Consistently finding yourself in rooms full of women is probably not the best way to try and meet a man. However, this is the situation I've been finding myself in a lot lately. Between the Junior League, the Symphony Guild, and a Women's Retreat with my mom, I have been surrounded by large groups of women. This is not to say that I don't enjoy spending girl time. It's just it's been a bit much lately. I'm more in need of the one on one type of connection or the let's get crazy and flirt some. Fortunately, thanks to my WONDERFUL girlfriends, I will be experiencing both this coming weekend.
Ironically, I joined the Junior League and Symphony Guild to expand my social circle and half-assed hoped I'd meet some new men. However, men do not hang out in these type situations (Duh, I know). I did think that with friends of friends, family members, whatever that it might be possible. Most everyone, however, is already married and doesn't know any singles. And I am NOT into breaking up marriages. As pointed out by a younger friend of mine, even if your friends know people and even suggest that you should date them, it normally doesn't work out. Why--usually an introduction isn't made. This is NOT something I've experienced personally.
As for my dating life, I had 2 dates last week. The first seemed full of potential. We had a great phone conversation (I didn't want to get off the phone after an hour--this is unheard of), he loved sports, worked in sports, similar backgrounds. He was fun to talk to--what a novel idea! Then we met. I know I probably sound like I'm starting to whine and/or my "list of requirements" is unreasonable and/or I'm just too picky. Whatever--his teeth were BUSTED. I couldn't stop staring at them. Plus, he clucked when he talked. That did not occur on the phone, FYI. So even though I was interested in what he was saying, I couldn't concentrate because of the shit going on in his mouth. Plus, it's the 21st century; there is no excuse for bad teeth. NEXT!
The second was similar in terms of we'd talked on the phone and it went really well. The date went really well too despite some of my own shortcomings....I've been swamped at work. I'm trying to figure out 5 years of inventory crap and I'm NOT an accountant. I'm swimming in spreadsheets and trying to compare figures all day every day. Fine, work sucks. Last Thursday, I come home from work around 530pm. I sit down on the couch and next thing I know I wake up at 640pm. I'm supposed to be at the restaurant at 7pm and it takes 15-20 minutes to get there. I haven't re-applied makeup, changed, nothing, plus I'm feeling confused as I just woke up and it takes me 5 minutes to realize where I have to be. I text him and say I'm running late--won't be there til 715pm. He says fine, no problem. I manage to pull myself together, look reasonably cute, and arrive at 710pm. Yes, I am awesome and no, I didn't get a speeding ticket. But when I arrive, I am discombobulated, numbers are still swimming in my head, and start babbling about work. He is getting his Master's in Accounting, however, so he was interested in my non-sense about inventory. Overall, the date went really well once I got it together and had a glass of wine.
At the end, he asked twice if I'd like for him to call again. I said yes definitely. Here's hoping there's a 2nd date with this one. But after my lackluster initial performance, who knows?
Have another date Wednesday night....
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Overeagerness is NOT attractive - Part 2
A while back prior to Overeagerness is NOT attractive aka Mr. Grenada, the same girlfriend and I were out at the Epicenter in Charlotte. We were having drinks, chatting, and lounging on these comfy love seats they have at Mez. A friend of a friend of my friend was there and started chatting us up. He was cute and again, I was hoping he would have cute friends and again, alas he didn't. He did, however, have Jimmy. Jimmy is about 5'5" (that's being generous) and was convinced he was one of the most connected men in Charlotte. That might or might not be the case, but who goes around talking about it?
Jimmy and I are introduced. Immediately, Jimmy asks how in the world I can be single. I hate this question as most single people do. In fact, it is #3 in the top 19 Things You Should Never Say to a Single Person on MSN. Maybe, I'm too picky; maybe, I just haven't found "him" yet; bottom line, I'm not sure. I think I'm wonderful but I haven't found a special someone that I think is wonderful back.
I digress. Jimmy proceeds to go on and on that he is going to convince me to marry him by the end of the night. SAY WHAT!? I think to myself you are short, overeager, and clearly is too big for his britches--why would I ever be interested...YUCK! Somehow, my friend and I are unable to get away from Jimmy and Jimmy keeps berating me with how I'm beautiful, so worldly, and so shouldn't be single. This lasts until 3am. Again, I'm an idiot and give the correct phone number. (Why do I do this?) I also make the fatal mistake of getting pizza with him afterwards. At which point, he then starts trying to get me to go home with him. Friend has already left with her then boyfriend.
Compliments have certainly worked their charm on me before and have persuaded me to go home with boys that I wouldn't have usually go home with, but Jimmy and his talk of marriage has me literally contemplating maybe I don't ever want to marry ANYONE. Mind you--at this point, I'm almost 30 (now I've already joined the club) and marriage is kind of looming in the background (why aren't I there yet, all of my friends are kind of head talk). And this guy has made of scared of it! So home I head wondering where are all the normal ones?
Next day, he calls, texts, and finds me on Facebook and tries to persuade to A) go out that Saturday night B) we are perfectly suited for each other. I ignore the offers to go out but strangely accept the FB request. Fast forward a few months, I see he is engaged about 6 months after the episode at the Epicenter. How has he had time to meet, date, and get engaged in 6 months? Man, he seriously was on a mission and really wasn't kidding with me. Hmmmm...fast forward another 3 months, his FB status no longer says engaged and GUESS WHAT--he winks at me on Match.com. WTF--I have officially come full circle.
Jimmy and I are introduced. Immediately, Jimmy asks how in the world I can be single. I hate this question as most single people do. In fact, it is #3 in the top 19 Things You Should Never Say to a Single Person on MSN. Maybe, I'm too picky; maybe, I just haven't found "him" yet; bottom line, I'm not sure. I think I'm wonderful but I haven't found a special someone that I think is wonderful back.
I digress. Jimmy proceeds to go on and on that he is going to convince me to marry him by the end of the night. SAY WHAT!? I think to myself you are short, overeager, and clearly is too big for his britches--why would I ever be interested...YUCK! Somehow, my friend and I are unable to get away from Jimmy and Jimmy keeps berating me with how I'm beautiful, so worldly, and so shouldn't be single. This lasts until 3am. Again, I'm an idiot and give the correct phone number. (Why do I do this?) I also make the fatal mistake of getting pizza with him afterwards. At which point, he then starts trying to get me to go home with him. Friend has already left with her then boyfriend.
Compliments have certainly worked their charm on me before and have persuaded me to go home with boys that I wouldn't have usually go home with, but Jimmy and his talk of marriage has me literally contemplating maybe I don't ever want to marry ANYONE. Mind you--at this point, I'm almost 30 (now I've already joined the club) and marriage is kind of looming in the background (why aren't I there yet, all of my friends are kind of head talk). And this guy has made of scared of it! So home I head wondering where are all the normal ones?
Next day, he calls, texts, and finds me on Facebook and tries to persuade to A) go out that Saturday night B) we are perfectly suited for each other. I ignore the offers to go out but strangely accept the FB request. Fast forward a few months, I see he is engaged about 6 months after the episode at the Epicenter. How has he had time to meet, date, and get engaged in 6 months? Man, he seriously was on a mission and really wasn't kidding with me. Hmmmm...fast forward another 3 months, his FB status no longer says engaged and GUESS WHAT--he winks at me on Match.com. WTF--I have officially come full circle.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Marriage Minded--what?!
If this doesn't sound like a scam, I don't know what does. Even more funny is that I've received this same email at least 3 times. Therefore, I felt I just had to post...
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Overeagerness is NOT attractive
Being overly eager does not an attractive date make. Sure, you want them to like you (assuming you like them), you want them to call and text, but paying an inordinate amount of attention is a TOTAL turnoff. Allow me to explain.
This past Friday, I went out with a girlfriend. We went to dinner and then went to have drinks at the Gin Mill. It's usually a pretty low key place with a decent crowd and usually some cuties. This point was proven when Mr. Michigan approached. He was a little younger, 27, and attracted to my friend. Great--I was hoping he would have a cute friend in tow but alas that was not the case. As they continued chatting, I looked around to see if perhaps there might be a cutie for me. Then, Mr. Grenada approaches and states in a Caribbean/pseudo English accent that in Grenada, I would certainly not be single and I should join him and his friends. My friend was, meanwhile, still being entertained, so I joined them. Partly out of boredom, but I'm also a sucker for a compliment no matter how ridiculous.
Mr. Grenada pulled out my chair to allow me to sit down (very gentlemanly) and we chat. He then proceeds to say he is going to take me on a date this coming week and how very, very, very much he likes me. At this point, I'm sort of playing along and he is nice. I'm just not attracted to him that way. Mr. Michigan is still hitting on my friend and starting to make a bit of a fool of himself. Mr. Grenada comments why is Mr. Michigan's every other word the f-bomb. To which I reply, I don't know but he seems like a moron. (Always a shame when they are cute but douche bags. Also a shame when they are nice but you're not a attracted)
The night continues with Mr. Grenada continuing to talk about this future date and at this point, I'm really wanting to go home and do not want to go out with him. But I'm an idiot and when he asks for my number, I give it to him and the real one. I know--shame on me, but I felt bad he was nice. Mr. Michigan proceeds to pee in the tree on the roof deck, comes back to the table, calls Mr. Grenada a "negro" (YES OMG-my friend and I were MORTIFIED), and then Mr. Michigan is kicked out of the bar. So my friend and I are gushing apologies at the idiocy of Mr. Michigan. (Sidenote: Both of us are very Southern, but under NO circumstance is using negro or the other n word EVER EVER appropriate.) Obviously, it is time to go. Mr. Grenada walks us to the car and what do you know but Mr. Michigan is waiting outside for us to come out. We dodge him and hop in the car.
Fast forward to Saturday (yes, the next day), Mr. Grenada calls and texts within an hour of each other. I reply saying I'm with family and will be for the weekend (which is true) and will call Mon. He texts on Sunday saying he hopes I am having fun with the family. He texts Monday and calls twice. He texts again on Tuesday. Come on man--clearly, I'm busy and/or don't want to talk. Give up the goose. I realize it is my fault for giving him my number and I should grow some balls and just say I'm not interested. Honestly though, even if I was REALLY attracted to him, I wouldn't want or need this much attention within 4 days of meeting him. I've dated guys for years and not gotten this many messages or phone calls within such a short period.
Plus, I leave for the Dominican Republic in 3 days! ...for my 30th...EEK!! I have another similar story but I'll save it for another post...
This past Friday, I went out with a girlfriend. We went to dinner and then went to have drinks at the Gin Mill. It's usually a pretty low key place with a decent crowd and usually some cuties. This point was proven when Mr. Michigan approached. He was a little younger, 27, and attracted to my friend. Great--I was hoping he would have a cute friend in tow but alas that was not the case. As they continued chatting, I looked around to see if perhaps there might be a cutie for me. Then, Mr. Grenada approaches and states in a Caribbean/pseudo English accent that in Grenada, I would certainly not be single and I should join him and his friends. My friend was, meanwhile, still being entertained, so I joined them. Partly out of boredom, but I'm also a sucker for a compliment no matter how ridiculous.
Mr. Grenada pulled out my chair to allow me to sit down (very gentlemanly) and we chat. He then proceeds to say he is going to take me on a date this coming week and how very, very, very much he likes me. At this point, I'm sort of playing along and he is nice. I'm just not attracted to him that way. Mr. Michigan is still hitting on my friend and starting to make a bit of a fool of himself. Mr. Grenada comments why is Mr. Michigan's every other word the f-bomb. To which I reply, I don't know but he seems like a moron. (Always a shame when they are cute but douche bags. Also a shame when they are nice but you're not a attracted)
The night continues with Mr. Grenada continuing to talk about this future date and at this point, I'm really wanting to go home and do not want to go out with him. But I'm an idiot and when he asks for my number, I give it to him and the real one. I know--shame on me, but I felt bad he was nice. Mr. Michigan proceeds to pee in the tree on the roof deck, comes back to the table, calls Mr. Grenada a "negro" (YES OMG-my friend and I were MORTIFIED), and then Mr. Michigan is kicked out of the bar. So my friend and I are gushing apologies at the idiocy of Mr. Michigan. (Sidenote: Both of us are very Southern, but under NO circumstance is using negro or the other n word EVER EVER appropriate.) Obviously, it is time to go. Mr. Grenada walks us to the car and what do you know but Mr. Michigan is waiting outside for us to come out. We dodge him and hop in the car.
Fast forward to Saturday (yes, the next day), Mr. Grenada calls and texts within an hour of each other. I reply saying I'm with family and will be for the weekend (which is true) and will call Mon. He texts on Sunday saying he hopes I am having fun with the family. He texts Monday and calls twice. He texts again on Tuesday. Come on man--clearly, I'm busy and/or don't want to talk. Give up the goose. I realize it is my fault for giving him my number and I should grow some balls and just say I'm not interested. Honestly though, even if I was REALLY attracted to him, I wouldn't want or need this much attention within 4 days of meeting him. I've dated guys for years and not gotten this many messages or phone calls within such a short period.
Plus, I leave for the Dominican Republic in 3 days! ...for my 30th...EEK!! I have another similar story but I'll save it for another post...
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