Apologies to the five faithful followers of my sad excuse for a blog. And I call myself a writer, among other things. Hmmm....Where have I gone these last three months? I've fallen into an all encompassing love with myself. I'd love to be able to tell you that some dashing young gent has swept me off my feet into a fairy tale romance, but that is just not the case. I am still on Match.com and it has still not yielded high results. I seem to get a lot of guys without pictures. It's one thing to be shy, but if you're not willing to put yourself out there, why would you expect me to waste my time?
Match may be the wrong avenue, but I am still keeping my hopes up. I change my pictures every few weeks to keep things current and I'm forever emailing guys who won't say even a, "hi" back. Many friends have recommended I get offline and get out into the world. I'm all for it and I'm trying. Sure, there is no excuse for not living my life to the fullest, but I'm going to give you one anyway and you can tell me to, go fly a kite, or suck an egg, or whatever other cliche you can think of.
I'M BUSY!!! I'VE BEEN BUSY!!! Plan and simple. I'm working full time in an office during the week, and driving back to NH most weekends to handle properties issues. That said, things should be slowing down in August and I'm committed to staying in Boston on the weekends and only going back to NH every other weekend for one night. Many of you will say that I need to stop working so hard and smell the roses, but I have clear goals in mind for where I want to be in my life in ten years. Of course those ten years include a husband and god willing a gaggle of children, but it also means money. As my favorite chick says, "I'm not turned on by being poor." Even if being poor means having great sex while living in a shanty town. Still not turned on.
I realize everyday more and more that I am meant to be my own boss and that can't happen if I sit on my ass. But don't fret, my pretties. I am going to be making time for me, because God only gave me this one life and I know first hand how things can change. More on that at a later date.
Is anyone on here in a young professionals group or on linked? I'm hearing that it's a good place to be. Also, since no one ever leaves comments...Is that because you can't or won't?
Oodles of noodles for now...
Friday, June 17, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Making my intentions known!
Last night my friend Emmalou, also a newbie to the online dating scene, had a serious online sesh of making our intentions known. We made eachother email at least four guys to let them know we were interested and also that we'd like to grab coffee sometime. Coffee seems like a great start, because if it's awkward then you don't have to sit through an entire meal. But...if there is chemistry you can exchange numbers and meet up for dinner or something more.
I also emailed a couple of guys that showed interest, but that I'm not sure about. I did say that I was serious about earning my MRS, so I guess I need to really put myself out there and go on "practice dates" that could possibly turn into more. The guys have all read my emails, but no one has responded, which can be disheartening, but I'm trying to keep my spirits up.
I'm going for a walk today to work on getting healthy and just being outdoors. An MRS is not just earned by sitting in on a sad Saturday email dudes that may or may not be interested. I'm also working on me and trying to get acquainted with beautiful Boston. I moved here for a reason, not a season.
Sidebar: The Greek guy wrote back something stupid again about not knowing how lucky I was to have met him. I've decided he's not worth my time. I don't want to have to teach a man how to have swag and how to approach me.
Toodles for now...next up...learning to cook for one, but subconciously buying food for two.
I also emailed a couple of guys that showed interest, but that I'm not sure about. I did say that I was serious about earning my MRS, so I guess I need to really put myself out there and go on "practice dates" that could possibly turn into more. The guys have all read my emails, but no one has responded, which can be disheartening, but I'm trying to keep my spirits up.
I'm going for a walk today to work on getting healthy and just being outdoors. An MRS is not just earned by sitting in on a sad Saturday email dudes that may or may not be interested. I'm also working on me and trying to get acquainted with beautiful Boston. I moved here for a reason, not a season.
Sidebar: The Greek guy wrote back something stupid again about not knowing how lucky I was to have met him. I've decided he's not worth my time. I don't want to have to teach a man how to have swag and how to approach me.
Toodles for now...next up...learning to cook for one, but subconciously buying food for two.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Conversation 101
In case it hasn't been clear through the four or so blogs I've posted...I'm a talker. I love it. It's the thing I do best and it will be my second best trait after I receive my MRS. I love talking on the phone and in person, over dinner, or with a glass of wine. I love it so much that a couple of times, I'm lost my voice from overuse. I'm a curious questioner. I consider myself good at being able to start and hold a conversation with a person. Well....
Navigating the world of online dating with it's cyber winks and emails and reverse communication can be tough, but I forced myself to email this guy that I thought had two things that are crucial: Nice teeth, and nice eyes. I noticed that he was also Greek from his profile and asked him if he was bilingual. He answered my question and asked nothing in response. NOTHING!!!!! Immediately, I thought, Dating DUD! But I'm constantly trying to give people another shot, thinking that maybe the first time around they pressed enter too quickly and didn't mean to send an email that was going nowhere. I wondered if maybe he wasn't interested, but then why send a reply at all. Then, I thought maybe he was shy. I wrote again saying something about my also being bilingual. And wouldn't you know it, he responded accordingly and added a question. And here folks is that question:
"So how's Match going for you?"
Oh no he did not just ask me the DUMBEST question!! I'm not even sure what purpose it serves to ask me that. You might think I'm being harsh here, but seriously unless this is a "Let's make friends site" then why would he ask a thing like that. I was ready to dub him conversationally retarded when my friend Linda stepped in. She noted that he truly might be shy and also be trying to gauge how many other guys I'm talking to. She offered me the best thing to say to him as a way of kicking him in his socially inept ass and making it clear that I am interested and he should hurry up and act appropriately. We'll see what happens.
Another great thing about what Linda suggested was that it forced me out of my comfort zone. I really do believe that you have to love yourself to find love, as I said early on. But more importantly you have to be open to it, and I've been so afraid of feeling vulnerable enough to let a guy in, that I tend to be sarcastic funny instead of sexy/flirty funny. That might not make sense, but basically I'm realizing that I'm too scared to say something that might actually move things forward with a guy. It's like fear of being happy, because you expect the worse. Enough sappy. Bottom line is in MRS 101 you are never to afraid to go after a man or make it clear to him that you are interested in more than friendship.
Happy loving!
Footnote: The morse code nerd never wrote back. All that dash/dot cracking for nothing. But here's a thought. Maybe bannana stuffed french toast was a euphemism. We'll never know.
Navigating the world of online dating with it's cyber winks and emails and reverse communication can be tough, but I forced myself to email this guy that I thought had two things that are crucial: Nice teeth, and nice eyes. I noticed that he was also Greek from his profile and asked him if he was bilingual. He answered my question and asked nothing in response. NOTHING!!!!! Immediately, I thought, Dating DUD! But I'm constantly trying to give people another shot, thinking that maybe the first time around they pressed enter too quickly and didn't mean to send an email that was going nowhere. I wondered if maybe he wasn't interested, but then why send a reply at all. Then, I thought maybe he was shy. I wrote again saying something about my also being bilingual. And wouldn't you know it, he responded accordingly and added a question. And here folks is that question:
"So how's Match going for you?"
Oh no he did not just ask me the DUMBEST question!! I'm not even sure what purpose it serves to ask me that. You might think I'm being harsh here, but seriously unless this is a "Let's make friends site" then why would he ask a thing like that. I was ready to dub him conversationally retarded when my friend Linda stepped in. She noted that he truly might be shy and also be trying to gauge how many other guys I'm talking to. She offered me the best thing to say to him as a way of kicking him in his socially inept ass and making it clear that I am interested and he should hurry up and act appropriately. We'll see what happens.
Another great thing about what Linda suggested was that it forced me out of my comfort zone. I really do believe that you have to love yourself to find love, as I said early on. But more importantly you have to be open to it, and I've been so afraid of feeling vulnerable enough to let a guy in, that I tend to be sarcastic funny instead of sexy/flirty funny. That might not make sense, but basically I'm realizing that I'm too scared to say something that might actually move things forward with a guy. It's like fear of being happy, because you expect the worse. Enough sappy. Bottom line is in MRS 101 you are never to afraid to go after a man or make it clear to him that you are interested in more than friendship.
Happy loving!
Footnote: The morse code nerd never wrote back. All that dash/dot cracking for nothing. But here's a thought. Maybe bannana stuffed french toast was a euphemism. We'll never know.
Monday, March 14, 2011
If you figured this out I’d like to hear from you… banana stuffed French toast
????????? I have no response and the novelty has worn off. If you're going to write in friggin' morse code then say something. Next blog shall be aptly named, DATING DUDS...
Footnote: Someone told me today that she didn't see me getting married unless I went to Greece to find someone. Because apparently in Greece there are many men navigating the tobacco fields in search of women.
I pressed her further and she just said that it was hard in America to find a husband at thirty. p.s. Sure, I'd love a domineering Greek male husband. For reals. However, I will settle for an egocentric American that will let me raise my kids Greek Orthodox and help me force them to go to Greek school. P.P.S. I am primarily in search of a mister mistah that understands and appreciates an ethnic woman. So, in closing to the woman (a family member) who told me she didn't think I would get married if I didn't go to Greece.... SUCK IT!!!!!!
Footnote: Someone told me today that she didn't see me getting married unless I went to Greece to find someone. Because apparently in Greece there are many men navigating the tobacco fields in search of women.
I pressed her further and she just said that it was hard in America to find a husband at thirty. p.s. Sure, I'd love a domineering Greek male husband. For reals. However, I will settle for an egocentric American that will let me raise my kids Greek Orthodox and help me force them to go to Greek school. P.P.S. I am primarily in search of a mister mistah that understands and appreciates an ethnic woman. So, in closing to the woman (a family member) who told me she didn't think I would get married if I didn't go to Greece.... SUCK IT!!!!!!
Morse Code Monday
I'm a mere twenty-four hour into the world of Match.com and already I'm getting more play than I did in six months of E-Harmony. The twists, turns, and terror of E-Harmony are for another time. I'm brokering deals with four prospects right now. Okay, not deals exactly, but everything sounds cooler in investment banker lingo. They too must wait for another time, because I'm focused on one at this very moment.
He's thirty-one. Older than me is always a bonus. His pics make him seem kind of dorky, but his tag line is totally a line from a Michael Buble song. And I love me some Michael Buble. His credentials, if not made up, make him a super genius. We're talking MENSA smart. I'm quasi-intimidated by a lot in life, but I'm also not afraid to be me. First step in become a MRS. Fall in love with yourself. I love me!!! Back to my potential man of a thousand words.
He didn't cyber wink at me. Instead he emailed me, which I actually find sexy. It's the cyber equivalent of walking up to a stranger and saying hello. What did man-genius say in his email you ask? Well, so far I have only translated this: If you figure this out I'd like to hear... That's it, that's all I got. Why you ask? ITS IN MORSE CODE!!!!!!, The dude wrote me a message using morse code. Yup, that's right dots and dashes only. At first I thought..."Crazy weirdo did what?" But then I chillaxed, sat back into my mass of pillows and
smiled at the creativity. I'm a sucker for the creativity. Not only is it different, but he had to put extra time and effort into it. And it shows that he has some confidence. Other guys probably wouldn't write anything so fanciful for fear of not getting a response. This guy is not only expecting one, but he's challenging me to be smart enough to figure it out. Genius.
No, I'm not in love, and truthfully I get the sense that we would probably just end up being friends, but you never know. Practice makes perfect for MRS and I could use a little PG canoodle.
When I do crack the code, should I write back in Morse Code or is that too obvious? I thought about writing back in Greek and making him figure it out. I think I'm a dork at heart.
Happy loving for now! Ooh, three followers... I'm feeling cooler every day. : )
Footnote: Should I go public with my blog? I don't mean pay for an ad in the local paper, but should I make it so people can see it if they stumble across something on Google?
He's thirty-one. Older than me is always a bonus. His pics make him seem kind of dorky, but his tag line is totally a line from a Michael Buble song. And I love me some Michael Buble. His credentials, if not made up, make him a super genius. We're talking MENSA smart. I'm quasi-intimidated by a lot in life, but I'm also not afraid to be me. First step in become a MRS. Fall in love with yourself. I love me!!! Back to my potential man of a thousand words.
He didn't cyber wink at me. Instead he emailed me, which I actually find sexy. It's the cyber equivalent of walking up to a stranger and saying hello. What did man-genius say in his email you ask? Well, so far I have only translated this: If you figure this out I'd like to hear... That's it, that's all I got. Why you ask? ITS IN MORSE CODE!!!!!!, The dude wrote me a message using morse code. Yup, that's right dots and dashes only. At first I thought..."Crazy weirdo did what?" But then I chillaxed, sat back into my mass of pillows and
smiled at the creativity. I'm a sucker for the creativity. Not only is it different, but he had to put extra time and effort into it. And it shows that he has some confidence. Other guys probably wouldn't write anything so fanciful for fear of not getting a response. This guy is not only expecting one, but he's challenging me to be smart enough to figure it out. Genius.
No, I'm not in love, and truthfully I get the sense that we would probably just end up being friends, but you never know. Practice makes perfect for MRS and I could use a little PG canoodle.
When I do crack the code, should I write back in Morse Code or is that too obvious? I thought about writing back in Greek and making him figure it out. I think I'm a dork at heart.
Happy loving for now! Ooh, three followers... I'm feeling cooler every day. : )
Footnote: Should I go public with my blog? I don't mean pay for an ad in the local paper, but should I make it so people can see it if they stumble across something on Google?
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Things have taken a turn...
Fellow followers, the two of you that I see, the many more that will surely sign up after...I am changing my blogging course. I had a change of heart after watching the movie, Julie/Julia this weekend. In case you haven't had the pleasure, I'll give you a brief synopsis. This woman named Julie decides to start a blog, which will document her year long attempt to get through Julia Child's cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking. The movie, aside from giving me a craving for deelish food, made me realize that I was wrong in thinking that a blog could be about nothing. In fact, it should and in my very narrow minded opinion, MUST be about something.
Like movie Julie, I too hope to be a writer, or like to think of myself as a writer. I did after all get my master's in non-fiction writing. Or as my ex-pat superstar friend says, The Masters of Fuck All!! Unlike Julie, I do not hope that this attempt at blogging will turn into a book deal. However, like Julie, I too need to force myself to commit to something daily, which is why I've decided to document my year long attempt to find me a mister mister. Lame, you might be saying, because who cares really about my inability to find a man, or my general lack of confidence, or any of that ho hum, hum drum, silliness that a dating blog would entail. And others are thinking, hurrah, I can read about this woman's dating blunders and foibles, all while keeping mine private.
As you already know I moved to Boston, and while finding a man wasn't my reason, this great city is as good a place as any to try and find him. So....to start I did what my friend Brita (yes, like the water filter) suggested and signed up for match.com for six months with the match guaranteed. Meaning, if I don't find THE ONE in six months I get six more months free of trying to find him.
Match is just my first step. I plan on fully immersing myself into MRS training. : )
Those are the basics. I will fill you in with more, manana.
Wish me luck!!!
Footnote: The idea of this frightens me and gives me anxiety beyond belief. I hate the idea of putting my attempts at dating on display, but someday I hope to publish essays about my family and if I can't even share this part of my life with a small corner of the world, then how will I ever do more?
Like movie Julie, I too hope to be a writer, or like to think of myself as a writer. I did after all get my master's in non-fiction writing. Or as my ex-pat superstar friend says, The Masters of Fuck All!! Unlike Julie, I do not hope that this attempt at blogging will turn into a book deal. However, like Julie, I too need to force myself to commit to something daily, which is why I've decided to document my year long attempt to find me a mister mister. Lame, you might be saying, because who cares really about my inability to find a man, or my general lack of confidence, or any of that ho hum, hum drum, silliness that a dating blog would entail. And others are thinking, hurrah, I can read about this woman's dating blunders and foibles, all while keeping mine private.
As you already know I moved to Boston, and while finding a man wasn't my reason, this great city is as good a place as any to try and find him. So....to start I did what my friend Brita (yes, like the water filter) suggested and signed up for match.com for six months with the match guaranteed. Meaning, if I don't find THE ONE in six months I get six more months free of trying to find him.
Match is just my first step. I plan on fully immersing myself into MRS training. : )
Those are the basics. I will fill you in with more, manana.
Wish me luck!!!
Footnote: The idea of this frightens me and gives me anxiety beyond belief. I hate the idea of putting my attempts at dating on display, but someday I hope to publish essays about my family and if I can't even share this part of my life with a small corner of the world, then how will I ever do more?
Monday, February 28, 2011
Colosto-me some wine-O
So...it's been a while, but I'm back for a minute. I wasn't posting anything because I kept wanting my blog to be something substantial and awe-inspiring. Then, I stepped down from my kushy mattress and onto the cold wooden floor with my flat feet. I look down at the trailer toe nail polish chipped away and thought....It's a friggin' blog. It can be about nothing or everything. Back to that later. For now I wish to share a cautionary tale of alcohol intake and dreams of Lent inspired sobriety...
Last night were the famed, Academy Awards, aka, The Oscars. Of course my home-slice Emmalou and I were going to be watching. Her apartment, because as of now I still have no t.v. at my place. On Friday we bought a box of world renowned Chardonnay by Franzia. I'm sure you're thinking, Franzia, that sounds expensive. Well, my friends, you couldn't be more wrong!!!! The genius in box o'wine, aside from it being the urostomy bag o'wine, is the price. Only $13.99 for three bottles worth of wine. And yup, you guessed it, Emmalou and I drank at least 3 liters last night.
Now, before you throw up the way I did at approximately midnight, let me reassure you that as disgusting as it sounds, it felt good going down. Just not coming up!!!! Sorry to be gross. Not everything in life can be pretty smells and fanciful dreams. Sometimes it's just slob-kabob hangovers and super sloppy drinkfests! And if this is the first place for you to realize that, then I've done my duty for the day.
I'd love to tell you that I learned a great lesson and that I will never drink that much again. I'm sure I won't for a while, but like Justin Bieber says, Never say never! However, not all hope is lost. My Lent begins Monday, March 7th and in addition to going vegan I will not be drinking any alcohol. Sad yes, good for the health of my liver, double yes!!!
Footnote: Like I said, I don't believe a blog has to be about any one subject. For me personally, it's about writing and trying to improve my writing. Sure, this blog isn't exactly exemplary writing, but the bottom line is it allows me to consider my craft more and work harder on the essays I hope to publish. That's all for now folks.
Happy drinking!
Last night were the famed, Academy Awards, aka, The Oscars. Of course my home-slice Emmalou and I were going to be watching. Her apartment, because as of now I still have no t.v. at my place. On Friday we bought a box of world renowned Chardonnay by Franzia. I'm sure you're thinking, Franzia, that sounds expensive. Well, my friends, you couldn't be more wrong!!!! The genius in box o'wine, aside from it being the urostomy bag o'wine, is the price. Only $13.99 for three bottles worth of wine. And yup, you guessed it, Emmalou and I drank at least 3 liters last night.
Now, before you throw up the way I did at approximately midnight, let me reassure you that as disgusting as it sounds, it felt good going down. Just not coming up!!!! Sorry to be gross. Not everything in life can be pretty smells and fanciful dreams. Sometimes it's just slob-kabob hangovers and super sloppy drinkfests! And if this is the first place for you to realize that, then I've done my duty for the day.
I'd love to tell you that I learned a great lesson and that I will never drink that much again. I'm sure I won't for a while, but like Justin Bieber says, Never say never! However, not all hope is lost. My Lent begins Monday, March 7th and in addition to going vegan I will not be drinking any alcohol. Sad yes, good for the health of my liver, double yes!!!
Footnote: Like I said, I don't believe a blog has to be about any one subject. For me personally, it's about writing and trying to improve my writing. Sure, this blog isn't exactly exemplary writing, but the bottom line is it allows me to consider my craft more and work harder on the essays I hope to publish. That's all for now folks.
Happy drinking!
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