I met Mr. I Don't Even Know online. And I can' think of any place to start.... ummmm....
Dear Mr. I Don't Even Know,
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Sincerely,
One Confused Chick
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Dr. Mr. Insecurity
I met Mr. Insecurity online at the beginning of my online adventures.
Dear Mr. Insecurity,
I am actually very surprised at you sir. I feel like we hit it off great. I mean we talked on the phone for like three hours sometimes and we were talking for a couple weeks. We talked about EVERYTHING. Family, friends, pet peeves, sports, all of it.
We even became facebook friends. Actually, I think we still are facebook friends even though we haven't talked in a year lol. The funny thing was I didn't facebook friend anyone else after you. I didn't want things to get too sticky. Anyway, I loved all your New York stories, your view of the world, your thoughts on meyers briggs personality tests. It was very natural and fun. You are a very charismatic speaker, which for some reason has always been extra points with me. We laughed and joked and I was really looking forward to meeting you and then, the strangest thing happened. We set up a time to talk, like normal and you never called me...ever again. After a few days, I think I texted you, but you never responded. Okay. I get it. I can take a hint. I personally don't think it's that hard to let someone know you're just not into it anymore. A simple text saying something to that effect would have sufficed. So either you are so insecure you don't want to have the conversation or you are too rude to care. Either of which are not good options.
After that text, I never contacted you again. Life is strange that way sometimes. To be way too vulnerable, the reason I never deleted you from facebook is I thought we could pick up someday where we left off, which is kind of at the very beginning again. And WHY do you "like" things that I post? Ugh. Facebook is a whole other stupid tool and way to flirt but not really. Ugh, just so dumb and obnoxious (not just you, but other guys use it for their manipulative ends as well) I should probably delete you. Oh, and in case you're wondering...which you probably aren't...I never respond because you're a guy. If you like me, and want something to happen, you'll make it happen and if it's not a priority than you don't like me enough and it wasn't meant to be. At least that is my womanly perspective of the world.
My grandmother tells me that a woman needs to be pursued, she needs to feel chosen and when she does, she will respond well. I think I relate to that. Maybe it's my Disney Princess complex, but I really do want to be with someone who finds me specifically attractive on all kinds of levels, not just someone who asks you out because they're tired of being alone.. you know? And I think any girl with half a brain can tell the difference, even if they pretend they can't for a while. Um, anyway, next time don't just cut off. I don't think sending a goodbye text won't take more than five seconds. It would be a nice thing to do as a human being, no offense.
Sincerely,
Miss. Confident... (or she thinks so most of the time)
Dear Mr. Insecurity,
I am actually very surprised at you sir. I feel like we hit it off great. I mean we talked on the phone for like three hours sometimes and we were talking for a couple weeks. We talked about EVERYTHING. Family, friends, pet peeves, sports, all of it.
We even became facebook friends. Actually, I think we still are facebook friends even though we haven't talked in a year lol. The funny thing was I didn't facebook friend anyone else after you. I didn't want things to get too sticky. Anyway, I loved all your New York stories, your view of the world, your thoughts on meyers briggs personality tests. It was very natural and fun. You are a very charismatic speaker, which for some reason has always been extra points with me. We laughed and joked and I was really looking forward to meeting you and then, the strangest thing happened. We set up a time to talk, like normal and you never called me...ever again. After a few days, I think I texted you, but you never responded. Okay. I get it. I can take a hint. I personally don't think it's that hard to let someone know you're just not into it anymore. A simple text saying something to that effect would have sufficed. So either you are so insecure you don't want to have the conversation or you are too rude to care. Either of which are not good options.
After that text, I never contacted you again. Life is strange that way sometimes. To be way too vulnerable, the reason I never deleted you from facebook is I thought we could pick up someday where we left off, which is kind of at the very beginning again. And WHY do you "like" things that I post? Ugh. Facebook is a whole other stupid tool and way to flirt but not really. Ugh, just so dumb and obnoxious (not just you, but other guys use it for their manipulative ends as well) I should probably delete you. Oh, and in case you're wondering...which you probably aren't...I never respond because you're a guy. If you like me, and want something to happen, you'll make it happen and if it's not a priority than you don't like me enough and it wasn't meant to be. At least that is my womanly perspective of the world.
My grandmother tells me that a woman needs to be pursued, she needs to feel chosen and when she does, she will respond well. I think I relate to that. Maybe it's my Disney Princess complex, but I really do want to be with someone who finds me specifically attractive on all kinds of levels, not just someone who asks you out because they're tired of being alone.. you know? And I think any girl with half a brain can tell the difference, even if they pretend they can't for a while. Um, anyway, next time don't just cut off. I don't think sending a goodbye text won't take more than five seconds. It would be a nice thing to do as a human being, no offense.
Sincerely,
Miss. Confident... (or she thinks so most of the time)
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Dear Mr. Lumberjack
I met Mr. Lumberjack online toward the end of my dating binge so I was kind of getting over everything. I knew before I went on the date that I wouldn't be interested. Why did I go? Well, I guess some habits can be hard to kick or I really am that desperate for friends sometimes haha.
Dear Mr. Lumberjack,
You are exactly like ALL of my guy friends, very intelligent and super fun and funny and adventurous. We talked about all things goofy and being kids and we walked around and talked careers and personalities and it was all quite fun. I genuinely laughed a lot! You did give me a huge revelation however. All you had to do to help me with my revelation was be yourself. To be honest, there was something just a little too familiar about you and I didn't want to be on a date with one of my guy friends... Instead, all I really wanted to do was hang out with my guy friends or any friends. I moved away from my perfect social life in another city and I have been trying since to re-create it. Yes, I realize this is impossible and close minded. I am not stupid, only nostalgic. And you helped me realize that really what I want is a community not a long string of men that I date and dump, date and dump...over and over again. It's clear that even that gets boring after a few months.
You were the last person I dated before I deleted my profile, so thank you. Thank you for helping me understand that I am looking for connection in the wrong place. It has been four months since I deleted my account and I've actually connected to a church and met some INCREDIBLE people. I am building a strong foundation of girlfriends that I enjoy and I'm pursuing my career. I had to take a break from dating, take a breather. Dating a TON of people at once kind of makes you numb in some ways and hopeless in others. I say this because as much as I talk tough, there is still that little dance of butterflies as you get ready to go out. Put on your lipstick, earrings and heels as Regina Spektor sings in the background, the anticipation of a thrilling evening builds, the hope that this one could go somewhere. And then, it doesn't. Maybe I'm too picky, maybe my expectations are unrealistic. In that case, maybe I'm better off single anyway. I don't want to be a nagging girlfriend, blegch. Maybe, I'll go back again sometime when I feel more energetic. But, men are a lot to handle. No offense. They want you to text them.... like ALL day long. Who really has time for that and being emotionally invested and vulnerable often sounds very exhausting.
I'm sure that this is more than you ever wanted to know and it is my no mistake that the majority of this letter is about me and not about you. which is probably why I'm not in a good place for a relationship anyway. I am incredibly selfish and very aware of it. But, aren't we all in some degree selfish? We all take up some breathing air right? How dare we! But that's a deeper conversation for another blog. I went searching for knowledge and I found it. I think I finally understand men, or at least the broader gist, and it only took 8 months. Now, the trick is to find one that excites me, that awakens something deeper in me, someone I actually can stand to be around for more than two hours. I probably sound so judgmental. Oh, well. Such is honesty! That's what people want most, yes? Honesty? That's what you would like right? HA! Be careful what you ask for. I imagine you reading this with a very confused facial expression and it makes me laugh full and loud at my keyboard. Life is funny. Sorry, I am also reading George Elliot's novel, Middlemarch. It's brilliant and it puts me an over-contemplative mood. All my favorite classical novelists have always been men, so it's refreshing to discover George.
In conclusion, you are awesome! Go on your life adventure! Do your thing! I'm sure you'll be wildly successful and happy, you seem like that type. Oh, and it was nice to get your text the other day. Casual, "hey, how are you?" aka. "has anything changed...still not interested?" I sent a very brief response, no questions and you were smart enough to get the message: "no, nothing has changed." Sheesh. All this social talk reading between lines...I would be nicer, but men don't handle non-committal encouragement well from women, so I trust them to get their encouragement elsewhere. And if they can't, I probably don't want to be connected anyway. Okay, i'm done. I think that's all I needed to process for now. Thanks for letting me vent, in a way. I didn't realize I felt some of these things until I articulated my thoughts into words. Best wishes!
Sincerely,
That rambler
Dear Mr. Lumberjack,
You are exactly like ALL of my guy friends, very intelligent and super fun and funny and adventurous. We talked about all things goofy and being kids and we walked around and talked careers and personalities and it was all quite fun. I genuinely laughed a lot! You did give me a huge revelation however. All you had to do to help me with my revelation was be yourself. To be honest, there was something just a little too familiar about you and I didn't want to be on a date with one of my guy friends... Instead, all I really wanted to do was hang out with my guy friends or any friends. I moved away from my perfect social life in another city and I have been trying since to re-create it. Yes, I realize this is impossible and close minded. I am not stupid, only nostalgic. And you helped me realize that really what I want is a community not a long string of men that I date and dump, date and dump...over and over again. It's clear that even that gets boring after a few months.
You were the last person I dated before I deleted my profile, so thank you. Thank you for helping me understand that I am looking for connection in the wrong place. It has been four months since I deleted my account and I've actually connected to a church and met some INCREDIBLE people. I am building a strong foundation of girlfriends that I enjoy and I'm pursuing my career. I had to take a break from dating, take a breather. Dating a TON of people at once kind of makes you numb in some ways and hopeless in others. I say this because as much as I talk tough, there is still that little dance of butterflies as you get ready to go out. Put on your lipstick, earrings and heels as Regina Spektor sings in the background, the anticipation of a thrilling evening builds, the hope that this one could go somewhere. And then, it doesn't. Maybe I'm too picky, maybe my expectations are unrealistic. In that case, maybe I'm better off single anyway. I don't want to be a nagging girlfriend, blegch. Maybe, I'll go back again sometime when I feel more energetic. But, men are a lot to handle. No offense. They want you to text them.... like ALL day long. Who really has time for that and being emotionally invested and vulnerable often sounds very exhausting.
I'm sure that this is more than you ever wanted to know and it is my no mistake that the majority of this letter is about me and not about you. which is probably why I'm not in a good place for a relationship anyway. I am incredibly selfish and very aware of it. But, aren't we all in some degree selfish? We all take up some breathing air right? How dare we! But that's a deeper conversation for another blog. I went searching for knowledge and I found it. I think I finally understand men, or at least the broader gist, and it only took 8 months. Now, the trick is to find one that excites me, that awakens something deeper in me, someone I actually can stand to be around for more than two hours. I probably sound so judgmental. Oh, well. Such is honesty! That's what people want most, yes? Honesty? That's what you would like right? HA! Be careful what you ask for. I imagine you reading this with a very confused facial expression and it makes me laugh full and loud at my keyboard. Life is funny. Sorry, I am also reading George Elliot's novel, Middlemarch. It's brilliant and it puts me an over-contemplative mood. All my favorite classical novelists have always been men, so it's refreshing to discover George.
In conclusion, you are awesome! Go on your life adventure! Do your thing! I'm sure you'll be wildly successful and happy, you seem like that type. Oh, and it was nice to get your text the other day. Casual, "hey, how are you?" aka. "has anything changed...still not interested?" I sent a very brief response, no questions and you were smart enough to get the message: "no, nothing has changed." Sheesh. All this social talk reading between lines...I would be nicer, but men don't handle non-committal encouragement well from women, so I trust them to get their encouragement elsewhere. And if they can't, I probably don't want to be connected anyway. Okay, i'm done. I think that's all I needed to process for now. Thanks for letting me vent, in a way. I didn't realize I felt some of these things until I articulated my thoughts into words. Best wishes!
Sincerely,
That rambler
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Dear Mr Hipster
Mr. Hipster and I met online and messaged for a while. I was really hopeful about where it could go.
Dear Mr. Hipster,
First off, good job picking the location. The Queen Mary is a fun date idea. And I had no clue that there was that bar on the top of the ship. Very classy, very fun and a beautiful sunny day for it all. No offense, but you were very much a hipster in the way that you dressed, with your "cool" hair, even down to the lilt in your voice when you spoke. To be honest, I kind of hated the whole hipster movement because I think it's trendy and I can't stand people who follow trends... because its a trend. Anyway, you seemed deeper than all that when we started talking, so I decided we would have fun. Our backgrounds were a lot the same and we both are obsessed with traveling, so there's that. You come from a very successful family and with that there is also the monetary component, but you tried not to let it show. I have been dating so many men and I started to think. Hmmm. I like this one. He is normal, down to earth and we seem to have a lot in common. I got a little excited.
We sat at a dark wooden table by the window for a drink. You had something very manly while I had a Singapore sling. Whew!!! Talk about a drink! I am convinced that bartender just enjoyed watching my facial expressions as I sipped the thing. Tropical, yummy, but watch out for that alcohol! It was interesting because the whole time we were having a fun conversation, you seemed really chill and your laugh seemed forced. I, on the other hand was very expressive and laughing with the utmost flair. A quarter of the way through the drink, I had to stop. It was just too much for me and I had a show after that, I couldn't get too tipsy. I think it upset you because I couldn't finish the drink... but honestly, you wouldn't want me to start dancing on the table. I promise. We walked outside for a little while before you had to take me back on time.
When you first picked me up, you said we would go to the queen mary and depending on how that went, you might be able to meet up with me afterwards. I know I caught you off guard as I asked, "what's the verdict?" as you were going to drop me off. You said the stupidest thing ever! "I just like to talk things out with my friends and get their opinions, it really matters to me."
Okay.... liar, liar, pants on fire. REALLY!? Let's just pause for a second. If you are into a girl, I would trust that you have the maturity and assertiveness to decide for yourself, otherwise you have a whole other list of problems. And second, it was obvious you weren't into it (which is fine), you simply lacked the courage and integrity to just tell me. So, you didn't exactly come off smooth when you texted me 10 minutes later (obviously after NOT talking to your buddies) that you weren't feeling it. I'll be honest. That has never happened to me before, so I was probably shocked. In fact, I spent the next hour processing what happened. The idea that a guy would reject me after one date was so foreign. What? But, I'm so good at first dates. I am so good at reading the guy, being my fun wonderful self and it's usually that easy. So I was upset I suppose. You messed up my first date streak. On the other hand, I did understand that I was throwing a little bit of a temper tantrum and I also do this to guys all the time. A taste of my own medicine. So, I was able to see from your perspective as well and I understood. It also meant that for the first time in a VERY long time I was dealing with a rejection that was unfamiliar to me.
The biggest problem was also that I actually liked you. Which probably meant I wasn't being myself. You know how it is when you like someone: you just can't be as comfortable or vulnerable until you feel it's safe. whereas, when I'm on dates with guys that I'm uninterested in, I feel there is no pressure to impress, so I am probably more relaxed and therefore more myself. The stupid irony of it all. ugh! And it probably wasn't helping that I was so tipsy. It was probably unattractive and my bubbliness scared you off. You probably want a nice little submissive boring girl at the end of the day.
Anyway, this is the most important part. Instead of writing an upset whiny text calling you out for your BS, I wanted to be the change, so I said something very gracious along the lines of "have a nice life." When what I wanted to say was: "Seriously!!!! Why couldn't you grow a pair and just tell me when I was in the car with you 10 MINUTES ago. You are such a coward and therefore, I'm glad it isn't going anywhere. Besides the way you dress is so dumb! where's your originality? Why are you trying to be something you're not to impress other people?!!!!" But, you can't write that in a text to a stranger. It never comes off right. And I've dealt with so many whiny annoying texts, I didn't want to be that person. Needless to say, it took me an entire four hours to get over it. Hey, that's a lot for me. But listen dude. Next time, just tell her you're not feeling it at the beginning, it will be so much better received and you don't give her a chance to call you out.
Sincerely,
The girl who thinks you're a cowardly prick... in the best way possible of course ;)
Dear Mr. Hipster,
First off, good job picking the location. The Queen Mary is a fun date idea. And I had no clue that there was that bar on the top of the ship. Very classy, very fun and a beautiful sunny day for it all. No offense, but you were very much a hipster in the way that you dressed, with your "cool" hair, even down to the lilt in your voice when you spoke. To be honest, I kind of hated the whole hipster movement because I think it's trendy and I can't stand people who follow trends... because its a trend. Anyway, you seemed deeper than all that when we started talking, so I decided we would have fun. Our backgrounds were a lot the same and we both are obsessed with traveling, so there's that. You come from a very successful family and with that there is also the monetary component, but you tried not to let it show. I have been dating so many men and I started to think. Hmmm. I like this one. He is normal, down to earth and we seem to have a lot in common. I got a little excited.
We sat at a dark wooden table by the window for a drink. You had something very manly while I had a Singapore sling. Whew!!! Talk about a drink! I am convinced that bartender just enjoyed watching my facial expressions as I sipped the thing. Tropical, yummy, but watch out for that alcohol! It was interesting because the whole time we were having a fun conversation, you seemed really chill and your laugh seemed forced. I, on the other hand was very expressive and laughing with the utmost flair. A quarter of the way through the drink, I had to stop. It was just too much for me and I had a show after that, I couldn't get too tipsy. I think it upset you because I couldn't finish the drink... but honestly, you wouldn't want me to start dancing on the table. I promise. We walked outside for a little while before you had to take me back on time.
When you first picked me up, you said we would go to the queen mary and depending on how that went, you might be able to meet up with me afterwards. I know I caught you off guard as I asked, "what's the verdict?" as you were going to drop me off. You said the stupidest thing ever! "I just like to talk things out with my friends and get their opinions, it really matters to me."
Okay.... liar, liar, pants on fire. REALLY!? Let's just pause for a second. If you are into a girl, I would trust that you have the maturity and assertiveness to decide for yourself, otherwise you have a whole other list of problems. And second, it was obvious you weren't into it (which is fine), you simply lacked the courage and integrity to just tell me. So, you didn't exactly come off smooth when you texted me 10 minutes later (obviously after NOT talking to your buddies) that you weren't feeling it. I'll be honest. That has never happened to me before, so I was probably shocked. In fact, I spent the next hour processing what happened. The idea that a guy would reject me after one date was so foreign. What? But, I'm so good at first dates. I am so good at reading the guy, being my fun wonderful self and it's usually that easy. So I was upset I suppose. You messed up my first date streak. On the other hand, I did understand that I was throwing a little bit of a temper tantrum and I also do this to guys all the time. A taste of my own medicine. So, I was able to see from your perspective as well and I understood. It also meant that for the first time in a VERY long time I was dealing with a rejection that was unfamiliar to me.
The biggest problem was also that I actually liked you. Which probably meant I wasn't being myself. You know how it is when you like someone: you just can't be as comfortable or vulnerable until you feel it's safe. whereas, when I'm on dates with guys that I'm uninterested in, I feel there is no pressure to impress, so I am probably more relaxed and therefore more myself. The stupid irony of it all. ugh! And it probably wasn't helping that I was so tipsy. It was probably unattractive and my bubbliness scared you off. You probably want a nice little submissive boring girl at the end of the day.
Anyway, this is the most important part. Instead of writing an upset whiny text calling you out for your BS, I wanted to be the change, so I said something very gracious along the lines of "have a nice life." When what I wanted to say was: "Seriously!!!! Why couldn't you grow a pair and just tell me when I was in the car with you 10 MINUTES ago. You are such a coward and therefore, I'm glad it isn't going anywhere. Besides the way you dress is so dumb! where's your originality? Why are you trying to be something you're not to impress other people?!!!!" But, you can't write that in a text to a stranger. It never comes off right. And I've dealt with so many whiny annoying texts, I didn't want to be that person. Needless to say, it took me an entire four hours to get over it. Hey, that's a lot for me. But listen dude. Next time, just tell her you're not feeling it at the beginning, it will be so much better received and you don't give her a chance to call you out.
Sincerely,
The girl who thinks you're a cowardly prick... in the best way possible of course ;)
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Dear Mr. Boring
Mr. Boring and I met online. He was one of the first dates I went on. Disappointing to say the least.
Dear Mr. Boring,
It's funny to me because I think you were nervous the first time we talked on the phone, but I thought it was cute. We had great phone conversations and then we skyped, which by the way, it was SOOO obvious you were just checking me out the whole time. Skype to you was a test of... is this girl as cute in person as in her pictures. Obviously, I passed your stupid test. We met up for Rubios because that is the extent of your creativity and we talked about nothing. It was SOOOO boring! I just remember straining my brain for topics and trying to think of anything... that never happens to me. Your one word answers didn't help. Maybe I'm too dominant for you? Anyway you look so different in person than you do on skype. Oh the irony! You look waaay shorter and you have fish eyes sir. Yes. You know those gold fish with the puffy big eyes on the national geographic magazine. That's what you reminded me of. And so, there was just no physical attraction. You seemed like you were miserable even though I tried to make everything as non awkward as possible. You weren't helping. And then it got super weird when we had Rubios for like 30 mins and then you walked me to the parkinglot. "Well, what now?" you said. I gave you PLENTY of suggestions and I even suggested the beach, which is free. We small talked a little more before you totally ignored all my suggestions and got in your car to go home. Lame! Anyway, thank God I previously made other plans to get pho with my girlfriends, totally talk about the horrible date I just had and then we learned Psy's Gangnum style dance. That was way more valuable than any time we would have spent together.
But, THEN!!!! ah! Wait for the next one. I thought it was obvious how not into me you were, so I was surprised to get a text from you three days later: "So, I guess that's a no? huh?" WHAT?!!! Seriously?? YOU were the one who didn't want to hang out with ME after Rubios. Why are you even texting me??? I'm so confused. And so I told you so. I think I did say almost exactly that. And you never responded again. Yeah, that's what I thought. I called it and the fact that you didn't respond confirms my suspicions. That's right! I called you out bud. Looking back at all the dates I went on, yours was the biggest waste of my time. It was the one date I wish I avoided. I think about it and it was just "icky." Boring. yawn. Sorry, but you were also kind of arrogant and that's my pet peeve.
Sincerely,
A girl that just wants to have FUN!
Dear Mr. Boring,
It's funny to me because I think you were nervous the first time we talked on the phone, but I thought it was cute. We had great phone conversations and then we skyped, which by the way, it was SOOO obvious you were just checking me out the whole time. Skype to you was a test of... is this girl as cute in person as in her pictures. Obviously, I passed your stupid test. We met up for Rubios because that is the extent of your creativity and we talked about nothing. It was SOOOO boring! I just remember straining my brain for topics and trying to think of anything... that never happens to me. Your one word answers didn't help. Maybe I'm too dominant for you? Anyway you look so different in person than you do on skype. Oh the irony! You look waaay shorter and you have fish eyes sir. Yes. You know those gold fish with the puffy big eyes on the national geographic magazine. That's what you reminded me of. And so, there was just no physical attraction. You seemed like you were miserable even though I tried to make everything as non awkward as possible. You weren't helping. And then it got super weird when we had Rubios for like 30 mins and then you walked me to the parkinglot. "Well, what now?" you said. I gave you PLENTY of suggestions and I even suggested the beach, which is free. We small talked a little more before you totally ignored all my suggestions and got in your car to go home. Lame! Anyway, thank God I previously made other plans to get pho with my girlfriends, totally talk about the horrible date I just had and then we learned Psy's Gangnum style dance. That was way more valuable than any time we would have spent together.
But, THEN!!!! ah! Wait for the next one. I thought it was obvious how not into me you were, so I was surprised to get a text from you three days later: "So, I guess that's a no? huh?" WHAT?!!! Seriously?? YOU were the one who didn't want to hang out with ME after Rubios. Why are you even texting me??? I'm so confused. And so I told you so. I think I did say almost exactly that. And you never responded again. Yeah, that's what I thought. I called it and the fact that you didn't respond confirms my suspicions. That's right! I called you out bud. Looking back at all the dates I went on, yours was the biggest waste of my time. It was the one date I wish I avoided. I think about it and it was just "icky." Boring. yawn. Sorry, but you were also kind of arrogant and that's my pet peeve.
Sincerely,
A girl that just wants to have FUN!
Dear Mr. Flake
Mr. Flake and I met online and messaged and texted and talked on the phone....well, you'll see...
Dear Mr. Flake,
I think my favorite thing about you is your voice. It is strong and deep and confident. It's one of those masculine voices that just makes me want to make you talk and talk forever so I can listen. Sexy. just sayin'.
I was excited about meeting you, mainly because of your voice, but also because we did have a lot in common. We were both family people, goal oriented, work hard, play hard, creative, fun, funny ect. And you are tall. Why is that also soooo attractive? Anyway, you were always clever in your texts and I looked forward to our phone conversations. I remember our first scheduled date was sabataged by your office, which is cool. I am a working girl, so I get the career thing. No major harm done. I am glad there was a mall close to the agreed meeting spot, as I was waiting two hours to see if you would get off for sure. When it fell through, I just thought 'next time'.
I think I went to Tahoe for a week and when I got back, we agreed to meet up again. Then you called me to say that you had to suddenly help a friend move out and it was some kind of emergency, so would tomorrow work? My patience was wearing, but I was in a good mood that day, so sure. We agreed that you would call me at one the next day to set something up. When you hadn't called and it was 2 o clock, I just let you know I was over it. Done. Nothing was materializing and you obviously weren't interested. And then there was a sob story about how you lost your job. Okay, maybe it was just a bad time for you to try and be dating people when you needed to focus on other things. But honestly, if you were a little more organized and focused maybe you could complete tasks, follow through and you would still have a job...just sayin'.
Sincerely,
A Responsible Human Being
Dear Mr. Flake,
I think my favorite thing about you is your voice. It is strong and deep and confident. It's one of those masculine voices that just makes me want to make you talk and talk forever so I can listen. Sexy. just sayin'.
I was excited about meeting you, mainly because of your voice, but also because we did have a lot in common. We were both family people, goal oriented, work hard, play hard, creative, fun, funny ect. And you are tall. Why is that also soooo attractive? Anyway, you were always clever in your texts and I looked forward to our phone conversations. I remember our first scheduled date was sabataged by your office, which is cool. I am a working girl, so I get the career thing. No major harm done. I am glad there was a mall close to the agreed meeting spot, as I was waiting two hours to see if you would get off for sure. When it fell through, I just thought 'next time'.
I think I went to Tahoe for a week and when I got back, we agreed to meet up again. Then you called me to say that you had to suddenly help a friend move out and it was some kind of emergency, so would tomorrow work? My patience was wearing, but I was in a good mood that day, so sure. We agreed that you would call me at one the next day to set something up. When you hadn't called and it was 2 o clock, I just let you know I was over it. Done. Nothing was materializing and you obviously weren't interested. And then there was a sob story about how you lost your job. Okay, maybe it was just a bad time for you to try and be dating people when you needed to focus on other things. But honestly, if you were a little more organized and focused maybe you could complete tasks, follow through and you would still have a job...just sayin'.
Sincerely,
A Responsible Human Being
Dear Mr. Valentines Day!
Mr. Valentines day and I met online. It just happened to be in February, so it turned out that our first date was on Valentines day. We were both normal and chill people, so it ended up being totally cool.
Dear Mr. Valentines day,
Um, this was probably one of the better Valentines Days that I've ever had. Partly because I've never had a boyfriend, so V day was always fun because of the chocolate and celebrating love in general, but no particular years stood out. Okay, I have to be honest. The guy who I was actually most into at the time didn't want to hang out on Valentines day because he was spending it with his mom. Yes, you read that right. So you can imagine me just annoyed. That's weird, right? I mean a guy can't possibly like you if he would rather spend time with his "mom." Anyway, this letter isn't about him. I honestly forgot the day and asked if you were free Thursday. You texted back, "Valentine's Day?" I think I replied something along the lines of, "ah! sorry. I totally forgot. We can pick another day" And as we reviewed our schedules we found that Valentines Day was the one day we were both free for like two weeks. Hey, lets just do it. It can be totally casual. We'll treat it just like another day. And you were a rock star about the whole thing. So we met at Downtown Disney because it was a halfway point and we decided to have drinks at that bar in the middle.
It was rather perfect actually. You lived in New York and I so BADLY want to live in the city for a year. I enjoyed hearing all your stories about going to school there, the late night food runs and your bartender who eventually became your friend. I love the little pieces of New York like that. Because you were educated there were endless conversations about crazy college pranks, literature, science, art and the social aspect of it all, stories about traveling, future goals and just joking around. We got along so well and I felt like I had known you for a while, probably because I sensed our personalities were so similar. You were someone of balance. I.E: Work hard, play hard, study hard, be faithful to your commitments, have a little adventure, read a good book for hours, go to a joint alone, make sure you're at the fun parties, gotta have family, love my friends. Enough of everything. It was so refreshing and fun for me. And that pumpkin beer or whatever it was....so BOMB! The lights that were hanging overhead twinkling as the echo of our laughter mingled with everyone elses' until a roar of luminosity that ascended to the midnight sky... or that's how it felt. But Disney has that vibe to it.
Being both logical, we did have a wonderful discussion on religion and we disagreed, but the discussion was great none the less. It's unfortunate because we matched in so many other ways. But when I think long term, I think of raising kids and they can't have conflicting ideologies coming at them all the time, that's confusing. Poor dears. haha.
So, we walked around, hugged goodbye in the parking lot like good friends and never saw each other again. Yet, that evening glimmers in my mind. Thanks. It was a little adventure and that is the stuff of life.
Sincerely,
A Valentine....kind of... sort of ...once...
Dear Mr. Valentines day,
Um, this was probably one of the better Valentines Days that I've ever had. Partly because I've never had a boyfriend, so V day was always fun because of the chocolate and celebrating love in general, but no particular years stood out. Okay, I have to be honest. The guy who I was actually most into at the time didn't want to hang out on Valentines day because he was spending it with his mom. Yes, you read that right. So you can imagine me just annoyed. That's weird, right? I mean a guy can't possibly like you if he would rather spend time with his "mom." Anyway, this letter isn't about him. I honestly forgot the day and asked if you were free Thursday. You texted back, "Valentine's Day?" I think I replied something along the lines of, "ah! sorry. I totally forgot. We can pick another day" And as we reviewed our schedules we found that Valentines Day was the one day we were both free for like two weeks. Hey, lets just do it. It can be totally casual. We'll treat it just like another day. And you were a rock star about the whole thing. So we met at Downtown Disney because it was a halfway point and we decided to have drinks at that bar in the middle.
It was rather perfect actually. You lived in New York and I so BADLY want to live in the city for a year. I enjoyed hearing all your stories about going to school there, the late night food runs and your bartender who eventually became your friend. I love the little pieces of New York like that. Because you were educated there were endless conversations about crazy college pranks, literature, science, art and the social aspect of it all, stories about traveling, future goals and just joking around. We got along so well and I felt like I had known you for a while, probably because I sensed our personalities were so similar. You were someone of balance. I.E: Work hard, play hard, study hard, be faithful to your commitments, have a little adventure, read a good book for hours, go to a joint alone, make sure you're at the fun parties, gotta have family, love my friends. Enough of everything. It was so refreshing and fun for me. And that pumpkin beer or whatever it was....so BOMB! The lights that were hanging overhead twinkling as the echo of our laughter mingled with everyone elses' until a roar of luminosity that ascended to the midnight sky... or that's how it felt. But Disney has that vibe to it.
Being both logical, we did have a wonderful discussion on religion and we disagreed, but the discussion was great none the less. It's unfortunate because we matched in so many other ways. But when I think long term, I think of raising kids and they can't have conflicting ideologies coming at them all the time, that's confusing. Poor dears. haha.
So, we walked around, hugged goodbye in the parking lot like good friends and never saw each other again. Yet, that evening glimmers in my mind. Thanks. It was a little adventure and that is the stuff of life.
Sincerely,
A Valentine....kind of... sort of ...once...
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