"Hella" status achieved as promised by Mac!
Local Cheese Burger with a side of Waffle Cheese Fries (praise be) followed by dancing for 3 hours to my favorite 80's band!! What?!! OMG. This could be love!
We shyly danced to some 80's classics; my interpretive dance moves obviously capturing his heart. There was some sweet innocent flirting followed by a not-so-romantic good night hug under the florescent lights of the elevator lobby of my building. Just outside there were inebriated college folk falling in the bushes and immediately taking pics which will surely turn up on fb. During the hug I made a wise-ass comment about Mac's post-dancing sweaty shirt...and then he kissed me. What can I say, I have a way with words and setting the mood. It only took 4 dates, seeing me in a bikini and witnessing me sing my heart out to Journey. He texted me when he was home safe, "I had a blast tiny dancer." Be still my heart, he even quotes Elton John.
That was Saturday night. Now it's Wednesday. Two dates in a row I have cleaned my apartment unnecessarily. In order to prevent any further confusion and over exertion I have asked him if I should clean my apartment for an after dinner make out sesh tonight. He has plans to pick me up a 7pm tonight. This is all I know.
To bring you up to speed on other adventures in dating- the brunch date with Mr. Coke cost me $15 and that's all I have to say about that. Elevator Man has been traveling for work but we are having drinks on Friday night. I have a good feeling about him. A few of my past dates have called or texted and I am not sure how or if I want to respond. Oh the challenges of being cute and fun. Any advice at this point is welcome.
Friendly advice: "Stop pondering what he thinks about you and pay attention to where his feet are. They are with you. It's as simple as that."
With love,
Uptown Girl
ps- I have to give a shout out to my sweet friend who has been coaching me through this odyssey called Match dating. Her wise council has even inspired some once non-believers to get on the Match train. It can be difficult to traverse alone so if any of you out there need a wing-woman for the online dating scene she is offering her services for a small (and worth it!) fee.
Total: (this may require a higher level of algebra than I know)
$595
-$15 (dinner with Mac)
-$25 (80's ticket and drinks)
-$15 (gratuity for the well executed date!)
+$15 (brunch date)
=$555
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
A lesson in preaching
If you are going to preach it, practice it! I am known for loathing the custom of courting via text and find men who do to be unworthy of my affection.
I have just successfully stood Mr. Coke up without my knowledge or intent all because I texted! Oh my goodness! I feel awful. It went like this: I couldn't decide when would be the best time to meet since I was trying to balance 3 potential weekend dates. I suggested to Mr. Coke via text that we meet up for brunch, hesitating to call for some reason I am still unsure. I failed to mention in the text that I meant Sunday. He showed up at the agreed upon restaurant at noon today! I was across town having lunch with a friend and paying little attention to my cell phone (highly unusual behavior). When I got in my car at 1pm I had 3 texts from Mr. Coke starting with "I'm here" ending a half hour later with "Thank you!" (Read: thanks a lot for standing me up you big poo head) I immediately called him and apologized for the miscommunication. I offered to meet for brunch tomorrow and make it my treat. He accepted with a slight and understandable hesitation in his voice. CRAP! All of this could have been avoided if I had just called like I said I was going to. Lesson: What you preach is right, practice it for the love!
Hopefully I will not learn any difficult lessons on my date with Mac tonight.
Total: still $595, until I have to add back whatever brunch costs tomorrow.
I have just successfully stood Mr. Coke up without my knowledge or intent all because I texted! Oh my goodness! I feel awful. It went like this: I couldn't decide when would be the best time to meet since I was trying to balance 3 potential weekend dates. I suggested to Mr. Coke via text that we meet up for brunch, hesitating to call for some reason I am still unsure. I failed to mention in the text that I meant Sunday. He showed up at the agreed upon restaurant at noon today! I was across town having lunch with a friend and paying little attention to my cell phone (highly unusual behavior). When I got in my car at 1pm I had 3 texts from Mr. Coke starting with "I'm here" ending a half hour later with "Thank you!" (Read: thanks a lot for standing me up you big poo head) I immediately called him and apologized for the miscommunication. I offered to meet for brunch tomorrow and make it my treat. He accepted with a slight and understandable hesitation in his voice. CRAP! All of this could have been avoided if I had just called like I said I was going to. Lesson: What you preach is right, practice it for the love!
Hopefully I will not learn any difficult lessons on my date with Mac tonight.
Total: still $595, until I have to add back whatever brunch costs tomorrow.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Confession
I cleaned the apartment.
But bless his heart Mac didn't try to make one move. He exceedingly honored the no-access memo...a little to my dismay. We enjoyed a poolside dinner followed by a leisurely swim where we delved further into hand gun carrying and Match dot com-ing. I must admit I was a little confused when we parted with another kind hug and plans for a 4th date. A few minutes later he texted me that I look "quite nice in a bikini". Seriously?! I guess they are damned if they do, damned if they don't. Either they aren't complimenting me enough causing me to be insecure or they step over the line and I accuse them of only liking me for my body. I will take it to my therapist.
Before I continue I would like to take this opportunity to formally state that I have no intention of demeaning, disrespecting or misrepresenting my dates. (Read: My mom is worried my dates may find my blog and it will hurt their feelings.) I will try to stay true to the facts as best my memory serves. My goal here is to innocently share my dating life lessons so that others can receive the knowledge that I have acquired. Just sharing the wealth of $840 with my sisters.
So, Mac has a tattoo. He would be comfortable with me telling you this because he dislikes it vehemently. Imagine if you will the skull of a bull centered over the cross of a Native American axe and spike with a red background. This fist sized specimen of body art is located on his calf/shin. Oh dear. What is a tatoo-less, never dated a tatood-man, and often absurdly picky girl to do? Surprisingly I don't really mind it. Somehow I continue to enjoy him despite the little things that would have caused me to sign off in the past. I have two theories: A) His character and our connection is deeper than the surface by which I usually judge men. B) He has a little bad boy in him and makes me laugh thereby causing me to lose my good judgement completely...this one makes me a little nervous.
Despite the fact that he has been nothing but respectful I find myself questioning his motives and our connection. Fortunately I have dear friends who have witnessed my dating trials and tribulations through the years. They have a not so subtly but always loving way of putting me in my place. "This is what you always do! You start making them meet mark after mark. Just have fun!"
New mantra: Follow the Fun. Sit, Stay.
In other news, Elevator Man and Mr. Coke have requested a weekend meet up, not together. I am not sure when to fit them in. All I know is I have one week and roughly $615 to go!
Mac has promised, and I quote, "a super-duper-hella-awesome date" Saturday night. Ahh the anticipation.
Total: $595
But bless his heart Mac didn't try to make one move. He exceedingly honored the no-access memo...a little to my dismay. We enjoyed a poolside dinner followed by a leisurely swim where we delved further into hand gun carrying and Match dot com-ing. I must admit I was a little confused when we parted with another kind hug and plans for a 4th date. A few minutes later he texted me that I look "quite nice in a bikini". Seriously?! I guess they are damned if they do, damned if they don't. Either they aren't complimenting me enough causing me to be insecure or they step over the line and I accuse them of only liking me for my body. I will take it to my therapist.
Before I continue I would like to take this opportunity to formally state that I have no intention of demeaning, disrespecting or misrepresenting my dates. (Read: My mom is worried my dates may find my blog and it will hurt their feelings.) I will try to stay true to the facts as best my memory serves. My goal here is to innocently share my dating life lessons so that others can receive the knowledge that I have acquired. Just sharing the wealth of $840 with my sisters.
So, Mac has a tattoo. He would be comfortable with me telling you this because he dislikes it vehemently. Imagine if you will the skull of a bull centered over the cross of a Native American axe and spike with a red background. This fist sized specimen of body art is located on his calf/shin. Oh dear. What is a tatoo-less, never dated a tatood-man, and often absurdly picky girl to do? Surprisingly I don't really mind it. Somehow I continue to enjoy him despite the little things that would have caused me to sign off in the past. I have two theories: A) His character and our connection is deeper than the surface by which I usually judge men. B) He has a little bad boy in him and makes me laugh thereby causing me to lose my good judgement completely...this one makes me a little nervous.
Despite the fact that he has been nothing but respectful I find myself questioning his motives and our connection. Fortunately I have dear friends who have witnessed my dating trials and tribulations through the years. They have a not so subtly but always loving way of putting me in my place. "This is what you always do! You start making them meet mark after mark. Just have fun!"
New mantra: Follow the Fun. Sit, Stay.
In other news, Elevator Man and Mr. Coke have requested a weekend meet up, not together. I am not sure when to fit them in. All I know is I have one week and roughly $615 to go!
Mac has promised, and I quote, "a super-duper-hella-awesome date" Saturday night. Ahh the anticipation.
Total: $595
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Ask the universe and the universe will respond...
...It obviously respects the rules of engagement. Bring on the dates people!
I just scored another dinner date at one of my favorite restaurants! I was looking forward to a nice salmon plate but more importantly the man. Turns out he is better on paper, a disappointment my sister and I felt equally. She had a "good feeling" about him. (Please note this is not a rare response from her. She has been known to pick out several men as my life path partner. I guess we have to define more clearly how long the path is.) Lately most of my dates that didn't make it to number 2 were due to a mutual lack of lovin' feelin'. Unfortunately "Paper Boy" is showing signs of feeling a spark that isn't so mutual. He kissed me on the cheek and texted me early this morning thanking me for a great date. Crap.
This morning I woke up to 3 emails:
Match 1 asked me out to a sushi making class on Saturday afternoon. I am declining because I don't get a "good feeling" from his pics and would hate to potentially waste a perfect Saturday afternoon. Would much rather hang with the girls who are always reliable and lovable.
Match 2 is a 'new to town' fella who noted my cosmic and spiritual connection. Nice. He works for Coca Cola. I don't have a spiritual connection to Coke, but I will give him a first date if he asks. At least he used the word cosmic. He grew up on the west coast...more points.
Match 3 turned out to be my neighbor. We had sent a few emails and then ran into each other in the elevator Monday morning. The elevator I never use since I walk to work. The elevator I was using on my first day of Jury Duty. Note to self: Look cute, even for Jury Duty! To my good fortune "elevator man" does not judge people at first glance (or has poor eyesight) and sent me a sweet email mentioning our brief encounter. We did not acknowledge each other in the elevator to prevent any discomfort to fellow riders...and personal embarrassment. There could be a date in our future, or at least awkward meetings at the pool.
In my infinite wisdom I have invited Mac to the pool this afternoon. Bathing suit on a 3rd date, brilliant! On a positive note, Mac is picking up dinner for a poolside picnic...I think he is falling for me. Bless him, he has no idea. Along with texting him my address I informed him that he would only be allowed on the pool deck. To prevent myself from an unexpected moment of weakness I am leaving the apartment messy. (i.e. wearing white granny panties)
"sit, stay. good girl."
Total: ($640) Question: Do parentheses mean positive or negative value?
PS- Jury Duty was a real treat. At one point while in the jury box I began laughing inappropriately. I literally had to turn my chair and bite my lip while digging my nails into my arms...it took 5 min for me to get control.
PSS- Love on the ones you love. A dear friend lost her love last night...talk about defining the the length of the path. To quote her favorite quotable movie, "I would rather have 30 minutes of wonderful than a life time of nothin' special." I am so happy she knows what wonderful feels like.
I just scored another dinner date at one of my favorite restaurants! I was looking forward to a nice salmon plate but more importantly the man. Turns out he is better on paper, a disappointment my sister and I felt equally. She had a "good feeling" about him. (Please note this is not a rare response from her. She has been known to pick out several men as my life path partner. I guess we have to define more clearly how long the path is.) Lately most of my dates that didn't make it to number 2 were due to a mutual lack of lovin' feelin'. Unfortunately "Paper Boy" is showing signs of feeling a spark that isn't so mutual. He kissed me on the cheek and texted me early this morning thanking me for a great date. Crap.
This morning I woke up to 3 emails:
Match 1 asked me out to a sushi making class on Saturday afternoon. I am declining because I don't get a "good feeling" from his pics and would hate to potentially waste a perfect Saturday afternoon. Would much rather hang with the girls who are always reliable and lovable.
Match 2 is a 'new to town' fella who noted my cosmic and spiritual connection. Nice. He works for Coca Cola. I don't have a spiritual connection to Coke, but I will give him a first date if he asks. At least he used the word cosmic. He grew up on the west coast...more points.
Match 3 turned out to be my neighbor. We had sent a few emails and then ran into each other in the elevator Monday morning. The elevator I never use since I walk to work. The elevator I was using on my first day of Jury Duty. Note to self: Look cute, even for Jury Duty! To my good fortune "elevator man" does not judge people at first glance (or has poor eyesight) and sent me a sweet email mentioning our brief encounter. We did not acknowledge each other in the elevator to prevent any discomfort to fellow riders...and personal embarrassment. There could be a date in our future, or at least awkward meetings at the pool.
In my infinite wisdom I have invited Mac to the pool this afternoon. Bathing suit on a 3rd date, brilliant! On a positive note, Mac is picking up dinner for a poolside picnic...I think he is falling for me. Bless him, he has no idea. Along with texting him my address I informed him that he would only be allowed on the pool deck. To prevent myself from an unexpected moment of weakness I am leaving the apartment messy. (i.e. wearing white granny panties)
"sit, stay. good girl."
Total: ($640) Question: Do parentheses mean positive or negative value?
PS- Jury Duty was a real treat. At one point while in the jury box I began laughing inappropriately. I literally had to turn my chair and bite my lip while digging my nails into my arms...it took 5 min for me to get control.
PSS- Love on the ones you love. A dear friend lost her love last night...talk about defining the the length of the path. To quote her favorite quotable movie, "I would rather have 30 minutes of wonderful than a life time of nothin' special." I am so happy she knows what wonderful feels like.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Control...I have none.
I waited all night, had bad dreams about Mac and no response to my voicemail. I whined to my co-worker, mom and sister the next morning.
Two minutes later Mac called and left a message suggesting dinner tomorrow night and apologized for the late response. I texted him some mac and cheese eatery options and got excited again. Then waited...and waited for the reply. This is the lesson I continually get to learn..."Wait. Let go of control". My counselor calls situations such as this "another f-ing growth opportunity". (I like that she cusses.) She also says that getting "it" right one out of three times ain't bad. I have already failed twice today with impatience. Six years of counseling, energy work, healing arts school and still I forget how to let go of control and have a little faith. At least I am consistent.
By late evening I found myself starting to wonder if he got my text, then saw that his Match profile said "on-line now". Well mister if you are on-line get to searching restaurants and call me back, Mac! I decided to turn on some jams and dance around the house. Then he called. He didn't text. And said his pick of the four restaurant options which happens to be my favorite. Tomorrow at 7pm. And I am giddy once again trying on outfits. Really? Is dating like this at any age? I'm beginning to wonder if I am truly harnessing my "30 and flirty" wisdom and channeling it towards my greater good. I will do it tomorrow!
Favorite quotes:
My mom's reply to my self-pitying text: "Believe in love"
My sister's response: "Mom's weird. Go get your mac and cheese on. And remember, I think you're pretty."
I love these women. Thank you for tolerating me with so much love and support.
Adieu adieu to you and you...
Going to get my mac and cheese on,
Your Uptown Girl
still ($716)
Two minutes later Mac called and left a message suggesting dinner tomorrow night and apologized for the late response. I texted him some mac and cheese eatery options and got excited again. Then waited...and waited for the reply. This is the lesson I continually get to learn..."Wait. Let go of control". My counselor calls situations such as this "another f-ing growth opportunity". (I like that she cusses.) She also says that getting "it" right one out of three times ain't bad. I have already failed twice today with impatience. Six years of counseling, energy work, healing arts school and still I forget how to let go of control and have a little faith. At least I am consistent.
By late evening I found myself starting to wonder if he got my text, then saw that his Match profile said "on-line now". Well mister if you are on-line get to searching restaurants and call me back, Mac! I decided to turn on some jams and dance around the house. Then he called. He didn't text. And said his pick of the four restaurant options which happens to be my favorite. Tomorrow at 7pm. And I am giddy once again trying on outfits. Really? Is dating like this at any age? I'm beginning to wonder if I am truly harnessing my "30 and flirty" wisdom and channeling it towards my greater good. I will do it tomorrow!
Favorite quotes:
My mom's reply to my self-pitying text: "Believe in love"
My sister's response: "Mom's weird. Go get your mac and cheese on. And remember, I think you're pretty."
I love these women. Thank you for tolerating me with so much love and support.
Adieu adieu to you and you...
Going to get my mac and cheese on,
Your Uptown Girl
still ($716)
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Sit, Stay
Now this is a momentous occasion. Second dates are very rare for me as I seem to be able to quickly find the flaws in men within the first 30 minutes of meeting them. I have also been known to do this for my girlfriends. For example, I once asked a guy my friend was dancing with if he did drugs. I will confidently ask men blunt questions such as: Are you racist? Have you ever hit a woman? Where do you stand on gay marriage? Do you eat french fries? Undoubtedly I will mention to them no later than the rare 3rd date that they will not be getting in my pants any time soon.
Speaking of libido: Mac and I finished eating at 8:30pm but continued to talk until 10pm on our second date. From my thorough questioning he seems to have been raised a certain way and has figured out for himself what he believes. I like it. I also like his calogne, and smile and eyes. They remind me that Zoloft (unlike lexapro) has not minimized my libido one bit. I addressed this with my counselor before the date, mentioning I want to keep myself in line and honor my boundaries. She gave me the mantra "Sit, Stay". It was effective and used several times during dinner. Mac questioned my practices as an ordained minister...mostly I think he just wanted to make sure I hadn't taken a vow of celibacy. I quickly responded with, "No, but I have my boundaries." (Internal Dialogue: "Sit, Stay")
He respectfully walked me to my car, hugged me goodnight and suggested a weekend date of dinner and dancing. I am looking forward to another date despite the fact that Mac does not meet all the usual requirements. At this point he makes me laugh and I feel good about myself when I am with him, that is good enough for me!
Favorite quote of the evening:
"I went to law school to become a lobbyist for the NRA."
Motherly advice: "Mom, I don't want to have to play the game of allowing him to hunt."
"Sweetie, Instead of playing the game with him, play it with yourself. See if you can stay authentic and trust your intuition to guide your actions."
It is possible my mom has gone full circle from the all-knowing woman of my childhood, the faltering guide of my adolescence and now transcended to guru status.
PS- A thoughtful friend has brought it to my attention that I have two weeks before the renewal deadline for this $840 two year account. Recommendation, go on as many dates as possible, blogging daily. It's go-time people- DEFCON 1: Maximum readiness, war is imminent, pistol cocked (amen to that). I wonder if I can Match search and blog during jury duty...
let your love flow.
Total: ($700)
Speaking of libido: Mac and I finished eating at 8:30pm but continued to talk until 10pm on our second date. From my thorough questioning he seems to have been raised a certain way and has figured out for himself what he believes. I like it. I also like his calogne, and smile and eyes. They remind me that Zoloft (unlike lexapro) has not minimized my libido one bit. I addressed this with my counselor before the date, mentioning I want to keep myself in line and honor my boundaries. She gave me the mantra "Sit, Stay". It was effective and used several times during dinner. Mac questioned my practices as an ordained minister...mostly I think he just wanted to make sure I hadn't taken a vow of celibacy. I quickly responded with, "No, but I have my boundaries." (Internal Dialogue: "Sit, Stay")
He respectfully walked me to my car, hugged me goodnight and suggested a weekend date of dinner and dancing. I am looking forward to another date despite the fact that Mac does not meet all the usual requirements. At this point he makes me laugh and I feel good about myself when I am with him, that is good enough for me!
Favorite quote of the evening:
"I went to law school to become a lobbyist for the NRA."
Motherly advice: "Mom, I don't want to have to play the game of allowing him to hunt."
"Sweetie, Instead of playing the game with him, play it with yourself. See if you can stay authentic and trust your intuition to guide your actions."
It is possible my mom has gone full circle from the all-knowing woman of my childhood, the faltering guide of my adolescence and now transcended to guru status.
PS- A thoughtful friend has brought it to my attention that I have two weeks before the renewal deadline for this $840 two year account. Recommendation, go on as many dates as possible, blogging daily. It's go-time people- DEFCON 1: Maximum readiness, war is imminent, pistol cocked (amen to that). I wonder if I can Match search and blog during jury duty...
let your love flow.
Total: ($700)
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Semi
Mr. "5Guys" was so-so. I enjoyed my sangria but wasn't really up for making more than $8 with him tonight (ie. sitting through a dinner when I would rather be watching saved episodes of "SYTYCD"). He grew steadily more attractive with my consumption of sangria and talk of financial stability. This is probably information I should use for the future. I found Mac to be quite cute while completely sober and would even consider dating him if he didn't make large sums of money.
So...I called him. My sister would be terribly disappointed because once again I have failed to let the man hunt for me. But I couldn't wait and the sangria was making me feel defiant and rebellious.
I've done what I can, I have spoken to the universe and to Mac's voice mail. Now I get to wait and see what the response will be.
Total: ($716)
So...I called him. My sister would be terribly disappointed because once again I have failed to let the man hunt for me. But I couldn't wait and the sangria was making me feel defiant and rebellious.
I've done what I can, I have spoken to the universe and to Mac's voice mail. Now I get to wait and see what the response will be.
Total: ($716)
Saturday, August 13, 2011
More Mac & Cheese Please!
Some background: His first email to me stated that he was a Mac&Cheese connoisseur . I begged to differ and suggested that his research lacked validity since he has never tried two of my favorite restaurants for mac and cheese. So he put me to the test by planning a date at one of them.
He was surprisingly cute, funny, sweet and we closed the restaurant!! I desperately wanted to write this blog when the date had ended and I was relishing my dating glory. But I had to get to sleep for a 6am boot camp that was sure to kick my ass.
I can't be sure that he is worth $840 yet but he has potential! For starters he greeted me at the restaurant where he had made reservations (which I knew ahead of time because I called to make sure. I can't help myself). We get to our table and he hands me a gift bag with tissue paper. Inside I find a book I had mentioned never reading...I mean...so sweet! This is the first time I have been given a gift on a first date. My mind immediately calculated $15 off the Match bill! Things are looking up.
We started off with a little awkwardness and some delicious mac&cheese which he served me. He then took the liberty of eating every last bite and claim that I was in fact accurate in my assessment of the dish. There was discussion of politics, family, religion, food, life stories...I laughed and nonchalantly touched his hand a few times. It was quite lovely.
Then...he ordered dessert. God bless America! Our sweet server brought the dessert out with a candle. She had seen the gift bag and thought it was my birthday. Mac&Cheese let me make a wish (which was obviously that he would turn out to be the man of my dreams!)
We parted with a hug and plans for another date over mac and cheese next week. Now I get to sit in anticipation that he calls. Actually make that hang with friends and go on a date with "5 Guys" man tomorrow night while anticipating hearing from Mac (for short).
Favorite quotes:
"Why didn't those guys eat french fries? Was it because they only eat freedom fries? Of course I eat french fries."
"I will text you within your guidelines."
...All music to my ears!
Calculations thus far:
Date 1:
Dinner= $21
Date 2:
Book= $15
Dinner= $30
Total= $45
($774)
And while I am calculating...there are a few other things I have gained in the past 2 years from my Match experience that deserve recognition.
DVD player= $50
Best co-worker ever= honestly, priceless (but I am still at a goal of making the $840 worth it in direct relation to my life path partner. Either said co-worker needs to help a girl out or I will keep dating and eating!!)
Total= ($724)
He was surprisingly cute, funny, sweet and we closed the restaurant!! I desperately wanted to write this blog when the date had ended and I was relishing my dating glory. But I had to get to sleep for a 6am boot camp that was sure to kick my ass.
I can't be sure that he is worth $840 yet but he has potential! For starters he greeted me at the restaurant where he had made reservations (which I knew ahead of time because I called to make sure. I can't help myself). We get to our table and he hands me a gift bag with tissue paper. Inside I find a book I had mentioned never reading...I mean...so sweet! This is the first time I have been given a gift on a first date. My mind immediately calculated $15 off the Match bill! Things are looking up.
We started off with a little awkwardness and some delicious mac&cheese which he served me. He then took the liberty of eating every last bite and claim that I was in fact accurate in my assessment of the dish. There was discussion of politics, family, religion, food, life stories...I laughed and nonchalantly touched his hand a few times. It was quite lovely.
Then...he ordered dessert. God bless America! Our sweet server brought the dessert out with a candle. She had seen the gift bag and thought it was my birthday. Mac&Cheese let me make a wish (which was obviously that he would turn out to be the man of my dreams!)
We parted with a hug and plans for another date over mac and cheese next week. Now I get to sit in anticipation that he calls. Actually make that hang with friends and go on a date with "5 Guys" man tomorrow night while anticipating hearing from Mac (for short).
Favorite quotes:
"Why didn't those guys eat french fries? Was it because they only eat freedom fries? Of course I eat french fries."
"I will text you within your guidelines."
...All music to my ears!
Calculations thus far:
Date 1:
Dinner= $21
Date 2:
Book= $15
Dinner= $30
Total= $45
($774)
And while I am calculating...there are a few other things I have gained in the past 2 years from my Match experience that deserve recognition.
DVD player= $50
Best co-worker ever= honestly, priceless (but I am still at a goal of making the $840 worth it in direct relation to my life path partner. Either said co-worker needs to help a girl out or I will keep dating and eating!!)
Total= ($724)
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
And so it begins...again.
I found myself crying and laughing hysterically today. It was really a lovely freeing feeling. Lately I have been able to laugh or let go of things that might have taken me into despair previously. --Thank you Zoloft.
-The story behind the laughter:
I was innocently looking at my bank statements on line and noticed that there was a charge from Match.com. Not only for August but June and July! What?!! And to think this whole time I just thought the universe was encouraging me to find my life path partner for free! I called Match right away and questioned the billing for earlier months. In the end, after speaking with the supervisor, it turns out I have been paying...are you ready for this?...I have been paying for match since September of 2009! $35 every month for 2 freaking years!! $840 people!
The supervisor said I cannot be refunded however they can give me a 25% discount if I chose continue. Tears, pissy, hilarity. What can a girl do? "Is there anything else I can do for you today?" she asked. "No, I just hope I meet a man from all of this!". To which she replied, "I don't know why you don't have one already, you are a very pretty girl." Works every time ;)
After some thoughtful calculations I have decided to:
1.) Peruse my bank statements daily. (peruse which by definition means: to examine or consider with attention and in detail. Not the casual reading some mistake it for and which is not effective in checking bank statements for accuracy.)
2.) Go on 40 dates eating meals costing $20 a piece to make up for some of the expense.
3.) Find a man on Match that is worth more that $840 by the end of the month!
4.) And finally, continue to be vulnerable, admit my short-comings (they just make me human and aren't we all just spiritual beings having a human experience?)
As far as my date last night, let's call him "Omnivore"- he was not worth $840 from what I can tell. Some of my favorite quotes:
"I don't eat red meat because of the deforestation"
"If people who eat regular potatoes knew how good sweet potatoes are for you I bet they would start eating sweet potatoes." (during which time he ate the entire large bowl of sweet potato fries sprinkled with brown sugar dipped in spicy mayo. He does get props for putting one on my plate every few minutes)
"I am good at baseball and a phenomenal soccer player. My kids will start playing when they are 5 years old."
"I have a lot of non-traditional religious beliefs. For one I don't believe in hell. Sure we sin but God is way bigger than our little human mistakes, we are just one galaxy of thousands, do you think he cares if we steal a candy bar. Jesus is my savor and I believe that his values guide the whole world."
Let's see what "Mac and Cheese" guy brings tonight.
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