First of all, I don't know what's up with me, but the last couple of nights I haven't been able to get to bed early and ya know, instead of putting that energy to good, productive use, like writing papers that are due at the end of the semester, I've been doing things like baking, decorating my house for Halloween (which by the way...looks KICK ASS!), and now writing to you all...my favorite past time when it comes to procrastination!
Well, moving on....tonight I had an awesome friend date with Steph! We went to go see the Rom Com "What's your number?" (a movie which I can completely relate to!). I am such a sap...one of my ex's used to poke fun at me, because whenever he called me up I'd either be watching a romantic comedy or watching the Disney channel...whatever! Maybe I'm a little bit cliche when it comes to my choice in movies, but it's not like I don't enjoy other genres....I just have a tendency to want to flip on the tv, curl up in my bed, and watch something sweet, sappy, and sometimes something that's uplifting!
Anyway, "What's my number?" got me thinking....I know movies are movies and things never happen the way they do in them, but I really hope I have a good story to tell about how I met my husband! I want a story like my mom and dad's....my dad calling my mom's company, about to chew them out for mislabeling chemicals they sent to his company, my mom calming him down, my dad liking the sound of my mom's voice, which led to a whole year of talking on the phone over lunch breaks until they finally decided to meet up! Then my mom was so nervous she told my dad one of her sister's had blue hair and blonde eyes! And my dad knew after the second date that he was going to marry my mom....
Do this instances still exist? Do people have good stories to tell? This is one of the reasons why I think I may be over the online dating thing, besides meeting a bunch of weirdos....Do I really want to tell my children that I met their father online?
No, no, no! I want something bigger and better to happen....for instance, like being in the pet store buying something for my kitten, when I bump into someone, because I was in a rush and wasn't paying attention....my bag of cat food breaks and spills all over the place, we both bend down to pick it up, and I look up into his beautiful blue eyes and he asks if I'm ok and I say, "Yes, thank you" and one thing leads to another and he asks me out on a date (I know, I know...so cheesy and cliche, but whatever...this is my daydream damn it and I can have whatever I want happen in it!).
Or maybe I'm out in a park running on a trail...Wait! Who am I kidding...ME? RUNNING?! hahaha....let's see...no what about me kayaking in a park, enjoying a nice day on the water with a good friend, when we both get stuck in the mud (We didn't plan our trip very well according to the tides)....we try to push and push with our paddles, but no such luck. We get out and try some more, but our legs keep getting sucked down into the nasty clay-mud combination. Then two guys round the corner, notice we are having trouble, and offer to help us and our kayaks out of the mud. After we are free, we have a good laugh, because both my friend and I look savage...leaves and twigs in our hair, mud all over...like we've been mud wrestling! We all get to talking, decide to return our kayaks to the rental station, wash up, and get some grub because we are starving after our little adventure!
I don't know if that will ever happen....maybe how I meet my future husband will be boring, but knowing me...probably not! It may not happen any time soon, but I just hope when I meet him I get this overwhelming feeling; the feeling that I know he's meant for me....like my dad got on his second date with my mom!
Well, pleasant dreams everyone!
Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Words/Things not to do on first dates (or any for that matter)!!
So, let's get down to it! I went on a first date last night with a guy I met from an online dating website...we'll call him Wells Fargo, because that's who he works for. I had straightened my hair, wore a nice new salmon colored blouse, a pair of jeans, and some cute 2-3" sandals with a black flower between the toes. I actually, to be quite honest, was not so excited about this date, because the last couple of guys I met online were just....ehhh (is all I can say). But I pumped myself up by listening to old school rap music while getting ready and doing my makeup! Ludacris Pandora station bitches!! :))
I get to the restaurant and have to park in another lot, because there's is tiny and full. The wind is whipping my hair around, it's getting in my mouth....great... I get to the door and I'm fixing myself before I go in and it's funny, because all the servers knew I was on a date: "Oh you look great..don't worry! He's in the back" LOL OMG and was it that obvious?!
I see Mr. Wells Fargo in the back and I make my way to our table. We say hello, shake hands, and start awkwardly talking.
Now guys, here comes the part you need to pay attention to: Somewhere along in our conversation we ask each other how our days were. He proceeds to tell me a little about work. When I answer and say that I have been doing laundry and baking cookies all day, Wells Fargo replies with "Oh..so you are a little domestic." WHAT?! DANGEROUS WORD to use, wrong, wrong wrong.......the last thing I want to be seen as is someone who would make a perfect housewife or something, cooking meals for my husband in a tiny apron and cleaning the house all day. Now a days you should NEVER call a girl domestic, especially when you know she's in a master's program working on getting a degree and a career! EW! I just looked at Wells and said "Um..yea I don't like that word.." and he said "Oh, sorry, you are a career woman, I meant a career woman." It would have been so much better if he said something like, "Oh what were you baking? I bet they taste really good!" or "I bet you're a good cook!"
It also didn't help his chances of getting a second date when he corrected me when I used the word "weird." He was asking about one of my piercings and asked if it hurt, I told him no and then started to tell him about all the other ones I had in undergrad that I took out. Then I said, "I guess you could say the only weird piercing I have left is my eyebrow now" and Wells says, "I don't like the word weird...I prefer 'unusual' or 'different' because it's not so negative"...Really? So now I'm getting a grammar lesson from you?! If I want to use the word weird, I'm going to use the word weird! Please, do not correct me!!
I'm going to tell you all this straight away...I do not accept compliments well or at least not when they have lost their credibility because they are used too often. Another thing that really annoyed me was Wells Fargo kept throwing out compliments like we were at a baseball game and they were baseballs. Within a matter of the 2 hours of our date he complimented me about my smile and asked if I had had braces (ok..that's not too bad), my shoes, how my shirt really compliments my complexion (uh..what?), my eyes and then almost dropped a corny pickup line, but stopped himself, and he kept saying things like: "It's not every day that I get to take a pretty girl out to dinner." Uhhh....omg I thought I was going to lose it. Like if you said two compliments that would be ok, but I felt like I was being bombarded and I felt like he was trying to impress me too much. I don't think all of his compliments were genuine and sincere...it just bugged me.
It reminded me of whenever I go home and see my parents...my dad never compliments me unless he means it, they don't come as often as I would like, but that's ok....because I know he means it. Whereas with my mom, she's continually saying things like "Oh, that outfit is so nice on you!" "Reaching for Reefs, really...you look so good in that" "That color is nice on you" "I love your hair.." etc etc...I feel like I'm being attacked with compliments. The first time my mom makes them, I try to accept graciously by saying thank you, but by the third time of saying the same thing or whatever, it's like I just want to scream 'ENOUGH ALREADY!' Maybe this is just a flaw of mine, but still, I don't think you should compliment a girl on every nice thing you see about her...save some up for later! Ration your compliments a little bit...they will mean more. And I told Wells Fargo pretty much the same thing I'm telling you here!
Lastly, the thing that kind of irked me at the end of the date, was when we stood up and walked back to our cars...he had said online that he was 5'6", but there was no way, because I was almost at eye level with my 2" sandals on. I know this is something that cannot be changed, but I just don't typically like really short guys. Idk..maybe my sandals were a lot higher than I think, but I'm 5 ft....with sandals that high I should not be looking directly into a guys eyes.
Oh, ya know....I thought of one more thing...the top 2 to 3 buttons on the shirt being undone. Yea,...don't do that! I mean, Wells Fargo comes from a Greek background and all, but please...don't be that stereotype. Please do not open your top 2 to 3 buttons on your shirt, especially when you are pasty pasty white. It just does not look good. He looked like he was trying to be Guito (I'm allowed to say that, I'm Italian lol), the only thing he was missing was a gold chain with a cross or an engraved saint hanging from it. Just no!
I want to hear about some of your first dates and the ridiculous things the guys did or said, so please post! :))
Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs
P.S. This is what I should have told Wells Fargo when he said I was a little domestic:
I get to the restaurant and have to park in another lot, because there's is tiny and full. The wind is whipping my hair around, it's getting in my mouth....great... I get to the door and I'm fixing myself before I go in and it's funny, because all the servers knew I was on a date: "Oh you look great..don't worry! He's in the back" LOL OMG and was it that obvious?!
I see Mr. Wells Fargo in the back and I make my way to our table. We say hello, shake hands, and start awkwardly talking.
Now guys, here comes the part you need to pay attention to: Somewhere along in our conversation we ask each other how our days were. He proceeds to tell me a little about work. When I answer and say that I have been doing laundry and baking cookies all day, Wells Fargo replies with "Oh..so you are a little domestic." WHAT?! DANGEROUS WORD to use, wrong, wrong wrong.......the last thing I want to be seen as is someone who would make a perfect housewife or something, cooking meals for my husband in a tiny apron and cleaning the house all day. Now a days you should NEVER call a girl domestic, especially when you know she's in a master's program working on getting a degree and a career! EW! I just looked at Wells and said "Um..yea I don't like that word.." and he said "Oh, sorry, you are a career woman, I meant a career woman." It would have been so much better if he said something like, "Oh what were you baking? I bet they taste really good!" or "I bet you're a good cook!"
It also didn't help his chances of getting a second date when he corrected me when I used the word "weird." He was asking about one of my piercings and asked if it hurt, I told him no and then started to tell him about all the other ones I had in undergrad that I took out. Then I said, "I guess you could say the only weird piercing I have left is my eyebrow now" and Wells says, "I don't like the word weird...I prefer 'unusual' or 'different' because it's not so negative"...Really? So now I'm getting a grammar lesson from you?! If I want to use the word weird, I'm going to use the word weird! Please, do not correct me!!
I'm going to tell you all this straight away...I do not accept compliments well or at least not when they have lost their credibility because they are used too often. Another thing that really annoyed me was Wells Fargo kept throwing out compliments like we were at a baseball game and they were baseballs. Within a matter of the 2 hours of our date he complimented me about my smile and asked if I had had braces (ok..that's not too bad), my shoes, how my shirt really compliments my complexion (uh..what?), my eyes and then almost dropped a corny pickup line, but stopped himself, and he kept saying things like: "It's not every day that I get to take a pretty girl out to dinner." Uhhh....omg I thought I was going to lose it. Like if you said two compliments that would be ok, but I felt like I was being bombarded and I felt like he was trying to impress me too much. I don't think all of his compliments were genuine and sincere...it just bugged me.
It reminded me of whenever I go home and see my parents...my dad never compliments me unless he means it, they don't come as often as I would like, but that's ok....because I know he means it. Whereas with my mom, she's continually saying things like "Oh, that outfit is so nice on you!" "Reaching for Reefs, really...you look so good in that" "That color is nice on you" "I love your hair.." etc etc...I feel like I'm being attacked with compliments. The first time my mom makes them, I try to accept graciously by saying thank you, but by the third time of saying the same thing or whatever, it's like I just want to scream 'ENOUGH ALREADY!' Maybe this is just a flaw of mine, but still, I don't think you should compliment a girl on every nice thing you see about her...save some up for later! Ration your compliments a little bit...they will mean more. And I told Wells Fargo pretty much the same thing I'm telling you here!
Lastly, the thing that kind of irked me at the end of the date, was when we stood up and walked back to our cars...he had said online that he was 5'6", but there was no way, because I was almost at eye level with my 2" sandals on. I know this is something that cannot be changed, but I just don't typically like really short guys. Idk..maybe my sandals were a lot higher than I think, but I'm 5 ft....with sandals that high I should not be looking directly into a guys eyes.
Oh, ya know....I thought of one more thing...the top 2 to 3 buttons on the shirt being undone. Yea,...don't do that! I mean, Wells Fargo comes from a Greek background and all, but please...don't be that stereotype. Please do not open your top 2 to 3 buttons on your shirt, especially when you are pasty pasty white. It just does not look good. He looked like he was trying to be Guito (I'm allowed to say that, I'm Italian lol), the only thing he was missing was a gold chain with a cross or an engraved saint hanging from it. Just no!
I want to hear about some of your first dates and the ridiculous things the guys did or said, so please post! :))
Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs
P.S. This is what I should have told Wells Fargo when he said I was a little domestic:
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