I had a bad case of contact dermatitis/heat rash last week, after finally getting around to my "spring" yard cleaning. And an exhausting two long weekends of performances before that. I'm TIRED. Not that that explains why I didn't post for the couple of weeks before that, but...
To catch you up:
I did have a date with the delightful fellow from out-of-state. We had a nice time, a nice dinner, he's a very sweet guy. He couldn't stay too late, as he had plans the next day, so we parted with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We talked almost every day for the next several days, he was planning to come see my last play and then...nothing. He seemingly disappeared from the planet. I left a couple of messages, then gave up, figuring he was blowing me off. He finally did call, days later, to tell me that he'd been "in a funk" and not listening to his messages. He then went on to describe his state of mind, which...well, let's just say if you went to the DSM IV and looked up "clinical depression," there'd be a picture of him there. He was concerned that he'd hurt my feelings...I told him to stop worrying about me and get himself some help, STAT. He's called once since then, but I missed the call and he didn't leave a message. He didn't answer my return call (like 10 minutes after the missed call) and I haven't heard from him since. I hope he's okay, but...I can't spend too much time worrying about someone who knows he needs help and refuses to get it. Moving on...
I've gotten random messages here and there from members of various dating sites...mostly of the "you sure are purty" variety. Nothing I'm taking too seriously.
Yesterday I got a couple of messages from one guy whose profile sounded interesting, but who had no profile pic. When I asked him why he said "I own a business and have a very jealous ex-wife." Next! I mean, seriously...if you're that afraid of your ex knowing you're dating, well, that's way too much baggage for me. And "I have a business"? As I asked him (and gee...then I suddenly stopped hearing from him), do you think you're doing something shameful? Are you embarrassed to be on here? 'Cause if you DO think there's something unsavory about the whole process, what do you really think about ME? Sheesh.
So, no real "dating" stories to relate. But...
I found out via email from his sis-in-law that Hot Med went back to Beirut a while back. Supposedly only for a long vacation, but they're not completely sure he's coming back. That makes me a little sad. If I had known I truly might never see him again, I probably would have run after him when I saw him in the parking lot that one night after rehearsal. (My last play rehearsed in a church next door to his restaurant.) Just to say "it was fun while it lasted, goodbye and good luck," you know?
Remember New Guy 2.0, and how he was a bit rude, and how we then mutually decided we shouldn't date, but could be friends? I've gotten the occasional joke forward/how're you doin' emails from him, and last week he upped the ante a bit. Seems he still thinks we're probably not meant to be life partners or anything, and he doesn't really have time for a girlfriend right now anyway (and that's the truth), but...he can't get me out of his mind. So, basically (and it was much nicer put than this), how would I feel about "friends with benefits"? And he hoped I wasn't insulted.
You know what? I'm not insulted, and I'm seriously considering the offer. What the heck, right? As long as we both know the score? There's nobody else I'm really interested in at the moment. Might as well have some fun this summer. I'm just sayin'. Heh.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
The weekly update
So...if you're wondering how last weekend's date with Bachelor #5 went...it didn't. Turns out his son and grandson decided to drive up from Dallas for a Mother's Day weekend get-together, and wanted him to be there, too. He didn't feel right saying no, of course, so our date was postponed until this weekend. He felt really bad about it, but I completely understand. Nothing trumps time with a grandchild. The son also announced at the big family gathering that he and his wife were expecting another grandchild, so...it's a good thing he was there.
So, our date is tomorrow night. I'm excited and a little nervous. We talk on the phone every day, and he seems so nice. I hope he's not disappointed with me in real life. I hope I'm not disappointed with HIM in real life. OMG, what if he has stubby fingers? Heh.
I keep trying to ignore Bachelor #6; I really do. But he just keeps refusing to realize he's being ignored. He emailed me last week, said he'd taken another look at my profile, and wanted to point out what he thought was a grammatical error, hoping I could take a "little dig." Hoping that I had "a since of humor." WTF?! Excuse me? Okay, I think what he pointed out was probably not technically "correct," but since it's an online dating profile and not, say, a scholarly treatise, I think a little colloquialism is okay, don't you? Mind you, his emails had been, from the beginning, rife with bad grammar and misspellings/typos. And I did not point out any of them, preferring to give him a pass, as it seemed he had some other good qualities that might offset the grammatical/keyboarding deficiencies.
But no more. I emailed back, simply, "I have a SENSE of humor." Then I went back to ignoring him...or so I thought.
But since then I've gotten a couple more emails from him, each one beginning by apologizing for his having been "out of touch." NO, NO, NO. You haven't been out of touch. I'VE BEEN OUT OF TOUCH. ON PURPOSE.
I guess if he doesn't get the message this time, I'll go ahead and email him back and tell him just exactly why HE is being ignored. Gah.
In other news, my rat problem seems to be over. Mama Rat finally succumbed to the whopping amount of rat poison I put out for her under the house. (And boy, oh boy, did I hate having to resort to that. But she wouldn't go in the live trap. Damn it.) She had the decency to die out in the yard, and not under the house or heating unit where she's been hiding. I thought that was very considerate. I apologized profusely to her, told her I hoped she had a good, long life, that the poison was at least tasty, and that the end wasn't too painful. Then I buried her in the backyard near the spot where I buried my last pet rats.
I know, I'm a schmuck with a bleeding heart. But she can't help being a rat--it's what God made her to be, and she was only doing what she was designed to do. I hate having to punish a creature for that. (Except I'm a total hypocrite sometimes, because I immediately went inside and swatted the hell out of an enormous horse fly. But those things BITE.)
Bachelor #5 has heard every installment of the rat saga, by the way, and did not once tell me I'm an idiot...and he still wants to come see me. He gets major points for that, believe me.
So, our date is tomorrow night. I'm excited and a little nervous. We talk on the phone every day, and he seems so nice. I hope he's not disappointed with me in real life. I hope I'm not disappointed with HIM in real life. OMG, what if he has stubby fingers? Heh.
I keep trying to ignore Bachelor #6; I really do. But he just keeps refusing to realize he's being ignored. He emailed me last week, said he'd taken another look at my profile, and wanted to point out what he thought was a grammatical error, hoping I could take a "little dig." Hoping that I had "a since of humor." WTF?! Excuse me? Okay, I think what he pointed out was probably not technically "correct," but since it's an online dating profile and not, say, a scholarly treatise, I think a little colloquialism is okay, don't you? Mind you, his emails had been, from the beginning, rife with bad grammar and misspellings/typos. And I did not point out any of them, preferring to give him a pass, as it seemed he had some other good qualities that might offset the grammatical/keyboarding deficiencies.
But no more. I emailed back, simply, "I have a SENSE of humor." Then I went back to ignoring him...or so I thought.
But since then I've gotten a couple more emails from him, each one beginning by apologizing for his having been "out of touch." NO, NO, NO. You haven't been out of touch. I'VE BEEN OUT OF TOUCH. ON PURPOSE.
I guess if he doesn't get the message this time, I'll go ahead and email him back and tell him just exactly why HE is being ignored. Gah.
In other news, my rat problem seems to be over. Mama Rat finally succumbed to the whopping amount of rat poison I put out for her under the house. (And boy, oh boy, did I hate having to resort to that. But she wouldn't go in the live trap. Damn it.) She had the decency to die out in the yard, and not under the house or heating unit where she's been hiding. I thought that was very considerate. I apologized profusely to her, told her I hoped she had a good, long life, that the poison was at least tasty, and that the end wasn't too painful. Then I buried her in the backyard near the spot where I buried my last pet rats.
I know, I'm a schmuck with a bleeding heart. But she can't help being a rat--it's what God made her to be, and she was only doing what she was designed to do. I hate having to punish a creature for that. (Except I'm a total hypocrite sometimes, because I immediately went inside and swatted the hell out of an enormous horse fly. But those things BITE.)
Bachelor #5 has heard every installment of the rat saga, by the way, and did not once tell me I'm an idiot...and he still wants to come see me. He gets major points for that, believe me.
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
And counting...
Let's catch you up quickly on bachelors #5 and #6.
Number #5 and I have talked on the phone pretty regularly this week. I don't know what he'll be like in person, but he is great fun on the phone. I will probably fall madly in love with him, as he not only lives in a different TOWN, but also a different STATE. (But just barely--he's a little over an hour away.) I will fall for the one farthest away, right? That's a given? We have tentative plans to meet on Saturday evening. I'll keep you posted.
Number #6 is not quite so delightful over the phone, but there were some things I found interesting about him, so I agreed to get together with him last weekend. I was supposed to call him when I was done with my rehearsal Sunday afternoon, and we were to go to dinner around 7:00. I called him at 5:48. I called him at 7:02. He finally called back at 8:00--I was on the phone with someone else and didn't return the call. According to his voice mail, he "fell asleep," was "so sorry," and I should feel free to call him back about 9:00. I did not. Aside from standing me up, he had also sent an email earlier that day making a "joke" re: wondering how I was "in the sack," and then immediately following it with "oh, it's probably too soon for that, sorry." Um, dude...a) yes, it is too soon for that, and b) this is an email; you can take back the things you mistakenly "blurt out" with a little simple backspacing or the delete button. So I really hadn't planned to call him back.
Yesterday I found an email in my junk box from his work email address, apologizing for having not been in touch. He hasn't been feeling well, and promises we'll "get together soon." Argh! I was ignoring YOU, dude, you weren't ignoring ME. That's a very important distinction! I am the Ignorer!
Aside from that, I've been dealing with an infestation of rats under my house and in my garage. Aren't you jealous? Don't you wish you had live-trapped and released 8-9 (I lost track) baby rats over the last few days? I know you do.
Between work, rehearsal, four-legged rats, a two-legged rat, and a delightful man in another state, I've been busy. And I am EXHAUSTED. Wish I could take a nap. I have this Friday afternoon off, but there can be no napping. I've got a lawn to mow, and 28 tomato seedlings to get into the ground at a friend's new community garden. No rest for the weary this week.
Number #5 and I have talked on the phone pretty regularly this week. I don't know what he'll be like in person, but he is great fun on the phone. I will probably fall madly in love with him, as he not only lives in a different TOWN, but also a different STATE. (But just barely--he's a little over an hour away.) I will fall for the one farthest away, right? That's a given? We have tentative plans to meet on Saturday evening. I'll keep you posted.
Number #6 is not quite so delightful over the phone, but there were some things I found interesting about him, so I agreed to get together with him last weekend. I was supposed to call him when I was done with my rehearsal Sunday afternoon, and we were to go to dinner around 7:00. I called him at 5:48. I called him at 7:02. He finally called back at 8:00--I was on the phone with someone else and didn't return the call. According to his voice mail, he "fell asleep," was "so sorry," and I should feel free to call him back about 9:00. I did not. Aside from standing me up, he had also sent an email earlier that day making a "joke" re: wondering how I was "in the sack," and then immediately following it with "oh, it's probably too soon for that, sorry." Um, dude...a) yes, it is too soon for that, and b) this is an email; you can take back the things you mistakenly "blurt out" with a little simple backspacing or the delete button. So I really hadn't planned to call him back.
Yesterday I found an email in my junk box from his work email address, apologizing for having not been in touch. He hasn't been feeling well, and promises we'll "get together soon." Argh! I was ignoring YOU, dude, you weren't ignoring ME. That's a very important distinction! I am the Ignorer!
Aside from that, I've been dealing with an infestation of rats under my house and in my garage. Aren't you jealous? Don't you wish you had live-trapped and released 8-9 (I lost track) baby rats over the last few days? I know you do.
Between work, rehearsal, four-legged rats, a two-legged rat, and a delightful man in another state, I've been busy. And I am EXHAUSTED. Wish I could take a nap. I have this Friday afternoon off, but there can be no napping. I've got a lawn to mow, and 28 tomato seedlings to get into the ground at a friend's new community garden. No rest for the weary this week.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
What's wrong with the men around here?
Seriously. Where are the good ones I'm assured are out there?
Since we last updated...
There was a second date with NG2.0. We went out for dinner Saturday night, then watched a movie at his house. Had a pretty good time, thought "if we're ever going to figure out if there's something here we need more than one date a month." Suggested bringing dessert to his house Monday night after our mutual rehearsals. He thought that sounded nice. Then my rehearsal was canceled, so I told him to just call me when he was on his way home. Which he did. I said I'd stop for some ice cream and be right there. (We live about five minutes apart.) When I got there, I stood outside knocking and ringing the bell for a couple of minutes, called him on his cell--busy, called him on his landline, he answered, said he was in his office and didn't hear me knocking, "be right there." About five minutes later, he finally opened the door, talking on his cell phone. Gestured me inside, never stopped talking. I put the dessert makings on the counter, he grabbed a couple of bowls, mouthed "are those big enough?" and when I nodded, wandered off to his den and sprawled on the couch. Talking on his cell the whole time. Did NOT gesture for me to join him, or act particularly glad to see me, so I just stayed in the kitchen. Finally, after more than 15 minutes (yes, I was watching my watch, and yes, I was about to walk out the door), I heard him hang up. Then: "Hello? HELLO?" I thought he was making another phone call, so it took me a moment to respond with "are you talking to ME?" I went into the den, and he was all "what were you doing in there?" "Waiting for you to finish your chat, what else?" "I thought you were fixing the ice cream." GAH. I fixed the ice cream, we ate it, and then within about 10 minutes he was nodding off on the couch. I couldn't blame him for that; it was getting late, so I gently prodded him awake and told him I was going home. He apologized for falling asleep, and I just wanted to scream--"that's not what you should be apologizing for, you jerk!"
But I didn't. I nicely said good-night, then sent him an email the next morning, explaining that I had found his behavior a bit rude, and just wanted to say that so I didn't keep it in and get all resentful. So far...no response. At all.
Am I out of line here? When a guy's been telling you for a month that he can't get you out of his head, shouldn't the least expectation be that when you show up at his house bearing ice cream and cake, he puts down the goddamn cell phone?
Argh.
What else? I hadn't had any interaction at all recently with Bachelor #3, who is a Facebook friend, so just for the heck of it, I put a succinct "howdy" on his wall, and he responded right away with "howdy back-I owe you a phone call!" Damn straight you do. So frustrating--he made it a point to tell me (more than once) what a great time he had with me...then I don't hear from him. It makes me want to scream: "What, such a great time that you can't possibly risk doing it again? Afraid you'll die from too much enjoyment?"
Argh.
I went ahead and gave my phone number to a Bachelor #5, who sounds very funny and cool...but who lives about an hour away. Figures, right?
Sing it with me if you know the words...argh.
Updated to add: wouldn't you know it...while I was typing this post, NG2.0 was sending me an email. Says he genuinely thought I was in the kitchen preparing the dessert, and that's why he continued his conversation. Okay, I'll buy that. He also says that he doesn't feel we're really a good fit as a couple, though he thinks we could be good friends. Actually...I'll buy that, too. Moving on!
Since we last updated...
There was a second date with NG2.0. We went out for dinner Saturday night, then watched a movie at his house. Had a pretty good time, thought "if we're ever going to figure out if there's something here we need more than one date a month." Suggested bringing dessert to his house Monday night after our mutual rehearsals. He thought that sounded nice. Then my rehearsal was canceled, so I told him to just call me when he was on his way home. Which he did. I said I'd stop for some ice cream and be right there. (We live about five minutes apart.) When I got there, I stood outside knocking and ringing the bell for a couple of minutes, called him on his cell--busy, called him on his landline, he answered, said he was in his office and didn't hear me knocking, "be right there." About five minutes later, he finally opened the door, talking on his cell phone. Gestured me inside, never stopped talking. I put the dessert makings on the counter, he grabbed a couple of bowls, mouthed "are those big enough?" and when I nodded, wandered off to his den and sprawled on the couch. Talking on his cell the whole time. Did NOT gesture for me to join him, or act particularly glad to see me, so I just stayed in the kitchen. Finally, after more than 15 minutes (yes, I was watching my watch, and yes, I was about to walk out the door), I heard him hang up. Then: "Hello? HELLO?" I thought he was making another phone call, so it took me a moment to respond with "are you talking to ME?" I went into the den, and he was all "what were you doing in there?" "Waiting for you to finish your chat, what else?" "I thought you were fixing the ice cream." GAH. I fixed the ice cream, we ate it, and then within about 10 minutes he was nodding off on the couch. I couldn't blame him for that; it was getting late, so I gently prodded him awake and told him I was going home. He apologized for falling asleep, and I just wanted to scream--"that's not what you should be apologizing for, you jerk!"
But I didn't. I nicely said good-night, then sent him an email the next morning, explaining that I had found his behavior a bit rude, and just wanted to say that so I didn't keep it in and get all resentful. So far...no response. At all.
Am I out of line here? When a guy's been telling you for a month that he can't get you out of his head, shouldn't the least expectation be that when you show up at his house bearing ice cream and cake, he puts down the goddamn cell phone?
Argh.
What else? I hadn't had any interaction at all recently with Bachelor #3, who is a Facebook friend, so just for the heck of it, I put a succinct "howdy" on his wall, and he responded right away with "howdy back-I owe you a phone call!" Damn straight you do. So frustrating--he made it a point to tell me (more than once) what a great time he had with me...then I don't hear from him. It makes me want to scream: "What, such a great time that you can't possibly risk doing it again? Afraid you'll die from too much enjoyment?"
Argh.
I went ahead and gave my phone number to a Bachelor #5, who sounds very funny and cool...but who lives about an hour away. Figures, right?
Sing it with me if you know the words...argh.
Updated to add: wouldn't you know it...while I was typing this post, NG2.0 was sending me an email. Says he genuinely thought I was in the kitchen preparing the dessert, and that's why he continued his conversation. Okay, I'll buy that. He also says that he doesn't feel we're really a good fit as a couple, though he thinks we could be good friends. Actually...I'll buy that, too. Moving on!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
No news is no news.
No further word from the preferred bachelor, #3. Damn him.
I get little emails all the time from "New Guy 2.0." We haven't managed to find a time to go out again, but I figure I should give him a chance. He at least cares enough to forward jokes, and tell me he's thinking about me. And, truthfully, if our next date doesn't come immediately after a weekend reunion with an old friend with whom I truly do "click," maybe it won't pale so in comparison. (I may have left that part out. I had a great time with a guy I hadn't seen in 15 years, and then met NG2.0 the very next night. It may have colored my judgment.)
I'm told I should have shared more of the details of the date with Bachelor #2, the possibly Asperger's guy, so here are a couple.
Imagine his responses in something of a monotone, with not much blinking.
We're talking about pets. Me: "Do you have any pets?" Him: "I have stuffed animals."
He was a little late for for our date. (He lives in a adjacent suburb.) Him: "I'm not sure why I was late--I allotted 42 minutes."
See what I mean?
I got a message yesterday from a guy on one of the dating sites, insisting that he found my profile "fascinating" and simply must get to know me. I replied with a form of my now-usual go-to question: do you think Sarah Palin would be an excellent choice for leader of the free world? (Apologizing for my abruptness, but explaining I don't like to waste time with someone I feel certain won't truly "get" me. Life's too short, right?) Not only did he not answer, but both his original email and my response have completely disappeared from my inbox. It's like he never existed. Maybe I made him up. Heh.
Then there was this guy from yet another site who popped up in my daily "quiver." You are presented with three guys, asked to rate them, and if you rate them highly, they'll notify the guy. The guy seemed really interesting. He was in his late 30s, so...a little younger than me, but pretty much the same age as Hot Med, and I gave him a good rating.
Today he was still in my "quiver," and I noticed his "about me" paragraph has changed a bit. He added a bit to "clarify" that, though he is in his late 30s, he looks much younger, and really isn't looking for anyone older than mid 20s - mid 30s. Harsh! I didn't even send him a message--just clicked the "4 stars" button. Calm down, dude. The cougars aren't coming for you.
I will not call Hot Med because I'm bored...I will not call Hot Med because I'm bored...I will not call Hot Med because I'm bored...
I get little emails all the time from "New Guy 2.0." We haven't managed to find a time to go out again, but I figure I should give him a chance. He at least cares enough to forward jokes, and tell me he's thinking about me. And, truthfully, if our next date doesn't come immediately after a weekend reunion with an old friend with whom I truly do "click," maybe it won't pale so in comparison. (I may have left that part out. I had a great time with a guy I hadn't seen in 15 years, and then met NG2.0 the very next night. It may have colored my judgment.)
I'm told I should have shared more of the details of the date with Bachelor #2, the possibly Asperger's guy, so here are a couple.
Imagine his responses in something of a monotone, with not much blinking.
We're talking about pets. Me: "Do you have any pets?" Him: "I have stuffed animals."
He was a little late for for our date. (He lives in a adjacent suburb.) Him: "I'm not sure why I was late--I allotted 42 minutes."
See what I mean?
I got a message yesterday from a guy on one of the dating sites, insisting that he found my profile "fascinating" and simply must get to know me. I replied with a form of my now-usual go-to question: do you think Sarah Palin would be an excellent choice for leader of the free world? (Apologizing for my abruptness, but explaining I don't like to waste time with someone I feel certain won't truly "get" me. Life's too short, right?) Not only did he not answer, but both his original email and my response have completely disappeared from my inbox. It's like he never existed. Maybe I made him up. Heh.
Then there was this guy from yet another site who popped up in my daily "quiver." You are presented with three guys, asked to rate them, and if you rate them highly, they'll notify the guy. The guy seemed really interesting. He was in his late 30s, so...a little younger than me, but pretty much the same age as Hot Med, and I gave him a good rating.
Today he was still in my "quiver," and I noticed his "about me" paragraph has changed a bit. He added a bit to "clarify" that, though he is in his late 30s, he looks much younger, and really isn't looking for anyone older than mid 20s - mid 30s. Harsh! I didn't even send him a message--just clicked the "4 stars" button. Calm down, dude. The cougars aren't coming for you.
I will not call Hot Med because I'm bored...I will not call Hot Med because I'm bored...I will not call Hot Med because I'm bored...
Monday, April 12, 2010
Meh.
As in, Friday night's date was meh.
Oh, he was perfectly pleasant. No real awkwardness, but no real "click," either, I didn't think, on either of our parts. Probably for the best. His work schedule is an absolute killer, and he can't turn down any overtime because he's paying his ex-wife some absolutely insane alimony/child support. (Seriously, dude needs a better lawyer, 'cause...yowza.) He did do one thing that bothered me--as we were leaving he made a lame "joke" along the lines of "and YOU can pay next time." Okay, here's the thing, dude. The check came while I was in the bathroom, and you sent your credit card off with the waitress before I even came back to the table. If you wanted to go dutch, you should not have been so quick on the trigger. I shot back with "I have absolutely no problem with paying, for the record." Maybe he really was just joking, 'cause we'd had the prior discussion about alimony, etc., but...no fair. You didn't even give me a chance to split the bill, so you can't give me shit about it afterward.
So, I think we can cross #4 off the list, along with #2. I'm still really wishing #3 would wise up and realize I'm perfect for him and schedule a second date already, but so far...no such luck. I do hear from New Guy 2.0 (I call him that because they share a first name, a profession, an ethnicity, a tendency to talk about my pretty eyes--heh) from time to time, but so far his crazy schedule has precluded another face-to-face. I'm not sure if I see anything serious happening there, but I would be happy to give it another shot before I write him off.
I am very happy so far with my new car, so that's something, right? And the weather here is absolutely gorgeous.
Now, if I could only figure out why there's a slightly "off" odor coming out of my house's central air vents, life would be all good, eh?
Oh, he was perfectly pleasant. No real awkwardness, but no real "click," either, I didn't think, on either of our parts. Probably for the best. His work schedule is an absolute killer, and he can't turn down any overtime because he's paying his ex-wife some absolutely insane alimony/child support. (Seriously, dude needs a better lawyer, 'cause...yowza.) He did do one thing that bothered me--as we were leaving he made a lame "joke" along the lines of "and YOU can pay next time." Okay, here's the thing, dude. The check came while I was in the bathroom, and you sent your credit card off with the waitress before I even came back to the table. If you wanted to go dutch, you should not have been so quick on the trigger. I shot back with "I have absolutely no problem with paying, for the record." Maybe he really was just joking, 'cause we'd had the prior discussion about alimony, etc., but...no fair. You didn't even give me a chance to split the bill, so you can't give me shit about it afterward.
So, I think we can cross #4 off the list, along with #2. I'm still really wishing #3 would wise up and realize I'm perfect for him and schedule a second date already, but so far...no such luck. I do hear from New Guy 2.0 (I call him that because they share a first name, a profession, an ethnicity, a tendency to talk about my pretty eyes--heh) from time to time, but so far his crazy schedule has precluded another face-to-face. I'm not sure if I see anything serious happening there, but I would be happy to give it another shot before I write him off.
I am very happy so far with my new car, so that's something, right? And the weather here is absolutely gorgeous.
Now, if I could only figure out why there's a slightly "off" odor coming out of my house's central air vents, life would be all good, eh?
Thursday, April 08, 2010
And the dates keep coming.
A Friday night date with Bachelor #4 has now been scheduled.
No additional date with the preferred of last weekend's dates has been scheduled yet, though there has been some brief additional contact. He's busy for the next few days, but insists he "had a great time the other night, just so you know." (Direct quote.) Argh.
Maybe #4 will sweep me off my feet. The chances for that are probably increased, owing to the fact that he works really long hours and lives in a neighboring town several miles away. The guys RIGHT DOWN THE STREET never work out, right? Argh again.
I guess I feel the need to share this info somewhere, and I can't really allude to it on my "Bacefook" page, as Mr. Preferred is a "friend" there. Maybe semi-anonymous blogs do serve a purpose. Heh.
BTW, I told #4 last night that he was not really obligated to laugh at every single thing that comes out of my mouth. He insisted that he found me hilarious. And then mucked that up by saying I reminded him of a co-worker...who annoys the hell out of him, "in a good way." My response: "I don't even know what to make of that." 'Cause I don't. WTF?
Should be an interesting evening.
In other news, I bought a new (used) car. And part of me really wants to go show it to Hot Med, who was always needling me to get a car with better A/C and a working stereo. And then drive away without him in it. I should probably resist that impulse, don't you think? (Assuming he's still in the country. I actually don't know--maybe he freaked out again and headed back to Beirut.)
No additional date with the preferred of last weekend's dates has been scheduled yet, though there has been some brief additional contact. He's busy for the next few days, but insists he "had a great time the other night, just so you know." (Direct quote.) Argh.
Maybe #4 will sweep me off my feet. The chances for that are probably increased, owing to the fact that he works really long hours and lives in a neighboring town several miles away. The guys RIGHT DOWN THE STREET never work out, right? Argh again.
I guess I feel the need to share this info somewhere, and I can't really allude to it on my "Bacefook" page, as Mr. Preferred is a "friend" there. Maybe semi-anonymous blogs do serve a purpose. Heh.
BTW, I told #4 last night that he was not really obligated to laugh at every single thing that comes out of my mouth. He insisted that he found me hilarious. And then mucked that up by saying I reminded him of a co-worker...who annoys the hell out of him, "in a good way." My response: "I don't even know what to make of that." 'Cause I don't. WTF?
Should be an interesting evening.
In other news, I bought a new (used) car. And part of me really wants to go show it to Hot Med, who was always needling me to get a car with better A/C and a working stereo. And then drive away without him in it. I should probably resist that impulse, don't you think? (Assuming he's still in the country. I actually don't know--maybe he freaked out again and headed back to Beirut.)
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
I'm not dead.
In case you were wondering. Just had the blog-blahs, I guess. That, and not much was happening that I felt compelled to blog about.
So, let's see...when we last saw our heroine she was bemoaning the possibility of a white Christmas. How'd that work out for her?
We got a blizzard on Christmas Eve. No hyperbole here, an honest-to-God blizzard. So, Christmas was effectively canceled for those of us who live alone. No Christmas Eve service, no singing of Christmas carols, no Christmas dinner with family or friends, no opening of gifts...it sucked. Moving on...
New Year's was better. Though the Eve itself wasn't great, as my out-of-town friends were a bit delayed in arriving. So we blew off our evening plans and started in with the fun on New Year's Day instead. All was well.
I actually had a boyfriend on Valentine's Day, for the first time in a long time. It was...not so exciting as one might hope. Moving on...
Let's see...started rehearsals for a play in January. The same play I started rehearsals for the previous January. (Longtime readers may remember that it was postponed, due to the new theater building not being ready.) This time there were a few more bumps in the road (cast member broke her ankle, was replaced, replacement tore her rotator cuff, did the show anyway like the trouper she is, we got another freak snowstorm on the first weekend of Spring and lost a sizable chunk of our audience to fear of driving in snow), but we did the show in March and it was great. Much, much fun. I got to yell and throw things, which was great fun, neither being things I do in real life. (I particularly don't throw books and plants--heaven forbid!)
Auditioned for another play, currently in rehearsals, goes up in May. I only have a small part, but I get a musical number--and that's always good. This is a relatively new theatre company, and it's always good to expand your theatrical horizons, right?
Somewhere in there, Hot Med and I started drifting apart. He was working all nights, I work all days...he did his weird "I'm either depressed or bored or homesick, therefore I will stop returning your calls" thing again, and this time I was not compelled to go track him down, let him make a lame excuse about a broken/lost phone, and get back on with things, so...it's done. He needs to do a little growing up. We made it 11 months, almost to the day, and that's really longer than I would have predicted, so...moving on.
I've been "communicating" with a variety of men from different dating websites, and have actually been on dates with three of them. One I liked okay, but he's super-busy and reminds me a lot of old New Guy, and I haven't really decided whether to continue things or not. I had two dates in one day this past weekend (I know!), and found the first of them a little...odd. Nice enough guy, but not much of a sense of humor, and he took everything I said a bit too literally. Maybe a hint of Asperger's? I don't know. The second one I like a LOT, but I'm not sure he's quite so crazy about me. We had a great time, laughing, talking, finishing each other's sentences, he walked me inside, hugged and kissed me good-night (on the lips, no tongue), we both said enthusiastic "let's do this again" things...then the next time I talked to him, he said similar things, but with some qualifiers. You know..."MAYBE we can do it again, SOME TIME, POSSIBLY." Emphasis mine, but...I can read between the lines. (And, in all honesty, I must admit, I used some of those same phrases when parting with the possibly Asperger's guy. Of course, I didn't mix my signals with a hug or a kiss. Ahem.) So...I would be thrilled if we actually see each other again, but I'm not holding my breath. Then last night I had a fairly lengthy phone conversation with yet another guy, and this one laughed riotously at nearly everything I said. I think he was a little nervous--I mean, I'm funny, but I'm not THAT funny--but all in all, it was a pleasant conversation, and I think I wouldn't mind meeting him for a drink. I think it's important to keep busy, on the social life front, so I'm not tempted to call up the swarthy boy, you know? Heh.
Other than that, life's just been keeping on keeping on. I may be buying a new car soon--by which I merely mean less than 15 years old--because my old car needs some front end work, and I think I might have reached my limit on how much more I want to spend on it. We'll see how that goes.
Now, you're all caught up. Wasn't that worth waiting for?
So, let's see...when we last saw our heroine she was bemoaning the possibility of a white Christmas. How'd that work out for her?
We got a blizzard on Christmas Eve. No hyperbole here, an honest-to-God blizzard. So, Christmas was effectively canceled for those of us who live alone. No Christmas Eve service, no singing of Christmas carols, no Christmas dinner with family or friends, no opening of gifts...it sucked. Moving on...
New Year's was better. Though the Eve itself wasn't great, as my out-of-town friends were a bit delayed in arriving. So we blew off our evening plans and started in with the fun on New Year's Day instead. All was well.
I actually had a boyfriend on Valentine's Day, for the first time in a long time. It was...not so exciting as one might hope. Moving on...
Let's see...started rehearsals for a play in January. The same play I started rehearsals for the previous January. (Longtime readers may remember that it was postponed, due to the new theater building not being ready.) This time there were a few more bumps in the road (cast member broke her ankle, was replaced, replacement tore her rotator cuff, did the show anyway like the trouper she is, we got another freak snowstorm on the first weekend of Spring and lost a sizable chunk of our audience to fear of driving in snow), but we did the show in March and it was great. Much, much fun. I got to yell and throw things, which was great fun, neither being things I do in real life. (I particularly don't throw books and plants--heaven forbid!)
Auditioned for another play, currently in rehearsals, goes up in May. I only have a small part, but I get a musical number--and that's always good. This is a relatively new theatre company, and it's always good to expand your theatrical horizons, right?
Somewhere in there, Hot Med and I started drifting apart. He was working all nights, I work all days...he did his weird "I'm either depressed or bored or homesick, therefore I will stop returning your calls" thing again, and this time I was not compelled to go track him down, let him make a lame excuse about a broken/lost phone, and get back on with things, so...it's done. He needs to do a little growing up. We made it 11 months, almost to the day, and that's really longer than I would have predicted, so...moving on.
I've been "communicating" with a variety of men from different dating websites, and have actually been on dates with three of them. One I liked okay, but he's super-busy and reminds me a lot of old New Guy, and I haven't really decided whether to continue things or not. I had two dates in one day this past weekend (I know!), and found the first of them a little...odd. Nice enough guy, but not much of a sense of humor, and he took everything I said a bit too literally. Maybe a hint of Asperger's? I don't know. The second one I like a LOT, but I'm not sure he's quite so crazy about me. We had a great time, laughing, talking, finishing each other's sentences, he walked me inside, hugged and kissed me good-night (on the lips, no tongue), we both said enthusiastic "let's do this again" things...then the next time I talked to him, he said similar things, but with some qualifiers. You know..."MAYBE we can do it again, SOME TIME, POSSIBLY." Emphasis mine, but...I can read between the lines. (And, in all honesty, I must admit, I used some of those same phrases when parting with the possibly Asperger's guy. Of course, I didn't mix my signals with a hug or a kiss. Ahem.) So...I would be thrilled if we actually see each other again, but I'm not holding my breath. Then last night I had a fairly lengthy phone conversation with yet another guy, and this one laughed riotously at nearly everything I said. I think he was a little nervous--I mean, I'm funny, but I'm not THAT funny--but all in all, it was a pleasant conversation, and I think I wouldn't mind meeting him for a drink. I think it's important to keep busy, on the social life front, so I'm not tempted to call up the swarthy boy, you know? Heh.
Other than that, life's just been keeping on keeping on. I may be buying a new car soon--by which I merely mean less than 15 years old--because my old car needs some front end work, and I think I might have reached my limit on how much more I want to spend on it. We'll see how that goes.
Now, you're all caught up. Wasn't that worth waiting for?
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas...
Seriously. This is not a part of the country where we often get snow on Christmas. (We're more likely to get ice, actually.) So, it's not exactly a cherished, long-standing tradition. So, why, why, WHY do perfectly rational adults get all misty-eyed and dreamy about the thought of a "white Christmas"?
Here's what a white Christmas in this part of the country actually entails: people getting stranded in airports trying to get to their loved ones, people getting stranded on roadways trying to get to their loved ones (and worst case scenario, dying in accidents on those roadways), people giving up and staying home instead of trying to be with their loved ones, Christmas Eve church services cancelled--and all for a little bit of white stuff on the ground for a day or two? It never sticks around long here, and it's supposed to be be sunny again over the weekend, so...why is this something to long for, again?
It just strikes me as immensely selfish to WISH for that, just because YOU'RE tucked securely inside with YOUR loved ones. What about the rest of us? You want "White Christmas," watch a movie!
Grrrr...
Here's what a white Christmas in this part of the country actually entails: people getting stranded in airports trying to get to their loved ones, people getting stranded on roadways trying to get to their loved ones (and worst case scenario, dying in accidents on those roadways), people giving up and staying home instead of trying to be with their loved ones, Christmas Eve church services cancelled--and all for a little bit of white stuff on the ground for a day or two? It never sticks around long here, and it's supposed to be be sunny again over the weekend, so...why is this something to long for, again?
It just strikes me as immensely selfish to WISH for that, just because YOU'RE tucked securely inside with YOUR loved ones. What about the rest of us? You want "White Christmas," watch a movie!
Grrrr...
Friday, December 18, 2009
Look what I got!
Whoo hoo!
I took part in Stinky Paws' "International Santa Paws" gift exchange, in which we each agreed to send something hand- or home-made to another blogger. I sent my package off to my assigned recipient earlier this week, and today I got my own.
Looky, looky! As you can see, it is beautiful and completely appropriate, given my standing as the (self-proclaimed) Queen of Accessories. It is layered dichroic glass with sterling silver, and I love, love, love it. Thanks, mystery blogger! (Though, actually, I can pretty much tell from the return address--as could my recipient. Hee.)
And a super big thank-you to Stinky Paws for arranging everything--what fun!
So, what else has been going on? Not just a whole heck of a lot, clearly, as you can tell from my dismal posting record of late. Still seeing Hot Med, who's still having the occasional lapse into jerkdom. I've pretty much figured out how to deal with said lapses and snap him out of it, though. I just treat him like a petulant adolescent, and refuse to let him get me upset.
And so it goes. For now, the good still outweighs the bad. It's really hard to stay mad at someone who says, "ooh...beautiful today" EVERY time he sees you, you know?
Once the holidays and their attendant madness pass, I promise to get back to posting more regularly. It will be my New Year's Resolution. It's either that, or get back to exercising more regularly...gee, wonder which one is more likely to come to pass? Heh.
I took part in Stinky Paws' "International Santa Paws" gift exchange, in which we each agreed to send something hand- or home-made to another blogger. I sent my package off to my assigned recipient earlier this week, and today I got my own.
Looky, looky! As you can see, it is beautiful and completely appropriate, given my standing as the (self-proclaimed) Queen of Accessories. It is layered dichroic glass with sterling silver, and I love, love, love it. Thanks, mystery blogger! (Though, actually, I can pretty much tell from the return address--as could my recipient. Hee.)
And a super big thank-you to Stinky Paws for arranging everything--what fun!
So, what else has been going on? Not just a whole heck of a lot, clearly, as you can tell from my dismal posting record of late. Still seeing Hot Med, who's still having the occasional lapse into jerkdom. I've pretty much figured out how to deal with said lapses and snap him out of it, though. I just treat him like a petulant adolescent, and refuse to let him get me upset.
And so it goes. For now, the good still outweighs the bad. It's really hard to stay mad at someone who says, "ooh...beautiful today" EVERY time he sees you, you know?
Once the holidays and their attendant madness pass, I promise to get back to posting more regularly. It will be my New Year's Resolution. It's either that, or get back to exercising more regularly...gee, wonder which one is more likely to come to pass? Heh.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Why can't all weekends be like that?
By which I mean: four days long and packed with fun.
Thursday I went for the usual Thanksgiving meal with my family. I did take Hot Med with me, which went fine. He accidentally left the gate to the highway (my sister lives on a farm) unlatched, but fortunately realized his error and was able to convey it to me in time for us to corral the dogs (me) and sprint to the gate (him) before any damage was done. Whew. That could have been ugly. Other than that...we ate a lot of food. He ate pretty much everything offered him, and then reclined his seat back and slept most of the hour drive home. Typical American Thanksgiving.
Friday I had plans to meet up with some of my college friends who I last saw when we had a mini "reunion" over the summer. (No Hot Med this time--he had to work.) With kids in tow, we spent several afternoon hours roaming the zoo in some seriously beautiful weather, then had an early dinner at my favorite pizza place. (Note: be prepared, if you ever go to a zoo with someone who WORKS at a zoo. V: "Enjoy that cheetah now--they'll all be gone in about ten years--the gene pool's gotten too limited." Me: "Hey--he's right there. He can HEAR you!" Hee.)
Then the kids were parked at grandma and grandpa's with dad, and the girls went out for an evening of karaoke at a smoke-filled dive bar I'd never been to. We didn't plan to stay long, but...plans sometimes change.
We had ourselves quite a time. There was beer drinking, tequila shots (I wisely abstained from those), some good singing, some bad singing that was nonetheless exceedingly entertaining, some bad singing that was, well...just bad, some of it done by a man I dubbed the Casey Kasem of Karaoke. After each song that he butchered, he had to stand there, mike in hand, and tell us the sad tale behind his choice of that song. Serious downers--dead grandparent, crib death--"and that's why I had to sing this song...to dedicate to her." Come on, dude--my sympathies for your loss(es), but...wrong time, wrong place. We're all here to have fun, and there is NO appropriate way to respond to that. You can't clap, you feel obligated to stop your laughter for a moment and you end up just casting your eyes down, hoping he'll be done soon. And then you start up your raucous good time again, and, according to one of my friends, his wife turns around and stares at your table and mutters something about the need to "kick some ass." Fortunately, she restrained herself, and anyway, I think we could have taken her. The rest of the bar loved us--cheering, asking us to sing backup for them...and one decent-looking guy even hit on me. Not that I was looking to be hit on, mind you...but still. Good times, baby...good times.
Saturday morning I did my usual housecleaning, albeit in an at-most-quarter-assed fashion, had lunch with Hot Med, and then went home and crashed on the couch.
Sunday morning, went to church, grabbed a yummy bagel for lunch, and made plans to pick up Hot Med that evening to accompany me to a friend's birthday party. (Happy birthday, George!) Which took place at my favorite Indian restaurant, and involved selecting, adorning, addressing and sending out postcards, as George feels strongly that the world has gone too far in the direction of cybermail. Snail mail all around! Plus aloo gobi, garlic naan and a smidgen of the restaurant's version of birthday cake, which involved the particular Indian delicacy known to most as Gulab Jamun, but which will always be "scrotum balls" to me, thanks to my old friend Nora. (In all fairness...that IS what they look like.) (And now I can look forward to some interesting google searches, can't I?)
I finished off the weekend by watching the Hallmark Hall of Fame movie about the dog. Don't you just love a good Hallmark Hall of Fame movie and its attendant sappy commercials? I do.
I hope you all had equally wonderful weekends. Now...back to the old grind. Argh.
Thursday I went for the usual Thanksgiving meal with my family. I did take Hot Med with me, which went fine. He accidentally left the gate to the highway (my sister lives on a farm) unlatched, but fortunately realized his error and was able to convey it to me in time for us to corral the dogs (me) and sprint to the gate (him) before any damage was done. Whew. That could have been ugly. Other than that...we ate a lot of food. He ate pretty much everything offered him, and then reclined his seat back and slept most of the hour drive home. Typical American Thanksgiving.
Friday I had plans to meet up with some of my college friends who I last saw when we had a mini "reunion" over the summer. (No Hot Med this time--he had to work.) With kids in tow, we spent several afternoon hours roaming the zoo in some seriously beautiful weather, then had an early dinner at my favorite pizza place. (Note: be prepared, if you ever go to a zoo with someone who WORKS at a zoo. V: "Enjoy that cheetah now--they'll all be gone in about ten years--the gene pool's gotten too limited." Me: "Hey--he's right there. He can HEAR you!" Hee.)
Then the kids were parked at grandma and grandpa's with dad, and the girls went out for an evening of karaoke at a smoke-filled dive bar I'd never been to. We didn't plan to stay long, but...plans sometimes change.
We had ourselves quite a time. There was beer drinking, tequila shots (I wisely abstained from those), some good singing, some bad singing that was nonetheless exceedingly entertaining, some bad singing that was, well...just bad, some of it done by a man I dubbed the Casey Kasem of Karaoke. After each song that he butchered, he had to stand there, mike in hand, and tell us the sad tale behind his choice of that song. Serious downers--dead grandparent, crib death--"and that's why I had to sing this song...to dedicate to her." Come on, dude--my sympathies for your loss(es), but...wrong time, wrong place. We're all here to have fun, and there is NO appropriate way to respond to that. You can't clap, you feel obligated to stop your laughter for a moment and you end up just casting your eyes down, hoping he'll be done soon. And then you start up your raucous good time again, and, according to one of my friends, his wife turns around and stares at your table and mutters something about the need to "kick some ass." Fortunately, she restrained herself, and anyway, I think we could have taken her. The rest of the bar loved us--cheering, asking us to sing backup for them...and one decent-looking guy even hit on me. Not that I was looking to be hit on, mind you...but still. Good times, baby...good times.
Saturday morning I did my usual housecleaning, albeit in an at-most-quarter-assed fashion, had lunch with Hot Med, and then went home and crashed on the couch.
Sunday morning, went to church, grabbed a yummy bagel for lunch, and made plans to pick up Hot Med that evening to accompany me to a friend's birthday party. (Happy birthday, George!) Which took place at my favorite Indian restaurant, and involved selecting, adorning, addressing and sending out postcards, as George feels strongly that the world has gone too far in the direction of cybermail. Snail mail all around! Plus aloo gobi, garlic naan and a smidgen of the restaurant's version of birthday cake, which involved the particular Indian delicacy known to most as Gulab Jamun, but which will always be "scrotum balls" to me, thanks to my old friend Nora. (In all fairness...that IS what they look like.) (And now I can look forward to some interesting google searches, can't I?)
I finished off the weekend by watching the Hallmark Hall of Fame movie about the dog. Don't you just love a good Hallmark Hall of Fame movie and its attendant sappy commercials? I do.
I hope you all had equally wonderful weekends. Now...back to the old grind. Argh.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
And stuff like that and stuff
I used to have a boss who'd say that. He'd end a sentence with it. "Blah blah blah, and stuff like that, and stuff."
Because I know you're just dying for an update on my life (hee), I'll do some quick bullets.
Because I know you're just dying for an update on my life (hee), I'll do some quick bullets.
- Hot Med is still working nights. 5:00 every night this week, PLUS 10-2 on Sunday. That's seven days in a row. His words: "My boss CRAZY." He says he asked why he couldn't have a night off and they said it was "too busy." I still think there may be something of a failure to communicate, but I'm thinking I might see if his brother would be willing to talk to them, to make sure they're understanding what he's asking.
- For the record, NO, I don't like only seeing him for a few hours on the weekend. (I've been asked that, quite sincerely.) Why have a boyfriend if he's not around to go to dinner, take walks, help me lift heavy things in my garage, etc.? At this point it feels more like a weekend booty call than a relationship.
- I have just not been able to "let things go" this week. I'm getting into...well, not "arguments," but let's say "heated discussions" with casual Facebook friends. I printed off the section of our local animal ordinances where it specifies that you are required to provide SHELTER for your outside animals, and I'm preparing to write a note on it and leave it on my neighbors' door. Their pitiful puppy is breaking my heart. In addition to being cold and wet, she's SO starved for attention--sadly, the ordinances don't require you to LOVE your dog, so I figure the best I can do is make them think I'll turn them in. And maybe offer a few bucks toward the purchase of some lumber for a doghouse.
- Maybe I'm cranky because the booty calls are so infrequent? Hmm.....hee.
- The H1N1 flu shot is now available here to anyone who wants it. I'm thinking of trying to get one tonight. I've never had the flu, and I hardly ever even get colds, but...I've got to start rehearsals for another show in a couple of months, and I sure don't want to get derailed by the swine in the midst of things.
- For the record, I am not jealous of or threatened by Sarah Palin because she's an attractive, strong, charismatic woman. I could use those adjectives to describe pretty much every one of my female friends. I abhor Sarah Palin because I disagree with her on every single issue, and because when she speaks, her "grammar" makes my brain hurt. (Can you guess what at least one of the aforementioned "discussions" was about?)
- I just finished reading the autobiography of the woman I portrayed in my recent play, who spent 16 years in prison for a crime she didn't commit. She actually was not "exonerated"--as is often the case, after the original verdict was overturned, the DA was reluctant to admit the mistake, and was prepared to try her again. She agreed to accept a no contest "Alford Plea." (I would, too, after 16 years.) Her lawyers told her she wasn't allowed to speak during the plea hearing. Not a word in her own defense. She was to listen to them read the charges against her, and then she was to sign on the dotted line and walk out the door. She agreed, but it galled her. So, as the prosecutor was reading the charges, she spoke up. "Excuse me, Your Honor." Every eye in the courtroom turned to her, including the panicked ones of her own attorneys. She sweetly continued, "I have a bad taste in my mouth--could I have a glass of water?" Hee!!! I love that. (The judge ordered a glass of water brought to her table. What else could he do?)
- I'm now reading "The Lacuna," by Barbara Kingsolver. I really like it so far. Don't you just love it when one of your favorite authors comes out with a new book? It's like a kid with a shiny new toy. I'm such a geek.
- I tried the new Chipotle that is relatively close to my house. Sadly, I was underwhelmed. Maybe I'll try it again when the staff is more....seasoned. Because when I order a vegetarian burrito, I don't expect the response to be "it'll be about five more minutes before the chicken is done cooking." Umm...okay. Let's just skip the chicken this time. Poor girl. She probably wondered what the hell she'd done when she started to scoop the fajita veggies onto my hapless burrito and I nearly jumped over the counter to stop her. "No! Not those!" In my defense, the fajita veggies include bell peppers, and we all know my feelings about those.
- I finally turned on the heat in my house a couple of days ago. I hate winter. They say this is going to be a bad one. According to the size of the spoons in the persimmon pits, or some such old wives tale. I hope those pits are wrong!
Monday, November 09, 2009
I guess we won't have time to get on each other's nerves
Hot Med's boss has him working all evenings lately. It kind of sucks. When he took the job he was on days, then they added in a couple of nights a week...now it's all nights. Six nights a week, 5-close (11:00 or later). Since I work 8-5, this really cuts down on our weekday interaction.
I think they're taking advantage of him a bit. He doesn't realize he has any say in the schedule--he's afraid to ask for a night off, or a switch back to days, because he thinks he'll be fired. (They've even called him several times to come in at the last minute on what was scheduled to be a night off, 'cause they know he won't say no.) I tried to tell him he surely won't be fired just for ASKING, but I don't think he believes me...so for now he's living with it. And complaining about it to me. He gets a little cranky when he's tired. I think we need to find him a new job.
We went to eat at a Chinese super-buffet this weekend, and they were already playing Christmas Muzak. Unacceptable! I was distracted from the aural torture briefly, though...as Hot Med and the Chinese waitress each smugly mocked the other's pronunciation of "water." Hee. (For the record, neither of them had any room to be mocking.)
So, in glass-half-full mode, I guess the benefit is that if we're seeing each other for such a brief amount of time each week, we'll both be on our best behavior, right?
I think they're taking advantage of him a bit. He doesn't realize he has any say in the schedule--he's afraid to ask for a night off, or a switch back to days, because he thinks he'll be fired. (They've even called him several times to come in at the last minute on what was scheduled to be a night off, 'cause they know he won't say no.) I tried to tell him he surely won't be fired just for ASKING, but I don't think he believes me...so for now he's living with it. And complaining about it to me. He gets a little cranky when he's tired. I think we need to find him a new job.
We went to eat at a Chinese super-buffet this weekend, and they were already playing Christmas Muzak. Unacceptable! I was distracted from the aural torture briefly, though...as Hot Med and the Chinese waitress each smugly mocked the other's pronunciation of "water." Hee. (For the record, neither of them had any room to be mocking.)
So, in glass-half-full mode, I guess the benefit is that if we're seeing each other for such a brief amount of time each week, we'll both be on our best behavior, right?
Sunday, November 01, 2009
And herein lies the problem...
One of the online dating sites I've used in the past just sent me this helpful information:
A Map of Love: your best male matches by state
target: USA sampled: 39200
Your Worst States
Mississippi — 60.1
Arkansas — 60.2
Wyoming — 60.5
Oklahoma — 60.6
South Dakota — 60.9
Your Best States
Massachusetts — 68.9
Oregon — 68.7
Washington — 67.9
Minnesota — 67.7
California — 67.7
A Map of Love: your best male matches by country
target: World sampled: 25207
Your Worst Countries
Saudi Arabia — 42.0
Pakistan — 42.1
Egypt — 43.9
Kenya — 46.3
Malaysia — 48.9
A Map of Love: your best male matches by state
target: USA sampled: 39200
Your Worst States
Mississippi — 60.1
Arkansas — 60.2
Wyoming — 60.5
Oklahoma — 60.6
South Dakota — 60.9
Your Best States
Massachusetts — 68.9
Oregon — 68.7
Washington — 67.9
Minnesota — 67.7
California — 67.7
A Map of Love: your best male matches by country
target: World sampled: 25207
Your Worst Countries
Saudi Arabia — 42.0
Pakistan — 42.1
Egypt — 43.9
Kenya — 46.3
Malaysia — 48.9
Your Best Countries
Israel — 69.3
South Korea — 68.1
Iceland — 67.8
Denmark — 67.3
Netherlands — 67.2
Israel — 69.3
South Korea — 68.1
Iceland — 67.8
Denmark — 67.3
Netherlands — 67.2
Clearly, I've been looking for love in all the wrong places. Hee!
(No, if you're wondering, Hot Med and I haven't broken up again. This information was sent unsolicited. In fact, I watched the Halloween parade yesterday with the entire Med family--we all just kind of pretended that Sis and Nephew had been away on a visit. Everyone was in good spirits. Sis brought back beautiful scarves for me and Sis-In-Law.)
Gotta run--too many things to do in too little time today, but I just had to share those maps.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
It seems all I can manage these days are quickies. (You can read into that anything you like. Heh.)
So, the quickie report:
Opening weekend of the show went very well. A woman I didn't know came up to me after the show opening night, said "I feel like I know you, 'cause I've seen you onstage so often...could I...would you mind if I gave you a hug?" Hug away, strange lady! (Yeah, I know...it's cold and flu season. But she seemed healthy.) It was really sweet, if a bit odd. Nice to know you've touched someone's life, in a small way. Looking forward to next weekend, then looking forward to a break before I go back into rehearsals for the next one, probably some time in late January.
Hot Sis is coming back! Apparently she got back home, realized she'd made a mistake (I wonder if Mama read her the riot act), and booked a flight back to Tulsa. She and Nephew will be here Thursday, I believe, so he'll be able to go trick-or-treating, after all. I hope everyone has learned a lesson about regulating medications.
So, yeah...Hot Med and I are still "on," at least for now. Perhaps he'll dump me again when Sis gets back, and he's not so lonely and bored. Or perhaps I'll dump him this time. Uncertainty keeps life interesting, right? He does really, really want to make his own visit back home now, and I think he should, if it's feasible. Two years without seeing your mother is a long time. He asked what I would want him to bring me back as a gift, if he goes. Easy answer--jewelry and scarves. Hee.
"So You Think You Can Dance" is back. Looks like a most excellent Top 20. I'm a little worried about that designated "Paula Abdul Chair," though. Does this show need her wackiness on top of Mary's, for cryin' out loud?!
Okay, consider yourself updated. I'll let you know if there's any strange hugging next weekend. Ha!
So, the quickie report:
Opening weekend of the show went very well. A woman I didn't know came up to me after the show opening night, said "I feel like I know you, 'cause I've seen you onstage so often...could I...would you mind if I gave you a hug?" Hug away, strange lady! (Yeah, I know...it's cold and flu season. But she seemed healthy.) It was really sweet, if a bit odd. Nice to know you've touched someone's life, in a small way. Looking forward to next weekend, then looking forward to a break before I go back into rehearsals for the next one, probably some time in late January.
Hot Sis is coming back! Apparently she got back home, realized she'd made a mistake (I wonder if Mama read her the riot act), and booked a flight back to Tulsa. She and Nephew will be here Thursday, I believe, so he'll be able to go trick-or-treating, after all. I hope everyone has learned a lesson about regulating medications.
So, yeah...Hot Med and I are still "on," at least for now. Perhaps he'll dump me again when Sis gets back, and he's not so lonely and bored. Or perhaps I'll dump him this time. Uncertainty keeps life interesting, right? He does really, really want to make his own visit back home now, and I think he should, if it's feasible. Two years without seeing your mother is a long time. He asked what I would want him to bring me back as a gift, if he goes. Easy answer--jewelry and scarves. Hee.
"So You Think You Can Dance" is back. Looks like a most excellent Top 20. I'm a little worried about that designated "Paula Abdul Chair," though. Does this show need her wackiness on top of Mary's, for cryin' out loud?!
Okay, consider yourself updated. I'll let you know if there's any strange hugging next weekend. Ha!
Monday, October 19, 2009
What an...interesting weekend.
But no, it certainly wasn't Saturday's lunch date that made it so.
He was...a bit boring. No, he didn't order the sweet-and-sour. And no, he didn't have stubby fingers. He ordered "chicken" with broccoli, took one or two bites, excused himself to go the the restroom and didn't eat any more. He commented positively after the couple of bites he did take (and he did an eggroll for an appetizer), so I'm not sure what that was about. I asked at one point if it was not to his liking, and he said something about NOT being nervous but suddenly having no appetite. Weird.
Other than than, he was just a bit...staid, I guess. Terribly earnest and seemingly a bit humorless. He kept making these "statements" about himself that I presume he makes on all first dates. I really prefer just to let the conversation flow and see what comes out that way, but he was all "Liz, I have something that I need to tell you about myself." Very ponderous, and I'm thinking he's on the sex offender registry or something, but all that followed was a pronouncement that he's looking for a long-term relationship, and doesn't like one-night stands. Oh, thanks for telling me. I was getting ready to invite you back to my place for a quickie.
He used my name a lot...in that way that you're taught to do in seminars and self-help books, and I really don't like that. It seems so transparent to me. We're the only two people at the table; I don't need you to keep referencing my name. I know you're talking to me.
The date lasted about an hour, we did a quick, awkward hug in the parking lot, and there was a mutual exchange of "nice to meet you" but no follow-up "let's do this again sometime."
So, you're thinking, what made the weekend interesting? Clearly it wasn't this fellow.
Well...Saturday morning I had an email from Hot Med's sister-in-law. Apparently all hell broke loose in Med Land after I left it. Sis, who I knew had some clinical depression problems, and had recently gone on a new medication, apparently is full-on bipolar, and had a major, major breakdown, which included a screaming fit in Starbucks, wherein she accused Hot Bro and SIL of keeping her in the country against her will, trying to control her, etc. Sounds like pretty ugly stuff. (And, as Hot Bro said, "so embarrassing." I'm guessing it was in Arabic, too, so they're probably lucky someone didn't call homeland security. Heh.)
She sold some gold jewelry, got enough for plane tickets, and was packed up and off to Lebanon with her son in the course of a few hours.
Not only that, SIL said, but she's convinced Hot Med to get his passport and visa in order and follow her shortly.
Wowza.
Well, about ten minutes after my date with Mr. Earnest ended, I got a phone call. It was Hot Bro, saying Hot Med was being all dramatic and wanted to see me to "say goodbye," and would I mind seeing him, and perhaps trying to reason with him a bit? (They're convinced that Sis's mania-fueled hysterics and manipulations are influencing him too much.)
So I did. I know, I know.
I spent a couple of hours with him that afternoon, and by the time I left he was all "well, maybe I'll go, and maybe I won't. Or maybe I'll just go for a visit."
I have no idea what will happen long-term, but I saw him again yesterday--he came with me to the block party singing gig I had in the afternoon. Hot Bro and SIL came, as well. We all had a nice time--Hot Med was on his best behavior, being all sweet and charming. I don't know that I would say we're "on again," exactly, but apparently we're not so "off again" as I thought.
At least he isn't boring. He is spoiled, and suffering from major "Peter Pan" syndrome, as is his sister, but...he isn't boring. Heh.
The saddest part of the whole thing is the little boy. He was really enjoying his life here--had his little plastic pumpkin ready for trick-or-treating, and not one but two costumes prepared. He was singing with a boys' choir, and excited to wear a special outfit in their Christmas concert. He was learning to roller blade. He was learning a little discipline (though not from his mother). Hot Bro is hoping that they can bring him back here at some point to continue his education, but for now they're just very sad about the whole thing.
So, that was my weekend. How was yours?
He was...a bit boring. No, he didn't order the sweet-and-sour. And no, he didn't have stubby fingers. He ordered "chicken" with broccoli, took one or two bites, excused himself to go the the restroom and didn't eat any more. He commented positively after the couple of bites he did take (and he did an eggroll for an appetizer), so I'm not sure what that was about. I asked at one point if it was not to his liking, and he said something about NOT being nervous but suddenly having no appetite. Weird.
Other than than, he was just a bit...staid, I guess. Terribly earnest and seemingly a bit humorless. He kept making these "statements" about himself that I presume he makes on all first dates. I really prefer just to let the conversation flow and see what comes out that way, but he was all "Liz, I have something that I need to tell you about myself." Very ponderous, and I'm thinking he's on the sex offender registry or something, but all that followed was a pronouncement that he's looking for a long-term relationship, and doesn't like one-night stands. Oh, thanks for telling me. I was getting ready to invite you back to my place for a quickie.
He used my name a lot...in that way that you're taught to do in seminars and self-help books, and I really don't like that. It seems so transparent to me. We're the only two people at the table; I don't need you to keep referencing my name. I know you're talking to me.
The date lasted about an hour, we did a quick, awkward hug in the parking lot, and there was a mutual exchange of "nice to meet you" but no follow-up "let's do this again sometime."
So, you're thinking, what made the weekend interesting? Clearly it wasn't this fellow.
Well...Saturday morning I had an email from Hot Med's sister-in-law. Apparently all hell broke loose in Med Land after I left it. Sis, who I knew had some clinical depression problems, and had recently gone on a new medication, apparently is full-on bipolar, and had a major, major breakdown, which included a screaming fit in Starbucks, wherein she accused Hot Bro and SIL of keeping her in the country against her will, trying to control her, etc. Sounds like pretty ugly stuff. (And, as Hot Bro said, "so embarrassing." I'm guessing it was in Arabic, too, so they're probably lucky someone didn't call homeland security. Heh.)
She sold some gold jewelry, got enough for plane tickets, and was packed up and off to Lebanon with her son in the course of a few hours.
Not only that, SIL said, but she's convinced Hot Med to get his passport and visa in order and follow her shortly.
Wowza.
Well, about ten minutes after my date with Mr. Earnest ended, I got a phone call. It was Hot Bro, saying Hot Med was being all dramatic and wanted to see me to "say goodbye," and would I mind seeing him, and perhaps trying to reason with him a bit? (They're convinced that Sis's mania-fueled hysterics and manipulations are influencing him too much.)
So I did. I know, I know.
I spent a couple of hours with him that afternoon, and by the time I left he was all "well, maybe I'll go, and maybe I won't. Or maybe I'll just go for a visit."
I have no idea what will happen long-term, but I saw him again yesterday--he came with me to the block party singing gig I had in the afternoon. Hot Bro and SIL came, as well. We all had a nice time--Hot Med was on his best behavior, being all sweet and charming. I don't know that I would say we're "on again," exactly, but apparently we're not so "off again" as I thought.
At least he isn't boring. He is spoiled, and suffering from major "Peter Pan" syndrome, as is his sister, but...he isn't boring. Heh.
The saddest part of the whole thing is the little boy. He was really enjoying his life here--had his little plastic pumpkin ready for trick-or-treating, and not one but two costumes prepared. He was singing with a boys' choir, and excited to wear a special outfit in their Christmas concert. He was learning to roller blade. He was learning a little discipline (though not from his mother). Hot Bro is hoping that they can bring him back here at some point to continue his education, but for now they're just very sad about the whole thing.
So, that was my weekend. How was yours?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Another quickie
I can't seem to get my mind wrapped around an entire blog post, so here's the quickie update.
I have a lunch date scheduled for Saturday, with Bachelor #1, at my favorite vegetarian restaurant. (How many dates have I taken there now? I've lost track. Hee.) Will he have stubby fingers? Will he order the sweet-and-sour "chicken"? Time will tell. Coincidentally, this guy's name is the same as the American name that Hot Med liked to use (which bore no relation to his actual name). That's kind of weird. I wonder if he'd mind if I called him Mustapha instead?
Nothing really happening with any of the other guys who've contacted me. Too soon to tell if our "conversations" have completely fizzled out, but we're not burning up the internet with our communiques, for sure.
Other than that...it's raining, endlessly, and I'm pretty busy with rehearsals.
Ta ta for now.
I have a lunch date scheduled for Saturday, with Bachelor #1, at my favorite vegetarian restaurant. (How many dates have I taken there now? I've lost track. Hee.) Will he have stubby fingers? Will he order the sweet-and-sour "chicken"? Time will tell. Coincidentally, this guy's name is the same as the American name that Hot Med liked to use (which bore no relation to his actual name). That's kind of weird. I wonder if he'd mind if I called him Mustapha instead?
Nothing really happening with any of the other guys who've contacted me. Too soon to tell if our "conversations" have completely fizzled out, but we're not burning up the internet with our communiques, for sure.
Other than that...it's raining, endlessly, and I'm pretty busy with rehearsals.
Ta ta for now.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Quickie update
The new (very flattering) profile picture seems to be bringing them out in droves. I'm currently involved in some level of "communication" with 5 different guys, from 4 different dating websites. They can't ALL be losers, can they? (Don't answer that!)
Monday, October 05, 2009
Maybe for good this time
The break-up. Which apparently Hot Med and I have done again. Short story--he's a boy. He may look like a man, but he's nowhere near grown up, and apparently after spending most of his life being coddled by his mother and not working for a living, etc., he's chafing a bit at the obligations inherent in being a responsible adult. Which include the obligations inherent in having a mature, adult relationship.
Whatever, I say. Have a nice life. I'm sure he'll be just fine without me, though he might want to watch how he treats his brother. HIS help is essential for someone living in America with no real working knowledge of written English. Might not want to piss HIM off, dude.
In an effort to speed up the "getting over him" process, I went ahead and made searchable my various online profiles. I've already been contacted by a couple of guys, one of whom says his biggest turn-on is "conversation with intelligent women." Of course, this is my life we're talking about, so I have no doubt that at some point I will discover that he has stubby fingers. Heh.
I'm also deep into rehearsals for the upcoming play and a charity gig my band is doing, so...plenty to keep my myself occupied.
Hot Who?
Whatever, I say. Have a nice life. I'm sure he'll be just fine without me, though he might want to watch how he treats his brother. HIS help is essential for someone living in America with no real working knowledge of written English. Might not want to piss HIM off, dude.
In an effort to speed up the "getting over him" process, I went ahead and made searchable my various online profiles. I've already been contacted by a couple of guys, one of whom says his biggest turn-on is "conversation with intelligent women." Of course, this is my life we're talking about, so I have no doubt that at some point I will discover that he has stubby fingers. Heh.
I'm also deep into rehearsals for the upcoming play and a charity gig my band is doing, so...plenty to keep my myself occupied.
Hot Who?
Friday, September 18, 2009
Cultural divides
Try explaining to your Lebanese boyfriend and his sister why you just bought yourself a set of small bendable plastic figures--one a green fellow with oddly slanted pointy head, and one an orange pony.
"It's Gumby and Pokey!"
Blank stares.
"They had a TV show when I was a kid. They went in and out of books!"
Blank stares.
"Never mind."
"It's Gumby and Pokey!"
Blank stares.
"They had a TV show when I was a kid. They went in and out of books!"
Blank stares.
"Never mind."
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