Happy Holidays! Once again I’m entering this holiday season trying to ignore all the engagement/pregnancy/puppy/happiness going on around me as best I can. I’ve decided to take a break from my online dating escapades for a while, after a particularly disappointing outcome with the last guy.
Why is dating so complicated? And why is the progression from meeting to dating to feelings so hard? If you don’t eventually want a relationship but you don’t want a casual hookup, then it is IRRESPONSIBLE to portray yourself as emotionally mature and available, and you don’t belong on a dating site.
OK enough about that. Time to finish out the year focusing on myself and what makes me happy. For right now that means catching up with friends, my fake masking tape fireplace, Doctor Who episodes, and getting back to the gym.
The dangers of gchat-ing with someone before actually meeting up is that sometimes a random guy will email you a picture. You’ll be confused because said picture was on his dating website profile, and you’ve already seen it. So he says he’s going to email you another picture, but you suspect it’s going to be a dick pic. You tell him it’s probably a good idea just to delete it. He says he just sent it, but delete it when you get it. You OBVIOUSLY take a look at the pic.
Yup, it’s a dick pic. Well hello there.
He says geez you shoulda just deleted it. You respond with dude, you went to all the trouble of taking the pic and sending it. He tells you that he’s in a ‘strange state of being’ and signs off.
Guys? Can we start with some abs first? At this point I’d even be fine with photos of your car. This is getting old.
The dangers of texting with someone before actually meeting up is that sometimes when you leave your phone on silent overnight, you wake up to not 1, not 2, but 10 text messages– one of which is a picture of a random dude’s junk. Yes. His JUNK.
Well hello there.
How about some abs or a nice shot of your arm muscles (with or without tattoo)? I mean, really? Really? Sigh.
I woke up this morning, checked my OKC messages, and then took a look at who had viewed my profile during the night. TO MY HORROR one of my coworkers had taken a look at my profile. Not going to lie, I MAY be slightly traumatized.
XXX ‘stalked’ my online profile for several days. His profile picture showcased a dim photo of a guy with a large hat on and no shirt. Finally he mustered up the courage to send me an email. Here it is, recreated in its entirety:
Some dude just sent me a note on the online dating site I frequent. It read: “I want to cuddle the fuck out of you.”
I don’t even…
… I mean
I ran a 5K last weekend. The Miss Santa 5K, which I ran last year, and which was the first ‘real’ 5K I ran. I started running again in preparation for this year’s race a few weeks ago, but prior to that I hadn’t run since April. Oh, also I was pretty jet lagged, having just flown back from the West Coast the night before.
Let’s just say I didn’t have super high hopes.
Let’s also say that I BLASTED my way through this race! I ran the whole thing without stopping to walk once, and shaved nearly FOUR MINUTES off my last 5K time from April. Four minutes! Ridic! I finished with a time of 33:52 (exactly 5 minutes better than my 2011 time), a 10:50 pace and was in the middle of the pack of runners (compared to last year when I was one of the last people to finish). Not too shabby.
I’m pretty proud of myself right now. It’s been an asshat of a year but it’s events like this that make me realize how far I’ve come.
It’s surprising how much easier it is to go for a run when you’re not carrying 25-odd pounds of baggage on your body. Not saying that I … enjoyed … it. I’m just saying it wasn’t quite as horrific as I’d anticipated, given that the last time I went for a run was in APRIL. (That’s 7 months ago, people). I am signed up to run the Miss Santa 5K in December again, so hopefully my training won’t be that painful. In any case, what are some good running songs that I should use for my running playlist? I usually listen to Pandora, but I’d like to have an actual playlist that I can listen to that will help get me through the miles. Any suggestions?
… seeing that the creepy sketchball guy from high school just got married to a normal-looking girl. If someone like him can find love, does that mean I’m even weirder than I think???
Note to self: Stay. Away. From. Trader Joe’s. On the first day back to school for college kids.
It was a nightmare. I just wanted to dash in and dash out with a few items for my dinner last night, but I ended up getting sucked into the third circle of Hell (Gluttony), and I quickly descended into the fifth circle (Anger). Extreme anger. But by that time it was too late and I had already committed to standing in a line that snaked halfway around the perimeter of the store. It was late, raining, and there were way too many coeds in short shorts and flip flops braying about how they didn’t know anyone on their floor.
Whatever happened to college cafeterias?