My Earth-Shattering Revelation About Tinder
I recently went on my first two Tinder dates - two different guys but oddly enough, both had the same name and were the same age. I was hesitant to try Tinder because I had heard it's "Grinder for straight people," i.e. just a hook up app. But a few months ago, I ran into someone who adamantly told me it had evolved into a regular dating app and he had met his girlfriend through it. I set up my profile and and selected the right pictures, then started swiping. And swiping. And swiping. And then discovered that in this very new world of Tinder, there are TINDER MEMES! I said TINDER MEMES! About every thirty swipes or so (don't judge me), one comes across a guy hugging a tiger. This is a thing. This thing has its own Tumblr. I don't even know where to begin. If I were an anthropologist, I'd say this is a very thinly veiled attempt to convey their masculinity and wealth in one single picture. I mean - I don't think they let you hug the tigers at the Bronx Zoo.
The funny thing about this supposedly revolutionary new dating tool is that in place of algorithms, witty profiles and the appeal of specific dating destinations, the process for choosing a match is actually more akin to real life. When you're at a crowded bar, you can't scan the room looking for someone whose wit catches your eye. Or find any clues regarding your compatibility other than subtle non-verbal cues related to someone's appearance.
Like real life, it has even become common practice on Tinder to acknowledge that you're attracted to someone but do absolutely nothing about it. Long-time users may have over 1,000 matches but have only spoken to a handful. It's like an unexpected flirtation on the subway with someone that ends the minute they get off at their stop. Perhaps it's the fear that the real life romantic version of them won't live up to what we've quickly allowed ourselves to imagine.
So how did my dates go? Well - on the first date, completely at a loss over what to say - I opened with,
"This is my first Tinder date. I thought it was a hookup app but someone told me that now it's a regular dating app."
I'm not one for subtleties. There was a long pause as my date searched for a tactful response. I fully expected him to respond by telling me it was a hookup app, and then promptly end the date. But instead the date proceeded in a way that tells me that there are still varying expectations of what it's for. It didn't go anywhere. The second date was not a match either but at least I discovered two new wine bars.
I've never had much luck meeting and dating guy I've met at bars and don't know women who have but perhaps Tinder is the equivalent of going bar hopping to find romance. We shall see...
Weekend Web Guide
Just in case there's a moment this weekend where you actually want to spend time at your computer - you know - glued to it like it's a weekday- here's a short list of some of my favorite sites.For honest, entertaining and helpful relationship advice whether you're single or dating, check out The Date Report from HowAboutWe.
For gift ideas, fashion and all around regular inspiration for women, check out my favorite blog Cup of Jo by Joanna Goddard.
For a regular dose of creative inspiration, add Visual News to your RSS reader.
"Dating" 3.0
Picture this. A new app comes out that's all the rage - at least if you're a nerd in the advertising/ tech community. We'll call this app "Color." Naturally, you try it out because you're curious. It takes you a good five minutes to realize this app can either attract stalkers, be used for dating or potentially expose you to some saucy material while you're sitting at work. A few pictures and comments later you realize you have a few admirers ... digital admirers that is. In fact, they're fighting each other for your attention and the chivalry that you've never seen in person suddenly comes out in their comments. A day later, one digital admirer outwits all the rest and you reveal a tidbit that shows your identity. Five minutes later, you get a Facebook request. As the old saying goes, curiosity usually gets the best of you - so you accept.In the weeks that follow, you have a series of back and forth Facebook messages with the intention of actually meeting in the flesh. Despite working for the same company, you haven't crossed paths. A slow response rate and abbreviated messages indicate that maybe he's not that interested. Okay.. you think. It's not like we've ever even met. You browse through a dating site wondering if you actually have time to date and spot an old message you sent to a dating profile weeks prior. It's him ... weird ... But he never responded. Hmm. A few days later there's no response to your message and you think whatever it was, it's over. But wait. He has just requested you on FourSquare.
Finally.. a moment you were completely unprepared for. It's a crazy day at work and you're running around, stressed and frazzled. And who do you run into - him of course. You can hear in his hello that he is pleasantly surprised. After one more round of Facebook messages, there's radio silence. A few weeks later, he has changed his relationship profile to "In A Relationship" which to my understanding, women have to practically withhold sex to get their boyfriends to do that or be dating for an extended period of time. So you wonder... is this what has become of "dating" in 2011? Dare I say dating 3.0? And you tell yourself that maybe next time, maybe you'll control your curiosity and not fall down the web 3.0 rabbit hole.
Advice for women turning 30
Re-Blogged via Penelope Trunk's Brazen Careerist. I though this was appropriate given that I'm less than 2 months away from the big 3-0. She reviews data via OkCupid on how dating changes for women. It's interesting to see how one year can change a woman's self perception and how she is perceived in society. A friend recently told me that turning 30 is great because you find a certain level of confidence and calm that you didn't have in your 20's. In the past, I have found that reaching age milestones usually don't change a person from one day to the next but I have a feeling that turning 30 will be different.Advice for women turning 30
This is Caitlin McCabe. She's turning 30 this week. I met Caitlin through my Brazen Careerist co-founder, Ryan Paugh. They are getting married, and every day I thank goodness that Ryan found her, because I don't have a lot of friends in Madison, and I can't have one fall to the wayside for marrying someone I don't like.
Caitlin wrote a thoughtful post about turning 30, which reminded me that I have a lot to say about turning 30. So this post is my birthday present to Caitlin. If you can call unsolicited advice a gift.
1. Don’t look to men for turning-30 camaraderie.Turning 30 is different for men and women. Take a look at OKCupid, which is a dating site, yes, but it is also one of the most intoxicating data centers online. Their official blogger, Christian Rudder, does an incredible job of parsing the data from millions of people who use the site to figure out surprising answers to intriguing questions.
Rudder parses OKCupid data to find that, women are most desirable to men when women are in their 20s, and men are least desirable to women when they are in their 20s. Makes sense—men select for looks and women select for money. This is not some sexist social artifact—this is just how the world works and you cannot change it by forcing a generation of girls to play soccer.
What is also true is that women in their 20s earn more than men. So women feel relatively confident at work. But this switches in their 30s, when men start earning more. Sure, this is a result of a string of career-limiting decisions women make (like, they don’t want to be at the Consumer Electronics Show delivering a baby), but the bottom line is that the security women had in their earning power will go down and the men’s security will go up.
What this means for the turning-30 crowd is that men feel great and women feel trepidation.
2. Approach your biological clock head on.First, for most women, the biological clock starts ticking like an earthquake when you turn 30 and have no kids. I know it is not scientifically proven, but most women will tell you that even if you thought you didn’t want kids, if you are ever going to change your mind, it’ll be when you turn 30. Something weird happens. And don’t tell me it’s society, because the Baby Boomer moms of Gen Xers were vehement that there is no rush to have kids, and thirty year old daughters should focus on careers, and still, Gen Xers felt the crush of the clock at age 30.
It is logical that you would panic about your clock because your clock is about to explode. Have you looked at data for mothers who are over 35? Here's a chart from Classhelp.com, and while this is just Down's Syndrome, most pregnancy risk-factor slopes look like this one:
But it’s not like you can’t control your dating life. It’s all you. If you want to find a husband, you’ll find one. Just make it a priority. First, you get rid of all the things you know are bringing you down. Junky eating. Junky friends. No exercise. No passion about work or anything outside of work. Fix all that. There are 1000 self-help books to tell you how, but really, you just need one thing—a will to change.
You will attract who you deserve. If you don’t like who you are getting, change yourself. If you can’t change yourself, get a reality check.
Then just choose the guy. Here are two things to consider: 1. There is no good time to have a baby. It'll always mess up your career, so just do it if want one. 2. There is no best way to choose a mate. Men will change careers, eventually have health problems, make parenting promises they won’t keep—it’s astounding how much marriage turns out to be a bait-and-switch. You can control so little, so don’t waste a lot of time trying to control for stuff you can’t—ultimately—control.
3. Relish the upcoming decade: it will probably be your best. You know why? Because for women, their 30s decade is the best one of their sexual life. OK Cupid has outstanding data about women and sex. Women overwhelmingly report that they had no idea how bad they were in bed during their 20s, but they got much better in their 30s. By the time women are in their 40s, their sex drive is at its highest and their competence in bed is at its highest. When asked why, women report that their self-confidence and self-knowledge is at an all-time high.
The problem is that while women in their 40s are great in bed, they are increasingly unhappy in life. Women in their 40s report the most anxiety, sleeplessness, and pressure than any other demographic, and women, after 40, grow more and more unhappy as time goes on.
I, of course, have scoured research to find ways to overcome this statistical nightmare. But, in the meantime, women turning thirty can console yourselves: You are gaining self-confidence in leaps and bounds during your 30s, and your bedroom skills have the same slope as the graph above—but in a good way.
So really, Caitlin, and all you other women entering your 30s, you’re entering the decade that is best for women. Honestly, I’m hoping I’m in my best decade too. But I’ll tell you something: My 30s were hard to beat. And I’m saying that even though I turned 30 with no job, no boyfriend and no money. So I know you'll have a great time as well.
Totally Self Indulgent Post & Reflections
I seemed to have forgotten that this is my PERSONAL blog.. so I'm going to try and take it back to its roots. This has been an interesting and productive day for the most part. I worked in the morning, and met with a fellow blogger/ Twitter friend for coffee. Hello Twitter friends! Wow. I can't stress enough how rewarding it is to make new connections in the most random ways. Like on Sunday, for instance, I made new friends while photographing people on the street and waiting for the Second Avenue bus in the rain.
I digress.
After walking half the length of Manhattan (long story), I met up with a few of my good friends. Actually, it was kind of awesome. They were all friends from different areas of my life who finally got to meet each other. We had 2 people with the same last name (unrelated) and two people with nearly the same first name. It would have been even more awesome if I wasn't so distracted by the fact that I ran into my ex AGAIN. If that weren't a weird enough coincidence, another friend who I haven't seen in years showed up at the restaurant to order takeout. More oddly still, he has the same name as my OTHER friend who I was hoping could have came, but who happened to be having dinner with my other ex boyfriend. You don't really need to follow all of that. I think the point is that New York is getting too small for me. Especially with my ability to spot familiar faces after seeing them for only a nano second.
Being that I'm moving in a week from the Upper East Side (holy cow! Freaking out! In denial about packing!), I thought it was appropriate that I reflected on where I was about a year ago before I moved Uptown. At the time, I was sick of the downtown crowds. Was going out way too much and eating the amazing fast food of the East Village. Post from last year: "Short story long, if it's not already obvious, I'm really looking forward to moving. There is no question that I need to change my lifestyle and develop more healthy habits. And a move is the fresh start that I obviously need. I can't wait to regularly run in Central Park, cook healthy meals with more than 4 inches of counter space, develop buns of steel from my 5th story walk up, NOT regularly stop at Criff Dog, Ray's Pizza, Pinkberry, Red Mango, etc. on my way home, save money, not stop at Solas... and get serious about applying to a master's program this fall. So yeah, feel free to hold me accountable and I'll happily entertain you with my progress. Maybe even be an inspiration.. but yeah, I may miss Pheobe the cat."
So where am I now, you ask? Well.. I still go out to eat way too much but can count on my fingers (and toes) how many times this year I've gone on a 5am, Solas bender. But I can also count the same number of times I've gone running in Central Park. I don't eat Red Mango or Pinkberry anymore mainly because I discovered I'm lactose intolerant. Eesh. Might have used up the enzymes on those treats! No Masters programs but at least I'm going to a "boot camp" in San Francisco in the Fall. Overall, I have changed a lot and I guess matured in my ways. And I'd have to say that I've probably experienced more changes while living on East 66th street than any other 1 year period in my life. It has been quite the roller coaster. One of the benefits of having only lived in an apartment for a year is that I'm not sentimental. Yes, I'll miss Java Girl, will miss my roommate, will miss my sunlit room (long pause.. awkward whistle...) BUT.. that's about it! On to the next adventure!
This post brought to you by procrastination: attempt #652 at working on my novel.
Hi My Name Is Molly
And I'm in the NY Post today! Not terribly thrilled about the main picture but I like this one. Yes. Hello Badonkadonk in Mark Ruffalo's face.
Cards on the Table
My life is getting to be something out of a movie. Definitely a comedy. This is totally embarrassing but I'll repeat the story anyway. On Sunday, I prepared for a run - first time running in a few weeks. I had just popped a small zit. Come on.. we all have them. And had a big blotchy red spot on my cheek. I thought it over for a minute. Do I cover it up? Will I run into anyone on the East River towards Carl Schurz Park? And a thought flashed in my mind. What if I ran into my ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend (well at least I think he has a new GF). Then thought.. no, that would be ridiculous. So I headed out, realizing that eventually my whole face would be red from running. Mind you, I've had a fantastic few days so I think part of my thinking was just "fuck it." I'm going to San Francisco in October and got into an advertising program that I worked very hard to get into. I've been meeting some super duper awesome people lately and putting myself into good situations. These last few weeks/months have been the best I've had in years - I believe. I digress.
While on my walk over the bridge (presumably still with red blotch) some cute guy smiled at me. I'm assuming it was a flirtatious smile. So I thought.. okay, what ever has been going on with me has made me appealing even while sweaty and in running shorts. I pushed myself for a mile then walked through Carl Schurz Park. And then I saw him. My ex boyfriend. Alone - thank god. With a sketchbook. I stopped. Turned around and considered walking the other way. Then realized it was too late and that he saw me and that we'd have to talk. I threw up my hands in mock frustration and then walked towards him. We talked. It was awkward. I didn't tell him how amazing my life has been lately. And how I was radiating with happiness. Instead, I cut the conversation short and told him I'd be heading the other way, continuing my run. And then I ran like the wind. As cheesy as this seems. I ran like I was free, out of joy. Out of awesomeness. We met by running into each other essentially three days in a row (after having met eight months prior). While we were dating, we ran into each other on the subway. And now it's totally over and we ran into each other again. I believe in fate, but in this case, all I see is that there was a beginning, middle and an end.
Good night!
One Night Stand Revenge
A friend of mine had a one night stand with a guy she met through friends. Yeah.. we've all done it. She doesn't do it very often so had trouble reconciling with the idea that it was just one night. And naturally, the guy turned out to be a jerk who sent her mixed signals; calling her and inviting her out but not showing up, not texting her back, and then texting her from another country. So in her anger and frustration she sent him this hilarious questionnaire.
1) When do you think it is appropriate to respond to emails?
a) Within 24hrs
b) After 2 weeks
c) While you are on vacation
d) Never
e) All of the above except a)
2) When do you respond to a text message?
a) After hanging out on the beach
b) Depending on what the subject is
c) Before Sex
d) 4th of July
e) All of the above
3) What is the right thing to do after a one night stand?
a) Make plans for the following week
b) Make sure you can’t get access to any private or public transportation
c) Take a long nap
d) Text the next day to explain yourself
e) All of the above
4) What do you say when you call after 2 weeks later, while you are on vacation?
a) Hope you're having a good summer
b) I don’t really know what to say
c) I don’t even know why I made this phone call
d) It's weird but I will leave her a message after all
e) All of the above
5) When you say you will call in a couple of days, what is going through your head?
a) couple = more than 2 days
b) few = at least 3 days
c) week = not sure
d) month = too many days to count… forget it
e) hmmm… did I really made that call?
Dating = Energy
My friend and I had a four hour "conversation" via email yesterday (34 emails in total!) about the time and energy that dating takes out of us. I'm not even looking for anything right now because I could be across the country in a few months.. but alas.. somehow I fell into dating and all the stress that comes with it.
"A" commented that, "we put so much effort, time, and brainpower into thinking about the opposite sex - whether dating, trying to have sex, flirting, hooking up, etc. I wonder what people our age who are married or in long term relationships think about and use all that excess energy on."
To which I responded that they put all that excess energy into planning dinner parties and telling their single friends to stop looking/thinking about finding someone because they'll find them when they least expect it.
What do you think?
In other news - I've decided that my problem is that I get enamored with the idea of someone before I've really evaluated if we have a connection; i.e. the idea of dating an artist, or a writer, or a former musician, or a computer geek. Totally lame. I know. I do, however, try to stay open minded and don't turn down guys just because they don't fit my mold - if I even have a mold. Yeah, speaking of energy, I was totally putting all my energy into other things besides men for a bit. I'll work on getting back into that zone soon before I get too side tracked.
Web Wandering Wednesdays
I went to my third New York Tech Meetup last night. Nothing entirely revolutionary but I'll definitely be signing up to the dating site How About We. Already got good reviews from a friend of mine and was written up in the New York Times. Just had the classic - saw pictures of my ex with another girl on vacation in a foreign country - experience. Oy vey. Only mere months after we broke up. So yeah.. if my life wasn't so up in the air about now, I'd say a good round of dating would be a great idea. Maybe I'll try it anyway :)
Letters to Juliette
Yeah.. I saw it. I spent this very rainy Tuesday running from place to place.. outside... Another pair of Aldo shoes has bitten the dust. Or rather... drowned. So at 5 when I finally returned home, I was slightly hesitant to leave my apartment again to meet up with a friend for a movie across town. I had gone out last night to a Music Unites Event. Awesomeness. And got home at 11:30ish, did not sleep a wink, then woke up at the crack of dawn to get to an AWNY 8am meeting. After the meeting, I spent a very productive morning working at V Bar on Sullivan. It's still by far my favorite work spot and worth the trip. Being in a quiet, open windowed café with classical music and great coffee definitely beats having Oscar nibble at my toes for attention. Speaking of, what's that I feel?!
Then headed up to Times Square to have lunch with the pops at Eatery. Hello Asian Chicken salad! Actually, everything on the menu looked amazing. Since I was in the area, I decided to check out a bead store I've been meaning to get to. Found a bunch of others. Bought some beads which I haven't done in about 5 years. Holy crap. I feel the passion for jewelry making. Now if only I had a little more room in my apartment and my schedule. Then went on a long, puddle filled journey to find a pair of Hunter Boots that ended in complete failure. Hence my drowned shoes. Bloomingdales had a pair of deep purple boots but I actually felt like it would clash with all the other purple in my wardrobe. And people would think, like.. er, I have an obsession with purple or something.
Oh.. so here we are! Back to the movie. It was totally cheesy. Just as expected. But completely delightful and just what I needed. Nothing like watching a movie that takes place in Tuscany, about finding love while sitting in a Times Square movie theater, as a recently single gal on a cold, rainy Tuesday. It reminded me what I really want in life again. Not that I needed reminding. Love. Sun. Good food. Wine. And Good conversation. To top things off, I found myself surrounded by a group of 20 or so young Italians while walking to the F train. I sign? Why yes. I would think so. Now the question is, can I find these things in New York City?
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| Yeah, apparently they have a love/ hate relationship. No. not adorable at all. |
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| Rachel Platten from the Music Unites concert at the Cooper Hotel. She's going to be a star. |
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| And couple walking through Times Square today. I got nothing. You? |
Don't Worry Ma, I Still Have My Sense of Humor
For the last few weeks, I have been trying to get my stuff back from my ex. I vaguely remembered leaving a Harry Potter book in an attempt to get him to read it (he didn't!!!) and especially wanting it back because it was my sister's book. But mostly, I forgot all about the other things. I wanted some sort of closure but who doesn't? So it was kind of annoying that it kept dragging on - and my friends asked, "Do you really need your stuff back?" To which I replied that that wasn't the point. It was the principal! Duh.
So this evening, the day had finally come when we were to meet. As I opened the bag (following 20 minutes of awkward conversation interrupted by Oscar's frequent attacks (I didn't train him, I swear!!)) - I realized... it was about my stuff! Well mostly... Stuff I totally forgot he had. Holy crap. I feel whole again as I leaf through my "150 Ways to Tell if You're Ghetto" book. I can now have a cathartic release watching old episodes of Sex and The City (yeah, he wouldn't watch those either). And realize that like the early history of New York City, my love life (and self) is constantly evolving but will eventually grow into something great. All the while asking myself One Hundred Questions so I can truly figure out who I am and what I want... Okay, so it did take a plate of penné allá vodka and glass of red wine to come to this happy conclusion. But c'est la vie.
Another Re-Post
Cause I'm too tired to re-cap my fairly awesome evening
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Men = Animals
Favorite quote of last night.
my guy friend: "It's like dangling bacon in front of a bear and expecting not to get mauled. You can't blame the bear."
me: But men are human and not animals. There is a different set of rules and code of society they need to live by."
my guy friend: "No there isn't. Guys are animals and you better be careful not to dangle the bacon."
Midnight Happenings
Okay Mom. I should totally be sleeping right now but this one's for you. Just got back from another date with a super cool guy. Sorry kids. Can't be giving out the details but let's just say it's about freaking time I met someone who's on the same wavelength as me. You should hear how we met. Talk about how the universe works, etc. Maybe I'll tell ya'll some day.
I digress.
As I was walking home from our date around midnight, some guy on a bike said something to the effect of "girl, here's my number." And I sort of threw my head up or something in mock annoyance, and he said, "girl, don't give me that look. There's no reason we can't be friends." Then I thought I lost him but low and behold, he showed up in front of my apartment saying "I thought I lost you. Take my number (as he reads it allowed). I don't have a baby mama or anything."
Wow.. that's a new one. I'd like to note that out of my 3 1/2 years living in the East Village, I was never followed by anyone. The closest following was one guy who told me about his drug selling adventures but I think he was just walking to the subway, which was on the way. Aight, peace out playas. Time for me to hit the sack. P.S. I'm totally getting sick. I can feel it in my throat. Such terrible timing.
Ponderings
Last night I dreamed that I had a baby and was all like.. "are you sure it's mine because I don't remember having sex recently or giving birth." Yeah.. sad that even my subconscious is aware of this fact. I won't say who the father was although I'm sure he'll be very happy to read this if he still checks out W&P. Hint.. yoga pants. According to online dream research, it means I'll be entering an exciting new phase in my life or taking on a new project "hence the birth." That seems about right with how I feel but according to my dream, I'm having trouble accepting this and moving forward.
Today, I also remembered that according to an old horoscope, August is supposed to be a good month for me romantically. Woohoo! I've got 18 more days to go boys! So far nothing yet although I did spot someone from my past on the train this morning. ooh lala. Also saw some guy walking through Union Square who I've met a few times before through a friend. He was wearing a suit. Yum. I'm a bit more hopeful and I knew the whole "Molly doesn't care about guys" thing would only last a month or two. I really did feel that way for a brief time due to the stress of the move. It's good to get back to my happy, flirtatious, adventurous self. Finally, as I was walking home, I spotted a guy who looked vaguely like my ex-boyfriend - enough for my heart to skip a beat in surprise (or fear). I casually walked closer to get a better look and he noticed me. So then he started giving me the eye and checking me out. Felt like it was a craigslist missed connection as I walked away and he got on a bus. But then was slightly disturbed by the idea that someone who looked vaguely like my ex-boyfriend would be the one to stare me down and be my missed connection.
Moving on. Tomorrow is like Friday for me! I'm going to Vermont with my best friend for a long and relaxing weekend. Sooo excited! I plan on writing, reading and relaxing although I realize I somehow have to carry all my shizzizzle back to Schmersey. And I may see Jack the cat! Then definitely Mischief and Lola. Exciting!
Picnic in the Park
For those of you that can't have enough picnics in the park this summer, here's the perfect all in one folding chair and picnic set for two (Seat n' Eat). How romantic. If you know any single guys between the ages of 27-35 that enjoy sitting in the park, drinking wine and eating cheese- send them my way. Once again, I spent the whole day in Central Park and took my dad to the Shake Shack. Before that, had the most productive morning cleaning my room and deciding what Papa Dukes should bring back to New Jersey. And had coffee at Java Girl where I sat outside and had philosophical conversations with the locals of the Upper East Side. I kid you not. I love my new apartment. I still can't believe this delightful establishment is across the street from me.
Ups and Downs
Ups- my photography teachers remarked that various shots from my edit were $500 portraits. Sweet. So yeah, hire me for your head shots. I gotz the skillz. That's where I need to focus on the positive. I can't remember a time in my adult, post college life where I have been so consistently inspired. Nothing like following ones passion.
Down. So this whole dating thing is having its ups and downs. Der. I kind of knew what I was getting into but it seems like every time a date doesn't work out, I get annoyed cause it requires me to go back to the drawing board. And then I wonder if I can find another smart, cute and interesting guy. Then a week goes by, and I usually do. It's just that being impatient and dating really don't go together. Then again, being impatient is something I need to work on and probably doesn't serve me well in any situation.
Ups- ever have one of those days where you look at yourself in the mirror and it's after a long day at work, rainy out, gross weather.. but you think, "damn, I look good." Come on, don't lie. You know you do. So yeah, I'm having one of those. Two very hot, but obviously younger guys stopped me on the street on my way home asking for advice on Thursday night hot spots. At what age is a woman old enough to become a cougar?
And down, even though I hate to end on a bad note-- two of my favorite coworkers are moving on from our company to pursue other endeavors. A company is all about its people and it's interesting to see how it evolves, grows, changes, etc. based on the particular group. Then how we evolve, grow and change to accommodate those changes.
Rejection
Me thinks that doing the rejecting is just as hard as being the one rejected. Okay, not just as hard or time consuming. It doesn't involve obsessively checking ones phone/ email and bouncing off theories to friends as to why said boy hasn't called. Instead of taking the guy/ ignore route, I'll carefully compose a text response politely explaining that while I enjoyed his company, it's not a match. What's worse? Why can't guys do this?
I've been disappointing my 5 fans with my lack of relationship/ love juicy tid-bits. And I will continue to do so. But I will say that it seems like I find guys who are a perfect match for me in theory- i.e. share similar values, my taste physically, have stuff in common, interesting, etc. But then we have no chemistry. Instead, I find chemistry with the close minded, conservative, jerkish, not terribly attractive guys. Do I have a problem? This is annoying. I'm not worried though, cause there are a lot of fish in the sea. See, haven't I come a long way!? Lots of smart fish I might add. Schools.
Advice for Single Ladies
Ever get that feeling sometime about 15 days after you've had your period? You're feeling thin, sort of on fire, hot, like you are turning yourself on? And like all eyes are on you? Well folks, it's called ovulating. These feelings are like our unconscious mating calls. Use it to your advantage. Not that I would ever um, advocate drinking but if there's one weekend you shouldn't stay in it would be the ovulating weekend. Read more here. Take notes. And for those brave ladies having trouble deciding if they really have chemistry with their beaus, take a sniff of him sans cologne, while he's relatively clean of course.
A quick look at a Wikipedia article reveals that ovulation only occurs in one day. Der, I suppose I should remember this from health. So ladies, that's only one day to get yourself out there and um, don't get pregnant in the process. Jeeze. No wonder why it's so hard to find a man! Oh boo. Meanwhile.. I have discovered that my next one (is this TMI??) falls on a Monday so fat chance of me finding love on one of the lamest days of the week.
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Boo. It's totally making me want a boyfriend. Despite everyone thinking I have lesbian tendencies (I know, weird right?), I can relate to Bella's strong attraction towards Edward's perfectly chiseled physique. Wow. Did I just write that? Yeah. So like I said, I can relate. That burning desire to have someone who is "forbidden" holding you with their strong arms. Wait. Um. Just kidding. I totally said I was going to focus on just photography and not my dating life. Or lack of.