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Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Single Catch of the Century

So I decided to give online dating another try. I mean the probability that Mr. Right (Now) will come knocking on my door while I'm sitting on the couch are slim to none. Well, unless you exclude the lawn care guy whom I thought was pretty cute but way too short and (I'm certain) way too young, but I digress. Joining the dating site was actually a bit of an ego boost when you look at the NUMBER of men that either "winked" at me or sent an email interested. When you look at the QUALITY, well it's a generous reminder that it takes all kinds in this world to make it go round.

I HAD to post this correspondence in hopes to either warn women, provide some comic relief, and just to prove that the majority of our population could use medication or an inpatient psychiatric stay... or both. It's lengthy, but well worth the time. Happy reading!!

Rick here. confident, but not arrogant.

Hello my name is Rick. I am looking for a fun loving, intelligent, attractive, spontaneous partner. These are all qualities which I possess and am willing to share. I have a big heart and am always aware of those less fortunate. I volunteer in my community and have even tolerated serving at the soup kitchen. I'm a very down to earth person who eschews superficial, phony, materialistic people. I believe in the inner beauty that every person possesses. I am a big believer in environmental causes and have done my part to save the earth. You must love animals as I do. I support many causes for animals. I am willing to tolerate a pet as long as it is clean. I believe the body is a temple and eat healthy and work out regularly and would expect the same from my partner. Working out is pretty much an expectation however please don't be one of those overweight sweaty women who have been showing up at the club. I am a food and wine connoisseur with an impeccable palate. I have dined at some of the finest restaurants in the world and can order in French, Italian, and Spanish. I am very well educated and can carry on conversations on a wide range of subjects from philosophy to world politics. I also have an ability to converse with those less well educated than myself, however I would need to know the educational background of any potential mate. I am very attractive physically and while I keep an open mind, if you would like to be considered in the running, please submit your measurements. I am not a fan of plastic surgery however I know everyone is not as fortunate as myself. I will consider those who have undergone cosmetic surgery as long as it turned out. I take an interest in people's occupations and their career path. Could you tell me about your work history and your current salary? I wish all of you well however I will only be responding to a select few. Good luck.


My Reply  
You clearly have one of two things going on. Either you need medication or you are so tired of dating that you have decided to make a game of it. Either way, it is not shocking that you are still single. Good luck to YOU!

His Response
RE: Rick here. confident, but not arrogant.
You are very perceptive about the content. Sorry I just couldn't help myself when reading your profile. I did enjoy reading your profile and when I read the part "confident, but not arrogant", I just couldn't rsist turning that over to Rick. How do you like your irony? Yeah I know Rick is arrogant and obnoxious but that's just the way I like him. I wouldn't have sent Rick anyway if I didn't like your profile. Sometimes Rick is so subtly obnoxious it can be hard to tell where he is coming from. I take it since you didn't include your measurments you didn't find Rick appealing. In some ways Rick may be disturbingly real. In that case I want you to meet Geraud. To say that Geraud is different, but far less subtle is an understatement. Watch out for Geraud's message, it's interesting.

Thanks for the reply.





His Response Part 2
Exciting, but not psychotic Geraud well maybe not
Hi my name is Geraud.I am looking for someone who is fun loving, outgoing, and vicious. A good sense of smell is a big plus. I saw your pictures and think you are really lukewarm. I think with some work you could have a really nice smile. I may not be the dumbest tool in the shed but I can see right through superfacial people. I think that its very important to be accepting of all people and ideas and reach out to help those less fortune. I am not a maternalistic person. I love all animal feecies. Mostly I like lizards, rare birds, and other erotic animals. I am however allergic to moles which means I cant attend Pauls rituals anymore. I like midgets they look up to me. That is a joke. I have a good sense of humor ladies. I enjoy deep stimulating covservation but im not looking for a brain scientist. I really detect stupid burnettes.

Some deputy from the shariffs apartment made me shave my mullet. I not sure but he may have violated my constipational rights. I saw that guy Harry that lives down the hall this morning. He gave me an obese jesture. I hate him. That girl Dora Dale Jean in my GED class sits in front of me and has gas. I call her phartpounder but not to her chest. She is very large and intimating. She has a shitzoo named skippy. What a stupid name. He doesnt. I am sick of her bothering me and telling me she loves me. I think she is infected with me.

Thats enough about me I dont want you to get two excited. Id like to know more about you. Just tell me what your measuremints are and how much you make. Also Id like to know if you have a crimnal record. even if you dont i still may be interested.





My Reply 
 Hit that block button and secretly wonder if it's my ex-husband being his lovely psychodramatic self. I also decided I should start "dolling" myself up....never know who I'll meet sitting around the house... well except for the church ladies that keep knocking on my door adamant that I need to be saved. Pfffft!

Friday, April 16, 2010

All In A Name

Do you ever need to have a private discussion in a not-so secluded location? It's not necessarily the subject but rather "who's who" of the chatter. I was clearing out texts and chuckled at the perfectly conceptualized nicknames created or earned by various people in... or out of my life. EX used to be quite the snooper (remember boundary issues?) and I originally did this to blanket protection for myself as well as friends. Sounds like the beginning of a CrimeStoppers show, huh? Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Just to share:

Advisor- One fantastic gf that listens to issues and dishes advice as needed. We're all over the board too- makeup, clothing, music. She's younger and gives me a healthy spin on occasion.

Diva- This woman and I think so much alike it's scary. We make similar choices in the love area (so we are both wrong!) that we'll never run out of things to banter. The big difference- she is much more diva fabulous than I. She keeps the whole package up- the hair, the nails, the clothes. And she ALWAYS looks pulled together. Me? Not so much.

Hot Date- A gf that loves to go out and have a good time. We're on the same wave so it works. Her nm was born when EX pickpocketed my cell. It is certainly none of his business to know a bit about my friends, male or female so let him conclude what he wants. Besides, she's gorgeous and IS my hot date for night's out and would be for a guy too if she weren't married. Love her husband by the way, he's "Rusty Balls" but that's a COMPLETELY different story and not what you would think, sorta.

Train- Ex-bf of mine that was a train conductor. Simple nickname for a simple kinda man. He's so sweet but a bit too country. 

Superman- His name was Clark. That's it. I never ended up going out with him. EX saw this on my phone and wouldn't let our son watch Superman or play with those toys for a good 2 months. I'm not joking.

Mitchell- Seems one friend couldn't remember his name, but rather his podunk hometown. Really it should have been: Possessive, Aggressive, Chopperhead, something along those lines. 

Psych- The family therapist I keep saying I'll go out with. He's nice enough, attractive enough, but eh... not quite sure. He asks, I say yes we need to get together, but well... I worry that I'll be the lead subject in a psychoanalysis book "Days and Nights of a Crazy Lady and Her Psychodrama: A Melodrama"  instead of a dinner companion. Even disregarding human nature, his career is to analyze people and their situations and I could keep this man busy for YEARS. This could go really, really bad.

Big, Playa, Deek, Thug- Yes, all those names collared by one. He started as Big- very tall and just as emotionally unavailable as SATC's Big. Then to Playa as he loves the dating game (see Game Over entry). Then edited to Deek and only because I'm a lady and can't openly call a guy a penis. And alas, Thug. Let's just say his arrest record surprised me.... even after he forewarned me of his murky past. Seems he encompasses the last few months as "the past" as well. Pending issues. 

Blue- Just met Blue this past weekend. This nickname took a great deal of consideration. His shirt was blue. Yeah, real soul searching although his nm should be Baby Blue... He's 6 years my junior and that's a huge sticking point but more because he has no kids, never been married.. items I've checked off my "To Do" list and WILL NOT be adding them back. He's cute, super nice and must give it a shot if he STILL wants to go out after Diva and I got him thrown out of a bar with us. Talked for two hours tonight. Will reserve it for a future blog when I know more. 

There's more. Just look at someone and an imaginary bubble sporting a nickname will fluff over their head. Try to be nice too. You don't want to sound to horribly cynical. I learned this after nicknaming someone Fatty-  eh, still rude even if there was truth.. and a story behind it. Imposter would have been more fitting. There's JSwagga, TT (aka Tall Trooper), OMG- perfect, Zele aka Detroit, Roc, Army (guess who from previous blogs), then names given to other friend's men- Divo, Commish, Player (not to be confused with Playa), Rehab, 12, her Army. You get the picture. Set up shop in the middle of a crowded place and have a full discussion with your advisors, divas, and hot dates worry free. I like it.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Favorite Saying

In the endless chatter between myself and Diva Cousin, a new motto for the male drama we share spewed from my lips. Here goes it:

Man UP or Boy OFF!!

Must say, I'm kind of feeling it. Would love to say it to a particular guy. Notice there's no room  for a GUY. Either be a MAN or return to your juvenile adolescence to be clearly tagged BOY and marked off my list... please. Save me some time. Thank you, that's all for now.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Life; Most Definitely Interrupted


As much as I adore today's easy connections, it can have a price by allowing you a glimpse at "what might have been" or even the "what could be." Among all its wonder, it can be a medium to find lifelong connections that may just strike the core of your soul. And in reverse, it may be an avenue to forge unspeakable friendships and has the ability to ruin once-prized relationships. Where you draw that imaginary line can make or break you.

You know, I've always had an ugly disposition toward boundaries. I spent the last few years dealing with drastic changes and consequently, I felt I could handle absolutely anything. I learned to protect my heart and keep others- particularly men- at a distance. So why did one person, one completely unavailable man, seamlessly pry that door open when I didn't even see him pick the lock? It started by a simple "Hey, it's been a long time. How's life?" and has become something more but still should be nothing at all. It's my "what might have been" and I've eluded to it on a few occasions.

When I was 19, I met a guy stationed at Ft. Knox. He had brilliant eyes, a quick wit, infectious laugh, and obnoxious love of screaming-heavy metal rock. We spent hours talking about everything and nothing. I remember laying on his bed watching him hang his uniforms, thinking one day this would end and his life would resume some eight hours away. It was too much at that age... we were both just kids. I wasn't fond of anything military and didn't know how we fit. I walked away without so much as a goodbye. It was easier this way, I would tell myself because were just passing time with each other. He called my house on several occasions (even crying to my dad at 2 am so I've learned) but I just couldn't speak to him. I needed a clean break. His life was already planned out and I would be the one left standing alone. It seemed CMT played the Little Texas video for "What Might Have Been" on a loop. In it, the beautiful woman has one last dance with her military man before he leaves. It made cry every time. One day, I called the barracks only to learn he was gone.

I thought about him off and on over the years, hoping life was everything he wanted and happiness was shining brightly on him. Then technology struck and some 15 years later, we were exchanging pleasantries. In the middle of our first chat, he made my heart stop. Mid-conversation he says he's always wondered what would've happened if he'd just stayed in and took me with him where ever the army sent us. Then he went on typing other nonsense. Waaaaait, hold up..... explain that, I said. As he did, my heart dropped. All I had to do was ask him to stay he tells me later. When he called that night, I was giddy. His voice was exactly the same and his laugh felt so familar. We talked for hours and repeated that over the next several nights. It was an awakening. We had years to catch up on, his newer family, his life, my life. We hung up one night and I felt like HE was the MAN I've been missing. He was all man, no game-guy about him. His primary career (military is his second), his outlook, his planning, all man. And surprisingly, we still clicked, we still laughed, we finished sentences... but there could be no "we." Things were strained in his personal life and this was the worst time to bomb it with an ex-girlfriend. As the weeks passed, he prepared for deployment at a base away from home and our friendship grew. I felt like a teenager again, he felt alive.

Then he left. The day was circled on my calendar. I knew his family hugged and kissed him goodbye that day with strong hearts and heavy smiles. I quietly worked that night praying God would keep him safe. I wondered why he was in my life at that moment. Was this the closure we needed? It sure didn't feel like closure. Was something bad about to happen? Is this just a reminder of opportunities lost? Was this it? Then my phone rang. Running out of a patient room, I fumbled to answer it. It felt as if THAT moment was IT. He was at an air force base preparing to depart. Tears filled my eyes. I just knew I had to let him go. He asked if I was okay, I whispered yes. I was so relieved to hear his voice one more time, I knew I couldn't do it. It was bittersweet. I was so incredibly proud of someone I couldn't talk about. I was proud of the man he's become. I was proud to be his friend. I wanted to take back my choices from years ago. I wanted this life now, I've changed my mind. Don't throw it in my face now. He filled my void and I filled one for him as well. We hung up that night and I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, waiting for an email, a quick long distance call, video chats muffled by helicopter sounds and long-range gunfire... Well, that puts things in perspective. Life goes on. Feelings may not change, but a clearer reality does. I'm not the only one that prays for him, that believes in him. I accept that. I've learned that his friendship, no matter how late, is important to me. I risk nothing but my heart, he risks it all by just being my friend. He's been specifically warned against it. If he walked away tomorrow, I would understand. I've learned that, at a minimum, I still have the ability to love someone- something I thought my EX stripped from me on our roller coaster. Drawing and maintaining that line has been quite difficult. We tiptoe up to it on occasion and it hurts to know he and I will always be just friends. But it lightens my heart to know I am still capable of true and genuine feelings, that he will always love me too "wherever this life takes us," and that for whatever reason, our ending wasn't determined in those concrete block barracks.

With that said, emotional bonds can be far more difficult than a physical encounter. These days, it's so easy to connect with your past, to discreetly bond, to fill specific holes. It's so incredibly easy to be swept into the intoxicating world of what-ifs and could-be. But as time passes, reality stomps that delicate line only to darken it. Feelings remain, but living in the world of "what if" is a huge gamble that may consume the right now. It may well spotlight connection problems in another's personal life and force them to evaluate what they have. That look may provide a chance to repair problems before it's too late, as I think will be the case with my friend. His happiness is most important to me and he owes it to his family to at least try to get back to the good life. This can't exactly be achieved when staying in consistent contact with an old friend. But how do you just ignore what has been there for years? My friend and I have no future, and yet no end. Funny how life is, right back to where we were so many years ago but the stakes are dramatically higher. Another tough lesson (but he's worth it and so is his family) and that's sometimes when you truly care about someone and want them to make unbiased choices, you learn to let them go. It's not goodbye... but "for now." Love stinks.

Monday, January 25, 2010

boys... Guys..... MEN


Okay, this is how I see it. The male species can be found in one of three simple categories. Really, it's that easy peasy. I've met several- of each- during my few years of freedom. After mentally reviewing those I've met, I came to the realization I had never noticed such a difference before. Perhaps it's because I was "a girl" when I exited the dating scene. Now, smack dab in the middle of my 30's, it didn't take long to tag a male as either: a carefree boy, fun loving guy, or manly man. The only question a single woman needs to ask is this: what do you want from a guy?

Here we go:

boys-

Tried and true.... boys will be boys. It's not their looks but personality. You may find a boy at his momma's house on Sunday so she can launder and press his clothes while he is devouring a home-cooked meal and catching the game on TV with pops. If you're a girl, it's not that far off from your own experiences. If you're a woman, leave 'em alone. They have entirely too much growing to do and have much to learn about the world beyond momma's apron strings. They have nonspecific careers and don't hesitate to move from one meaningless job to the next. Expect momma to be the one ordering your flowers on Valentine's Day because he didn't wake up in time. This is not about age, but rather maturity. I've met enough "older boys" to learn it's best to walk before you catch yourself doing his dishes..
Guys-

Guys are fun. Period. They love hanging out. They can be found faithfully on Sunday afternoons shooting hoops, catching a game, in the garage with buddies salivating over their newest high speed machines, or the like. Hot guys tend to have great pickup lines, killer smiles, and it's game on when they are interested. Guys often have decent jobs, some even appear quite professional and that only adds to the attraction. Dates are spontaneous with this type. Here intuition is key. A guy isn't necessarily interested in calming down. Many guys have bachelor characteristics and don't always have deep roots planted for future growth. I married a guy. I divorced a guy. I dated the "how ya doin guy." I tend to be attracted to guys then surprisingly annoyed with the results. Guys can be energetic, edge-of-your seat exciting, and two minutes later- incredibly frustrating. They don't "grow up" past a certain point. These tend to "get by" in life and may do it rather well. But they don't seek more. Future stability is not their primary concern as they "live in the moment." Don't mess with a guy unless you've got your game face on.... and had a good night's sleep.

MEN-

Ahhh, the manly man. Strong, secure, they've got it together and are confident in their choices. Men tend to be in authority or admired careers. They know and actually contribute to their retirement. They own houses. They make people proud. You feel secure with a man. No game here, you know when they are serious. So what's the catch? Men don't always bring the excitement a woman needs from time to time. They are considerate and predictable and stable and strong. I'm not saying they are scrooges by any means, but you know when they close their eyes at night, they will be exactly the same in morning's light. They need women to poke the logs to keep the flames from smoldering out.
The way I see it, everything is a trade-off. Once I started dating, I had to ask a few questions and those in my position should too: Do you want to take care of someone? Do you want surprises and nothing too serious? Do you want excitement and thrill? Do you want the future planner? The strong type? To have comfort in security and stability? So here I sit, stuck between guys and men..... Each with pros and cons and with particularly attractive characteristics. I have yet to meet one with the perfect combo. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's because I've been stuck in the "guy" department. Maybe I want the security of a man with the excitement of a guy. Maybe he's out there, maybe not. We'll see.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Parts for the Heart


****Phone Ringing****

Shop Keeper: Thanks for calling the parts department for Keep Your Life On Track. Can I help you?

Me: Yes, I need a new timing belt. Seems mine needs to be replaced.

Shop Keeper: What makes you say that?? Is it still running? Not installed correctly on the pulleys?

Me: It's running..... but BACKWARDS. Like to YEARS AGO and thoughts of the "road not taken" are throwing my days off.

Shop Keeper: Oh, I see. Give me the specs and let's see what we've got.

Me: It's a 1974 model. Pretty straightforward and usually has life running in check. But an old friend has reconnected and tugged the belt- nearly off its pulley. Now it seems to be skipping, if you will.

Shop Keeper: That's no problem. You may not need a replacement. Just let things be as they are and I'm sure the belt will self correct for perfect harmony in no time. Why so worried?

Me: Because sometimes I'm happy it went backwards.
Shop Keeper: Why can't you just do a manual adjustment? Catch up with your old friend, say your peace and be on your way.

Me: Replacing the belt would be easier. In the years apart, significant parts and pieces have combined, for what appears, a great life for my friend and I want that for him. In a matter of weeks, he will be overseas and his future isn't so smooth... but there still isn't a place in it for me upon return. We've shared things that have been put away for years and still have much more to say. We just haven't quite found... or even looked for.... that stopping point. I thought this would be easy, just agree it was nice catching up then say keep in touch and all those lines people don't really mean.

Shop Keeper: And now you wonder about.......?

Me: Timing!!!! Why didn't we have this opportunity years ago? Why now, of all times? Does this mean there is some impending doom? I fear the same things now as then- closure, our definite end and yet no "forward point" either. We've set our own paths in different parts of the country with no innocent intersections. Just give me a new timing belt, erase my odometer, and let us get back on our respective journeys. Time is ticking!

Shop Keeper: Sorry, you're on your own. We don't have a fix, but belts are dependable and will keep things running even when you've lost the map. You're not supposed to feel it tugging along the pulleys and it may even squeak from time to time, but just take it for what it is. Your belt doesn't need to be replaced so don't forget your ultimate destination. And remember one other thing- happiness is sold separately- but it must work with all the other parts for a great trip. Blaze your own path and happy trails!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Her Randomness




A Girl Should Be Two Things:

Classy and Fabulous.

~From Coco Chanel herself.

But reminds me distinctly of Audrey .


Welcome to my restless and rambling stage. Here's a sampling of trivial things that keep my mind ping ponging.

One of my favorite sayings:
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but now I go topless. Well, that just threw "classy" out the window.... but isn't it fabulous?!?!? I've been told a time or two lately that I'm heartless. Not that at all, it's just well protected these days!

Do men have a "nesting" period?? I've witnessed this with a few single, male friends. It happens at 2 different stages- on the brink of turning 40 and as winter approaches. Bizarre behavior... reminds me of watching a squirrel gather nuts. Maybe it's their revelation that their self-created life is a little chilly. Here, they toy with the idea of having a +1. Wonder if it's lasting or just a momentary crisis. Just looking for an explanation.....

I admantly say I will never be swept off my feet- too much of a realist now. Doesn't happen, fantasy world! But deep down, it would be nice to have the RIGHT equally madly "in like" with me man come take me away. So, how can Prince Charming ride to my rescue if I knock him down before he even mounts his horse? ... and I wonder if the horse would mind having 2 child car seats strapped to the sides....

We are all a work in progress. It's good to pause occasionally to check where your arrow is pointing. Turns out, my compass needed adjustment. Note to self: "Settling" is not an option.

Definition of assertive: confidently aggressive or self-assured; positive: aggressive; dogmatic
Hmm, surprising.. tilts to the negative... Sorry dictionary.com but assertive is NOT aggressive. Regardless, it's my new self help topic. I talk to myself about it and it helps!!

Why do people think all nurses want to marry a doctor? Many have innocently asked if I know any doctors to date. Umm, no. You won't find me at the nurse's station in my little white- just barely covering my ass- dress waiting to flirt with a doc. Rather, you're likely to find poo on my pants from a patient's colonoscopy prep and griping about what a jerk some MD was when I had to call him at 3 am.* Working my unit is more like being a contestant on Fear Factor than a speed dating participant.
*This statement does exclude my dear friend Krishna who is nothing less than a perfect physician and dear spouse of my best friend.

My spinning wheels have officially went down the toilet. Coming soon: Peace, love, and shimmies!