't call. Don't text. Don't email. Just leave the person be to heal on their own. Do not try to be overly kind, or sympathetic. No mixed messages/signals. Cold turkey baby.
Now, simply cross your fingers and hope that the crazy stick is simply too busy beating another person ex and not yours!
*Marigold is a real person and is NOT me...honest.
Monday, January 30, 2012
The Cougar Crossover
Just about 2 weeks ago now, I was out celebrating with a girl friend on her brand new license for first aid instructing. I had mentored her through the process and she nailed on the first go around...so needless to say, a night of fake eyelashes, heels and drinks were immediately called for.
We were having a great time, and were fairly well into our cups and dancing when we pulled off to the side, to catch our breath, cool down and to get another drink.
At that juncture, over walks this dark haired, blue eyed, fairly tall young gentleman, keep in mind, I wear 4" heels at a minimum and he was taller than me in heels still. I honestly thought that he was going to talk to my friend, cause she was on one heck of a roll that night. Nope. He wanted to talk to me (score!).
He gave me his name and we started talking. Turns out that he is a triathlete (seem to be running into a few of those lately hmmmm...trend?) and was also looking to run a full marathon this year. Now, I have to admit that I had a lil geek out moment at the mention of marathons, and this did not appall him.
One exchange of numbers later, and the txts back and forth started to happen the next afternoon.
Plans were made to have coffee on a night upcoming in the week where it suited both of our schedules, and I was both excited and a little nervous. I knew that he was younger, but I was trying to figure out just HOW much younger he was than me. A few things threw me off right away. He completely his journeyman mechanic courses, and was in his last year in a teaching degree and he referred a number of times "to when I was young" in sentences. Okay, no freak out not required at this point, but put on the reserve list.
Coffee was great. Tentative plans were made for another meet up...and then I sent the "how old are you" txt a few days later. I was floored at the response. "I just turned 22. How old are you?" "Turning 31 this year" FML. A few years difference is okay, 4-5 max. But 9?? I was going to be okay with this whole thing in the terms of just being friends, until he txtd later that same night saying that he would love to "date a hot cougar".
Oh heck no hunny, you did not just go there! I was trying not to shed tears and laugh my behind off at the same time.
One thing to really keep in mind, is that cougars are attractive, in their sexual prime, and who know what they want and are not afraid to go after it. A sizable misconception is that cougars dress cheaply, wear hot pink nail polish and adorn themselves head to toe in animal print and have bleached hair that glows under black lights. True cougars are classy beautiful creatures, who have made their successes on their own, have real brains, and are real head turners. Cougars generally do not need to sneak attack younger guys, they know that their younger mates are eager and willing to get an experienced woman who won't ask if they will call them in the morning. Being a cougar, according to Urban Dictionary and Google can and usually is a good/positive thing.
*Insert the Quagmire giggidy, giggidy here*
I asked a number of friends when I had crossed over into Cougarville and why was I not told that I was taking that off ramp. Apparently, the majority of responses were that I hadn't.
There are levels that one must complete prior to being a full coug. First there is cheetah, then puma and THEN cougar. After that there are various levels to being a silver fox and upwards. Holy hannah! Confusing! Age parameters are usually assigned to each of the various levels, just in case the genetic code of the cougar is such that you are not able to tell, or they have had enough work done to look as if they have been pumped up and put in a wind tunnel.
As I have not reached the age requirement in being a full Coug, I can rest easy. But I do have to be careful, cause the Cougar Crossover is going to happen and that I need to handle it with class, or marry the next guy that comes along as to avoid it!
We were having a great time, and were fairly well into our cups and dancing when we pulled off to the side, to catch our breath, cool down and to get another drink.
At that juncture, over walks this dark haired, blue eyed, fairly tall young gentleman, keep in mind, I wear 4" heels at a minimum and he was taller than me in heels still. I honestly thought that he was going to talk to my friend, cause she was on one heck of a roll that night. Nope. He wanted to talk to me (score!).
He gave me his name and we started talking. Turns out that he is a triathlete (seem to be running into a few of those lately hmmmm...trend?) and was also looking to run a full marathon this year. Now, I have to admit that I had a lil geek out moment at the mention of marathons, and this did not appall him.
One exchange of numbers later, and the txts back and forth started to happen the next afternoon.
Plans were made to have coffee on a night upcoming in the week where it suited both of our schedules, and I was both excited and a little nervous. I knew that he was younger, but I was trying to figure out just HOW much younger he was than me. A few things threw me off right away. He completely his journeyman mechanic courses, and was in his last year in a teaching degree and he referred a number of times "to when I was young" in sentences. Okay, no freak out not required at this point, but put on the reserve list.
Coffee was great. Tentative plans were made for another meet up...and then I sent the "how old are you" txt a few days later. I was floored at the response. "I just turned 22. How old are you?" "Turning 31 this year" FML. A few years difference is okay, 4-5 max. But 9?? I was going to be okay with this whole thing in the terms of just being friends, until he txtd later that same night saying that he would love to "date a hot cougar".
Oh heck no hunny, you did not just go there! I was trying not to shed tears and laugh my behind off at the same time.
One thing to really keep in mind, is that cougars are attractive, in their sexual prime, and who know what they want and are not afraid to go after it. A sizable misconception is that cougars dress cheaply, wear hot pink nail polish and adorn themselves head to toe in animal print and have bleached hair that glows under black lights. True cougars are classy beautiful creatures, who have made their successes on their own, have real brains, and are real head turners. Cougars generally do not need to sneak attack younger guys, they know that their younger mates are eager and willing to get an experienced woman who won't ask if they will call them in the morning. Being a cougar, according to Urban Dictionary and Google can and usually is a good/positive thing.
*Insert the Quagmire giggidy, giggidy here*
I asked a number of friends when I had crossed over into Cougarville and why was I not told that I was taking that off ramp. Apparently, the majority of responses were that I hadn't.
There are levels that one must complete prior to being a full coug. First there is cheetah, then puma and THEN cougar. After that there are various levels to being a silver fox and upwards. Holy hannah! Confusing! Age parameters are usually assigned to each of the various levels, just in case the genetic code of the cougar is such that you are not able to tell, or they have had enough work done to look as if they have been pumped up and put in a wind tunnel.
As I have not reached the age requirement in being a full Coug, I can rest easy. But I do have to be careful, cause the Cougar Crossover is going to happen and that I need to handle it with class, or marry the next guy that comes along as to avoid it!
Mixed Signals
Lately things have become fairly hectic in my little world. And not hectic in a good way. Usually I can attend to most things that come my way with ease, and relatively fleeting fuss. Unfortunately there has been an upswing in the drama department (specifically to others ex's...stay tuned for a post on that one!), and man oh man, do I feel at odds!
The biggest thing that I have noticed, in addition to the extra drama, is the amount of mixed signals that both sexes have been putting out lately. Shame on all of us.
According to Urban Dictionary mixed signals or mixed messages is defined as: a situation to which a person is receiving verbal or non verbal cues that seem to contradict each other, from another person. Typical reactions to this behavior are confusion, anger and a willingness to cease communication with the person.
In the last month I have experienced all 3 of the described above reactions.
Take for a example confusion: I went on a drink thing/date with a lovely gentleman a while back. The thing/date lasted for a number of hours with what I assumed was lively discourse. The thing/date ended with him saying "I had a great time, and would love to do this again, I will call you on such and such a time" ... the call never happened. I found out from mutual friends later, that apparently he "couldn't get me to shut up" ... hmmm ...confused much?
At this point here enters anger: in a completely separate situation, a close male friend really pushed my buttons not too long ago. He would always txt, and call, and do coffee or dinner or hanging out with me and Mr Ari at the dog park. Always there if I needed him, but uber flirty all the time. There in lies the problem. We would be out having drinks either by ourselves, or with friends and would literally act like my boyfriend of years. He would not allow other guys to hit on me (granted I was grateful for some of the interesting applicants that tried to, to be turned away lol). The thing that really made me angry was that it was a double standard. He could act that way, but come hell or high water if I tried to get it the way of him hitting on some lady "with a heart of gold". To have this behavior stop, it literally took me yelling at him, and not returning calls or txts for the better part of this month.
A willingness to cease communication: the last gentleman that I would classify as exclusively dating, recently tried to re-establish communications. He called, he txt'd and he emailed constantly. I gave in and finally listened to what he had to say. Now, you need to bear in mind, that with this gentleman, he lives in Ontario, and has apparently been trying to "find the perfect job and come back out west and sweep me off my feet again". In talking to him, he said that he was still trying his hardest to find that job, and move back out here. I prodded a little more. To which I found out that he was offered a job in Calgary, that would pay for his move back to Alberta, and increase his salary and the 'effer turned it down. So, the jist of the conversation was "I want you back, but not right now. But I want you to think of me like you did when we were dating and get excited that I may move back, at some point. No idea when though". Seriously? Not happening.
Now all three examples were from just me, there are plenty more where my guy and girl friends are concerned. I honestly wish that people could just move past the mixed signal/message hump, and figure out which direction they want to take things.
May be North Americans need a little more gumption. I know in Brazil (as I was told this by a Brazilian), if someone likes another person they tell them right away. No beating around the bush. If its reciprocated, great, if not, great and life goes on.
I for one will now adopt that attitude. Being straight up with people, is sometimes hard for others to comprehend, but honestly, work smart not hard. Just tell them.
The biggest thing that I have noticed, in addition to the extra drama, is the amount of mixed signals that both sexes have been putting out lately. Shame on all of us.
According to Urban Dictionary mixed signals or mixed messages is defined as: a situation to which a person is receiving verbal or non verbal cues that seem to contradict each other, from another person. Typical reactions to this behavior are confusion, anger and a willingness to cease communication with the person.
In the last month I have experienced all 3 of the described above reactions.
Take for a example confusion: I went on a drink thing/date with a lovely gentleman a while back. The thing/date lasted for a number of hours with what I assumed was lively discourse. The thing/date ended with him saying "I had a great time, and would love to do this again, I will call you on such and such a time" ... the call never happened. I found out from mutual friends later, that apparently he "couldn't get me to shut up" ... hmmm ...confused much?
At this point here enters anger: in a completely separate situation, a close male friend really pushed my buttons not too long ago. He would always txt, and call, and do coffee or dinner or hanging out with me and Mr Ari at the dog park. Always there if I needed him, but uber flirty all the time. There in lies the problem. We would be out having drinks either by ourselves, or with friends and would literally act like my boyfriend of years. He would not allow other guys to hit on me (granted I was grateful for some of the interesting applicants that tried to, to be turned away lol). The thing that really made me angry was that it was a double standard. He could act that way, but come hell or high water if I tried to get it the way of him hitting on some lady "with a heart of gold". To have this behavior stop, it literally took me yelling at him, and not returning calls or txts for the better part of this month.
A willingness to cease communication: the last gentleman that I would classify as exclusively dating, recently tried to re-establish communications. He called, he txt'd and he emailed constantly. I gave in and finally listened to what he had to say. Now, you need to bear in mind, that with this gentleman, he lives in Ontario, and has apparently been trying to "find the perfect job and come back out west and sweep me off my feet again". In talking to him, he said that he was still trying his hardest to find that job, and move back out here. I prodded a little more. To which I found out that he was offered a job in Calgary, that would pay for his move back to Alberta, and increase his salary and the 'effer turned it down. So, the jist of the conversation was "I want you back, but not right now. But I want you to think of me like you did when we were dating and get excited that I may move back, at some point. No idea when though". Seriously? Not happening.
Now all three examples were from just me, there are plenty more where my guy and girl friends are concerned. I honestly wish that people could just move past the mixed signal/message hump, and figure out which direction they want to take things.
May be North Americans need a little more gumption. I know in Brazil (as I was told this by a Brazilian), if someone likes another person they tell them right away. No beating around the bush. If its reciprocated, great, if not, great and life goes on.
I for one will now adopt that attitude. Being straight up with people, is sometimes hard for others to comprehend, but honestly, work smart not hard. Just tell them.
Monday, January 9, 2012
3 - 5 Days
This last Friday night I went out with the girls and participated in one of their belated birthday parties. At this party, the birthday girl had invited a number of her male co-workers, to which I hit it off with one of them and had a interesting conversation throughout the evening (yes, a conversation, I was the DD lol). Prior to leaving, he jumped right in and asked me for my phone number with confidence, saying "I would love to see you again".
I happily gave him my phone number.
Now the first step towards any relationship is the inital meeting. Check. Then subsequent exhange of contact information. Double Check, and correct contact information too. Now to wait until he contacts me. But before that happens, a period of time (apparently) must be established before either that happens.
*Insert final Jepardy! music here*
In talking with the gents and ladies, there is a considerable divide in what the sexes and Google (of all things) thought was correct.
The majority of responses from the gentlemen was that it depened on the girl. If they liked her, they would usually contact her right away, or at the very least within the first few (meaning 2) days of meeting her, and a phone call would be made. If they were unsure, a text would be sent in place of the phone call. A lot of times though, the gentleman has had time to reflect (aka sober up) and determined that he would have nothing in common with the girl and thus, not contact her through any means.
The lion's share of the ladies responses was a hard and fast 3 days. If there has been no contact within that time frame, NEXT!
Google actually recomends waiting anywhere from 3-5 days, to allow for time the first meeting to sink in, and to ensure that the other person (especially if the gentleman is doing the calling) does not feel as if its a booty call.
Now, I fully understand and appreicate that life can happen at any moment, and that might delay the contact. But as there does not appear to be any hard and fast play book for this, waiting it out to your own criteria is the way to go.
As Google is the bearer of all knowledge, coupled with the fact that I am so completely inept at these types of things, this guy, technically has anywhere from tonight, until Wednesday night of this week to call. I just wonder if I have the patience for dating after all!
I happily gave him my phone number.
Now the first step towards any relationship is the inital meeting. Check. Then subsequent exhange of contact information. Double Check, and correct contact information too. Now to wait until he contacts me. But before that happens, a period of time (apparently) must be established before either that happens.
*Insert final Jepardy! music here*
In talking with the gents and ladies, there is a considerable divide in what the sexes and Google (of all things) thought was correct.
The majority of responses from the gentlemen was that it depened on the girl. If they liked her, they would usually contact her right away, or at the very least within the first few (meaning 2) days of meeting her, and a phone call would be made. If they were unsure, a text would be sent in place of the phone call. A lot of times though, the gentleman has had time to reflect (aka sober up) and determined that he would have nothing in common with the girl and thus, not contact her through any means.
The lion's share of the ladies responses was a hard and fast 3 days. If there has been no contact within that time frame, NEXT!
Google actually recomends waiting anywhere from 3-5 days, to allow for time the first meeting to sink in, and to ensure that the other person (especially if the gentleman is doing the calling) does not feel as if its a booty call.
Now, I fully understand and appreicate that life can happen at any moment, and that might delay the contact. But as there does not appear to be any hard and fast play book for this, waiting it out to your own criteria is the way to go.
As Google is the bearer of all knowledge, coupled with the fact that I am so completely inept at these types of things, this guy, technically has anywhere from tonight, until Wednesday night of this week to call. I just wonder if I have the patience for dating after all!
Sunday, January 8, 2012
2011 in Review
I have been somewhat down in the dumps of late...the latter half of 2011 really threw me for the biggest loop that I have ever been apart of.
So, to help dig myself out of the proverbial hole, I wrote down everything that was positive about my year:
1. My race season was amazing. I not only started 5 half marathons, but I finished them all. Medals are hanging on the wall, and there was a hug at the end of those runs. The Hypo Half, RunWild Half, Red Deer Half, Intact Half and Melissa's Half. I may have broken my toe twice in 2011, but that's still one heck of a race season!
2. Ari Gold is still alive (woot woot!). And because of this, I have reconsidered my stance on lacking the 'mom' gene.
3. I went camping AND hiking on two separate trips. For those that know me, this is kind of a big deal. I generally do not like the outdoors, but in challenging myself, I actually had a lot of fun.
4. I gave dating a solid shot in 2011. I had a number of hilarious miss adventures over the 12 months, but in the end, I did find love. It may have not worked out in the end, but for 5 months, I had it in my hands. Which means, that if I found it once, I can find it again.
5. The Spence Diamonds radio announcer is still alive. Not that I had any real plans on removing his set of genetics from the pool, but I am sure that someone has.
6. I reconnected with a great deal of my friends that I had not seen or talked to in quite some time. Movie dates, wing nights, beers, Jersey Shore, laughs and break in adventures abounded.
7. I started to learn Russian in late November/early December, as I was pretty certain that my mind was turning into mush and was determined to combat it. My tutor is awesome, hot and single...so ladies, let me know if you would like to meet him!
8. One of the best things that happened was that uber cute my basement suite flooded repeatedly, thus turning it into Bhagdad. You may think that this isn't a good thing to have happen, and I agree. But the outcome was that I afforded the opportunity to move in with an amazing lady. One who is kind, loving and just plain fun. She has been simply stellar with Ari Gold, and we both love her to pieces.
Reading all of this has brought my spirits up quite a bit. 2011 at first glance may not have been the perfect year, but what year really is? And the fact that I was able to come up with 8 amazing points on why it was a good year off the top of my head was pretty decent.
My resolution for 2012 will be to come up with 9 points.
So, to help dig myself out of the proverbial hole, I wrote down everything that was positive about my year:
1. My race season was amazing. I not only started 5 half marathons, but I finished them all. Medals are hanging on the wall, and there was a hug at the end of those runs. The Hypo Half, RunWild Half, Red Deer Half, Intact Half and Melissa's Half. I may have broken my toe twice in 2011, but that's still one heck of a race season!
2. Ari Gold is still alive (woot woot!). And because of this, I have reconsidered my stance on lacking the 'mom' gene.
3. I went camping AND hiking on two separate trips. For those that know me, this is kind of a big deal. I generally do not like the outdoors, but in challenging myself, I actually had a lot of fun.
4. I gave dating a solid shot in 2011. I had a number of hilarious miss adventures over the 12 months, but in the end, I did find love. It may have not worked out in the end, but for 5 months, I had it in my hands. Which means, that if I found it once, I can find it again.
5. The Spence Diamonds radio announcer is still alive. Not that I had any real plans on removing his set of genetics from the pool, but I am sure that someone has.
6. I reconnected with a great deal of my friends that I had not seen or talked to in quite some time. Movie dates, wing nights, beers, Jersey Shore, laughs and break in adventures abounded.
7. I started to learn Russian in late November/early December, as I was pretty certain that my mind was turning into mush and was determined to combat it. My tutor is awesome, hot and single...so ladies, let me know if you would like to meet him!
8. One of the best things that happened was that uber cute my basement suite flooded repeatedly, thus turning it into Bhagdad. You may think that this isn't a good thing to have happen, and I agree. But the outcome was that I afforded the opportunity to move in with an amazing lady. One who is kind, loving and just plain fun. She has been simply stellar with Ari Gold, and we both love her to pieces.
Reading all of this has brought my spirits up quite a bit. 2011 at first glance may not have been the perfect year, but what year really is? And the fact that I was able to come up with 8 amazing points on why it was a good year off the top of my head was pretty decent.
My resolution for 2012 will be to come up with 9 points.
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