Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Day Sixteen-On a Slightly Serious Note
I find that I get a little worn down and even a bit sad every time that I meet up with someone really wonderful......who also happens to somehow not be the wonderful for me in particular. It's almost like a wee, mini break-up each time. Especially doing the online thing. By the time that you meet in person, you've already emailed for a while (or longer), possibly spoken on the phone, and now have a certain amount of excited anticipation that this person might be SOMEONE SPECIAL. And, of course, they are someone special, just not the someone special for you. It's like playing the board game Sorry...now you've been sent back to the starting block once again and the odds are pretty good that you'll be back there yet again, but you need to not carry that with you into the future.
I guess that's the difference between dating to find someone and dating for sport. There are a LOT of sport daters online. The good ones are upfront about being catch and release sport daters...the other ones pretend that they could possibly be looking for a relationship but have been on the website for 4 years now (you can tell because they haven't bothered updating their profile and it refers to "recently" starting something in 2007).
I'm not even good at dating more than one person at a time (the general basis for the activity of dating as opposed to being in a relationship). In fact, I think I might possibly be on the list of Top Ten Inept Daters. I give out way too much information, can't play the cat and mouse game, and am totally accessible and open...everything that every dating book tells you not to be. I guess it's no wonder that I'm still single huh?
Funny thing is that lately I've actually met a few really great guys online (the oddball stories still far outweigh the positive ones, but the positive ones have been really good). Unfortunately, other factors precluded these few great guys from becoming anything more than platonic friends and of course, no one joins a dating site to make a friend (well...except for those guys looking for a friend with benefits which doesn't quite constitute an actual friend). In fact, it's happened so frequently lately that, as I often do, I'm taking it as some sort of sign. And being as inept a sign interpreter as I am a dater, I have absolutely no idea what it all means, but I'm pretty sure there's a message in there somewhere. At least, I think so........
I guess that's the difference between dating to find someone and dating for sport. There are a LOT of sport daters online. The good ones are upfront about being catch and release sport daters...the other ones pretend that they could possibly be looking for a relationship but have been on the website for 4 years now (you can tell because they haven't bothered updating their profile and it refers to "recently" starting something in 2007).
I'm not even good at dating more than one person at a time (the general basis for the activity of dating as opposed to being in a relationship). In fact, I think I might possibly be on the list of Top Ten Inept Daters. I give out way too much information, can't play the cat and mouse game, and am totally accessible and open...everything that every dating book tells you not to be. I guess it's no wonder that I'm still single huh?
Funny thing is that lately I've actually met a few really great guys online (the oddball stories still far outweigh the positive ones, but the positive ones have been really good). Unfortunately, other factors precluded these few great guys from becoming anything more than platonic friends and of course, no one joins a dating site to make a friend (well...except for those guys looking for a friend with benefits which doesn't quite constitute an actual friend). In fact, it's happened so frequently lately that, as I often do, I'm taking it as some sort of sign. And being as inept a sign interpreter as I am a dater, I have absolutely no idea what it all means, but I'm pretty sure there's a message in there somewhere. At least, I think so........
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Ewww Moment of the Day
I was enjoying a lovely day at Lanikai Beach when Creepy Guy (in Speedos no less) asks me if I mind putting lotion on his back. Really? There are hundreds of people at Lanikai and he has to sit near me and ask me if I mind putting lotion on his back?!?! Do I give off an aura that only creepy folk can see?
By the way, I told Creepy Guy that "Sorry, but yes I mind because I'm a germaphobe."
Really??
By the way, I told Creepy Guy that "Sorry, but yes I mind because I'm a germaphobe."
Really??
Friday, January 13, 2012
Day Fifteen-Signs
I am a firm believer in signs (no, not traffic, directional, or warning)...Universal Signs. Unfortunately my belief has no real rhyme or reason and I also seem to have misplaced the instructional manual...so I tend to just make it up as I go along.
For instance, I had been emailing with Running Man for a short time. Nothing really came of it and we eventually ceased writing. One day, as I was driving to the beach, there he is running down the sidewalk. You might wonder how I recognized him in that abbreviated moment....well Running Man has a ponytail and I was also driving through the town he lives in. So of course, I take this as a sign.
I emailed him to say that I believe I spotted him running earlier in the day and he writes back that we should meet up for coffee. During conversation it comes up that Running Man doesn't leave the house much....or really at all (unless he's going to work or....you guessed it....running). That was a bit unusual but okay....so he's a homebody. I'm not one to go out all the time either. Well turns out that Running Man really should be Chinese Crested Man because he apparently shaves his entire body (except his ponytail of course). Yes. Entire body. Brings a whole new meaning to the term "manscaping". So I'm sitting there thinking...."Geez....does that mean that he would expect the person he's with to shave their ENTIRE body as well?". Imagine the razor stubble. And the time spent on this activity that could be spent on say.....running instead. And really.......WHY??
Wish I could find that instructional manual.....
For instance, I had been emailing with Running Man for a short time. Nothing really came of it and we eventually ceased writing. One day, as I was driving to the beach, there he is running down the sidewalk. You might wonder how I recognized him in that abbreviated moment....well Running Man has a ponytail and I was also driving through the town he lives in. So of course, I take this as a sign.
I emailed him to say that I believe I spotted him running earlier in the day and he writes back that we should meet up for coffee. During conversation it comes up that Running Man doesn't leave the house much....or really at all (unless he's going to work or....you guessed it....running). That was a bit unusual but okay....so he's a homebody. I'm not one to go out all the time either. Well turns out that Running Man really should be Chinese Crested Man because he apparently shaves his entire body (except his ponytail of course). Yes. Entire body. Brings a whole new meaning to the term "manscaping". So I'm sitting there thinking...."Geez....does that mean that he would expect the person he's with to shave their ENTIRE body as well?". Imagine the razor stubble. And the time spent on this activity that could be spent on say.....running instead. And really.......WHY??
Wish I could find that instructional manual.....
Thursday, January 12, 2012
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