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Ever feel like you were in Groundhog Day except without Bill Murray?

by The Bare Essentials Today on May 10, 2010

I feel like I have been just spinning my wheels the past few months. Doing the same thing, over and over again. Day in, day out.

 Sounds exciting, right?

 No new dates since the one with the kids who didn’t even bother to walk me to my car. I’ve been *winked* at by someone who said he was 5’9” but is now feeling 5’11” (dontcha just hate when you grow like that??), been *winked* at by Silver dude who didn’t get the hint when I politely said I wasn’t interested so he felt the need to email me to tell me he was my Mr. Right. And also old enough to be my father. Got email from some dude on PoF who had a wild weekend rescuing some parrots or something like that. Another *wink* from some dude who is looking for a God fearing woman (that’s pretty much all his profile said.) And Wolverine (his facial hair looked like Wolverine, but he was not even close to looking like Hugh Jackman!) who after I declined his *wink* emailed me asking if I’d actually read his profile and how could two former NY’ers not have fun? Well, buddy boy, your profile wasn’t actually that intriguing to me and didn’t sound very fun at all.

 It’s getting old. Stale. It’s the same profiles on every freaking site (I’m currently only on Match and PoF.) It makes you start to feel like things will never happen.

 I’m a decent looking gal, I have a wicked sense of humor, I’m a gosh darn good person. Where is he already? What is it about my profile that makes the not so interesting guys respond and not the ones I’m actually interested in? Is it me? Is it my looks? I’ve had a few *winks* or emails that I’ve shown to some friends and they were all, what makes that person think they are in your league? Now I don’t agree with this completely, typically I would neverinamillion years classify myself as “league” worthy, but after viewing some of these profiles, I kinda sorta agree. They are ridonkulous!

 Honestly, I don’t know where I’m going with this post except to use it as an outlet for my frustrations. I’m tired of not having someone to come home to at night, someone I can call up after a bad day, someone to cook dinner for/with, and definitely someone I can go to bed with at night ;)

 I read some of these other dating blogs and I wonder are they just less picky then me? How do they get all these emails, dates, etc. Are guys truly only interested in looks? Stick thin, blonde, big boobs, Barbie-looking type girls? I guess I lose then. Brunette, curvey, definitely don’t look like Barbie, not even like her red-headed step sister, I got the boobs thing down though!

 Alright, enough self-pity about my lack of a dating life. I’d write about work, but it sucks too. Plus they could fire me.

 So onto vacation!

 Yay, I absolutely cannot wait to go on vacation. One week away!  And it will not be anything like my trip last year with that psycho stalker who said he was at my hotel. Creepy. Nope, not telling anyone where I’m going, where I’m staying or when I’m going.

 No laptop. Not answering my cell unless it’s a personal call. Got myself some new duds and some new kicks and I’m gonna enjoy.

 Afternoon cocktails? Why yes, don’t mind if I do.

Decadent dinners? Absofuckinglutely, I’m all over that.

 I hope to come back refreshed, a little richer and ready to start the next chapter in my dating life. Hopefully this blog will get a bit more interesting!

 BTW….hop on over to In the Real World: Venus vs Mars, it’s a great site and tomorrow they will posting some topics looking for some feedback and maybe even a guest poster or two!

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I got a taste of my own medicine and I gotta admit, it’s pretty bitter

by The Bare Essentials Today on February 18, 2010

There will be no date this Friday with Nascar guy. I got a taste of my own medicine and I’m not liking it so much.

We chatted. We agreed we would meet this Friday. Then nothing. Sure, there were a few texts, but none since last Saturday. And I found it was me initiating them, not the other way around. This from the guy who before we had our first date, texted me “Good morning, have a great day!” everyday before our date.

That’s my move, not yours. Pretty sneaky sis, pretty sneaky.

As I said in my last post, I was hesitant. I got a case of the Whatifs. Like I always do. Whatif I can’t get past the teeth? Whatif I can’t get past the Nascar? Whatif his junk is too small? (OK I really didn’t think that this time, but hey, the thought has crossed my mind before!) Whatif I can’t deal with him having kids? Whatif I’ve missed my chance? Whatif I already met the *right* person for me and I let him get away? Whatif he can’t deal with my flaws? Whatif I can’t deal with his flaws?

You know, the whatifs.

I get the whatifs a lot and I think that keeps me at arms length from people. They make me second guess myself and my decisions.

This time I decided to forget all the whatifs, those little fuckers. I was just going to let it happen, whatever *it* was. I was going to overlook, not over-analyze and just go with the flow.

Then nothing. Damn it.

My memberships are coming to an end on Match.com and on eHarmony. It’s funny, I canceled eHarmony stating that I wasn’t getting any matches and of the few they were sending me, the majority of them didn’t have any pictures. That very same day they flooded me with new matches and there were only one or two with no pictures. Things that make you go hmmmmmm.

So, I decided to give Plenty of Fish one more try. I’ve tried a few times to set up my profile on that site and every single time it was deleted. I couldn’t figure it out. I wasn’t selling anything on the site, there were no nude photos of me. I think this time I finally figured it out. I was cutting and pasting the text from my Match profile into POF and for a free site they can sure detect that shit mighty quick. So I retyped the whole profile and so far, I’m still in.

I hope there really are plenty of fish on this site. Cause my sea is starting to feel like a Dr. Seuss fishbowl right about now.

I’ll be back later. I’ve gone fishing.


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All bottled up

February 16, 2010

That’s how I feel. And today is probably not a good day for me to write, because I’m all bottled up and I don’t want to be all whiny here. This is supposed to be my shiny happy place.  But I’m frustrated. Or fuh-strated, as some people I know like to pronounce it and that [...]

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Second chances, Maybe Mr. Right is actually Mr. Good Enough

February 11, 2010

So I think I’ve decided to give Nascar guy another chance. Maybe my decision was too hasty.  I mean teeth can always be fixed right? And maybe they’re not as bad as I originally thought. I was checking out some pictures on his FB page and he really is kind of cute.  The Nascar habit [...]

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Texting, dinner and the teeth

February 1, 2010

The big date was last Thursday and I don’t think there will be a follow up.  He was nice enough, but I’m thinking that we are in two different places. And before anyone comments, with some of what I’m about to rehash and seek advice on, I know I’m getting ahead of myself and thinking [...]

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Me…in the raw

October 26, 2009

So, I made a decision today. I have cancelled all my online dating profiles. I’ve been wasting so much time checking all my different inboxes, waiting to see who, if anyone, has emailed me or checked out my profile. And it’s just wrong. Creating new profiles on 284759684727 sites only to find the exact same [...]

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I should never have to wake up to mean emails. They make me want to curse and it’s not good to curse first thing in the morning. Besides, I can come up with more colorful phrases once I’ve had my coffee.

October 3, 2009

I used to live with this dick guy. Every morning when the alarm would go off, I would say something to the effect of “aw, fuck, it’s way too early. I don’t wanna get up yet.”  Every morning he would lecture me on how cursing first thing when you get up is not good, it [...]

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Going through the motions

September 16, 2009

That’s what I’m starting to feel like with this whole dating thing. That I’m just going through the motions.  Sure, I log into my match and eharmony accounts daily. Check out my top 5 matches, check off the obligatory “yes,” “no,” or “maybe” based on what their pictures look like (I’m not shallow, I just [...]

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Finding Nemo

August 31, 2009

And by Nemo, I mean me. You didn’t get that?  I’ve decided it’s time for some self-discovery and some reevaluation. So I thought I would stroll down memory lane and try and figure out exactly what went wrong in past relationships and why there are none on the new horizon. Not that I could ever [...]

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Prince Albert

August 28, 2009

And I don’t mean “a” Prince Albert, I mean the Prince Albert. As in the mother of all piercings. Freaky.  I dated a guy (three dates, counts as dating, right?) who had one of these. We were all snuggling and kissing on his couch one night and he started doing this whole spitty thing while [...]

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