I had some time to think, or dwell, on why it didn't work out with the last guy.
& as much as I don't want to admit it, it may have something to do with the Blue Loo curse.. I mean aside from him being a jerk.
I have mentioned the blue loo & how every guy who uses it either ditches me or never speaks to me again, so no wonder it didn't work out.
I am never letting a guy go to that toilet ever again, I don't care if you shit yourself. I don't care if you have to go outside & pee in the garden, because obviously if you use the toilet I won't be seeing you again.
It's funny the things parents say, my dad just asked me the other night what happened with the "kiwi" I'd gone out with. I was a bit vague & said it didn't work out. His comment was "yeah no wonder it's because he had a secret wife & kids in NZ, I told ya so".. what the?
Yes.. that's why it didn't work, although with my track record the truth in that is quite possible.
In the next few weeks I will working on drinking a lot of alcohol & finding someone else to fall in love with (temporarily of cos, as I'm waiting for Luke Perry).
Last night I decided to go drinking, for a stupidly loud person sober, I manage to get even louder when I'm drunk. But no doubt I was myself, a stupid smart arse.. & charmed another "victim" & scored a number.. so no doubt he will also have a secret wife & kids in NZ & I'll have another blog entry.
I also got a text last night from a FB friend asking if I really was at The Lass.. haha I guess my FB check-ins are a little all over the shop. Lets just say I honestly don't spend ANY time at "Bikini Island Charlestown Square" for obvious reasons.
Sometimes I check into Henny Penny at midnight.. I mean c'mon I'm a fatty at heart but I'm not at Henny Penny at midnight. (despite the fact it's closed by what 10pm)
I started checking in to random places as a joke.. & mainly to prevent stalkers. As there was once a guy... who liked to conventiently "show up" to the places I was checked into. So thanks FB for making stalking acceptable behaviour.
I mean I at least stalk in private & just look at posts & pics etc. Which is totally acceptable. I don't rock up at the movies or a restaurant because someone's there. (although if I was friends with Luke Perry & he was in Newcastle I'd be there)
I have had a few stalkers.. & I'm sure I've done weird shit, like write love letters & poems to the boys in highschool who didn't love me.. haha I mean I never gave them to them .. I wasn't that weird.
A few years back, on my morning Maryland Servo drop in I would have a chat to the guy behind the counter. It was a regular thing for me, I read A LOT of magazines at work. So eventually he started chatting more, and even flirting with me. Which I didn't know what to do with.. who flirts with me? no one decent that's who.
One day I changed my routine & called in AFTER work instead of before (oOoOo I'm a risk taker). So he was knocking off & I just sort of gave him a fake smile as he was walking out. I got my petrol & whatever else & drove off home. Here he was driving behind me. Which was fine.. except then I realised he was actually following me. I live in a dead end street. Surely if you wanted to know where I live you could've asked, or at least made an excuse to speak to me not just try & duck & drive on past me when I pull into the drive way.
Me being me couldn't resist mentioning this the next time I saw him.. "so you often visit dead end streets & do you-turns"? he was super embarrassed.. but hey he asked me out. I didn't have much going on, or any other options at the time so I agreed.
& yup he was weird in person.
We went out twice, once to the movies, & I drove & picked him up. Except he invited me in & I had to meet his parents. This was all a bit much, especially when his mum in her koala embroidered jumper asked me what my favourite colour was as she was crocheting around face washers & would make me some for my glory box.
After freaking out , I realised shortly after a glory box is not a euphemism for vagina. AT ALL. It was still weird though, or maybe it was a nice gesture & I'm weird?
Our second date we went to Wests with some of my friends, and he spent all night in the toilet then told me he had a bad case of the runs & wanted to leave.. if only the Blue Loo was around at that stage, that would've gotten rid of him for good.
I had to spend the next few weeks avoiding the damn servo & going to the newsagent instead. How inconvenient.
He recently tried to add me on FB, I accepted so I could see what he's up too now, turns out he's married with kids.. probably with a whole heap of amazing crocheted face washers. So I had a quick stalk then deleted it, totally acceptable behaviour. Right?
Sunday 20 November 2011
Wednesday 16 November 2011
Return of The Mack
So I was on blogcation.
I thought that was only fair whilst I was spending sometime with someone new, dating you could even call it, that I went on a blog break.
Clearly it didn't work out.
Trust me.. I tried I really did. But I came to the conclusion that I actually deserve better then I give myself credit for.
When I stopped looking, I thought I might've found someone. Unfortunately I have this "type" that I can't escape.
Lets refer to them as the "blue collared hunter valley type".
After a few dates, it wasn't clear whether he was interested. He was when communicating with me, via text etc.
But not in person, that should've been my first clue.
In person I felt like the "mate", which sometimes it's nice to start off as friends. But there has to be a little flirting or affection right?
There was none, this should've been my next clue.
Note to self if someone kisses you like they'd kiss their Grandma its time to move on.
Maybe I bury my head in the sand sometimes & hope for the best out of these situations.
Hoping that I've found my happy ending that I keep wanting to find (& failing)
I can't say anything bad, well anything too bad, about this person.
But it was falling back into the same scenario that always seems to happen.
Choosing other things other me. Generally those other things are drinking.
Instead of being the crazy worrying type who thinks the world is going to end if this doesnt work out, yes I had my dramatic emotional moments, but they were actually unrelated to this.
Overall, I was reasonable & relaxed about seeing him & not being my usual stress head.
Even the times I got ditched for whatever reason, I didn't complain about it or make a big deal about it.
& when I had to pay my own way, which is fine I have money, I didn't think anything of it.
Then I had a realisation, I actually don't want to be ditched or be second best, especially over the other option being alcohol.
I also might enjoy having the odd movie ticket bought for me, or the odd dinner out. No doubt I'd return the favour.
When you're dating a girl, aren't you meant to make them feel special?
Why didn't I feel special?
The final straw, when I really went, yup ok Jannah move on.
Is when I was trying to be accepting that the one night, & first night we decided to spend together, he got drunk & ditched me.
He stayed in town with his mates & I came home,by myself, then awoke to the doorbell ringing at 2am & then to the delightful sounds of snoring.
I shouldn't HAVE to be accepting of that. So I'm NOT going to accept it.
& I'll move on now. Onto bigger & better.
I'm also back blogging, & still have plenty of stories to share.
I thought that was only fair whilst I was spending sometime with someone new, dating you could even call it, that I went on a blog break.
Clearly it didn't work out.
Trust me.. I tried I really did. But I came to the conclusion that I actually deserve better then I give myself credit for.
When I stopped looking, I thought I might've found someone. Unfortunately I have this "type" that I can't escape.
Lets refer to them as the "blue collared hunter valley type".
After a few dates, it wasn't clear whether he was interested. He was when communicating with me, via text etc.
But not in person, that should've been my first clue.
In person I felt like the "mate", which sometimes it's nice to start off as friends. But there has to be a little flirting or affection right?
There was none, this should've been my next clue.
Note to self if someone kisses you like they'd kiss their Grandma its time to move on.
Maybe I bury my head in the sand sometimes & hope for the best out of these situations.
Hoping that I've found my happy ending that I keep wanting to find (& failing)
I can't say anything bad, well anything too bad, about this person.
But it was falling back into the same scenario that always seems to happen.
Choosing other things other me. Generally those other things are drinking.
Instead of being the crazy worrying type who thinks the world is going to end if this doesnt work out, yes I had my dramatic emotional moments, but they were actually unrelated to this.
Overall, I was reasonable & relaxed about seeing him & not being my usual stress head.
Even the times I got ditched for whatever reason, I didn't complain about it or make a big deal about it.
& when I had to pay my own way, which is fine I have money, I didn't think anything of it.
Then I had a realisation, I actually don't want to be ditched or be second best, especially over the other option being alcohol.
I also might enjoy having the odd movie ticket bought for me, or the odd dinner out. No doubt I'd return the favour.
When you're dating a girl, aren't you meant to make them feel special?
Why didn't I feel special?
The final straw, when I really went, yup ok Jannah move on.
Is when I was trying to be accepting that the one night, & first night we decided to spend together, he got drunk & ditched me.
He stayed in town with his mates & I came home,by myself, then awoke to the doorbell ringing at 2am & then to the delightful sounds of snoring.
I shouldn't HAVE to be accepting of that. So I'm NOT going to accept it.
& I'll move on now. Onto bigger & better.
I'm also back blogging, & still have plenty of stories to share.
Sunday 16 October 2011
Smile Like You Mean It & Stay Away from the Blue Loo.
I have often been called judgmental. I wonder if this is a nicer way of saying I'm shallow? I prefer to know it as just having standards, which I really didn't have for a long time. When you are 150kgs its hard to have standards & actually stick with them. I started off with standards, I lost them for awhile.. & then they reappeared.. bit like my belly button really.
Teeth have always been high up on my ladder of standards though. I think that's because it was instilled in me growing up to look after my teeth & brush them regularly. My mum often nagged us about brushing our teeth. I even remember her telling my brother & me if we ever got in a fight, it's one hand over the mouth to protect the pearly whites & the other to throw the punches. Good advice, I'll pass that down to my kids.
Because I always looked after my teeth, I found it strange that other kids didn't. Why didn't their parents make them brush their teeth? I'm pretty sure by the time I was in school braces were actually invented & available. Yet there's still plenty of guys out there with only 3 teeth who have this magnet towards me.
A former boyfriend actually once used my toothbrush. This was disgusting. He was missing teeth at the back (I didn't know this to start with & then when I found out it was too late, now I have teeth inspections on second dates) & he had major coffee stainage on his front teeth. So using my tooth brush was a little too much. I never used it again. I then made sure I had spares just incase this ever happened ever again. I read somewhere once that the mouth is full of germs, more then any other part of the body. As much as I have the clean your teeth rule, I think not using my toothbrush is also important.
I also think showering everyday is important. What the hell I even think if you are dirty you should shower TWICE a day. Why doesn't the male species, or the ones that like me, think this? I often had conversations with my then boyfriend about the need to shower and how this was a necessity in life & along with changing your undies daily, it NEEDS to happen. My message didn't get through. Until I broke it off. He actually send me a text after it ended along the lines of "if you give me another chance, I promise I actually shower & have more pairs of undies now". Nice try but spoon feeding guys about hygiene is not high on my want list.
I think all sorts of hygiene is important, not just brushing your teeth or wearing clean underwear.
The story of Waxgate is a bit gross. But you know, I have to keep it real.
Waxgate refers to Mr Elephant Shoe for those of you following the blog.
He claimed had a condition which lead to excessive ear wax (I never googled this to prove its authenticity). When he stayed over, I would strategically replace the good pillow on my bed with an old one, sometimes with a towel underneath. I think I was paranoid it might start dripping out of his ears onto my nice linen. I am not the most subtle of people when it comes to bringing up sensitive topics. So I just blurted it out one day, I was getting ready to go somewhere & thought ok perfect opportunity to offer him a cotton tip. I attempted a poor segue to the topic.. “I like cotton candy.. do you? Oh look.. a cotton tip, you know you clean your ears out with them”. Apparently this was uncalled for, & it wasn’t too long after this we broke up. I mean it was fizzling out anyway so this wasn’t THE main reason. He was there for me when I had a hospital stay but I guess maybe we realised we were more so friends, not so much “in love”. Ok well that’s what I told him when I ended it.
I think good hygiene often comes down to good common sense. Like the guy who wore his dirty football boots upstairs into my room. The carpet is basically white moron. I spent the majority of his visit with carpet cleaner trying to clean his mess up. Which part of, my shoes are extremely dirty, I'll wear them on the carpet is logical?
Moving onto the saga of the blue loo, this started when I moved over to Shorty being a grown up & all. So being a grown up I was busy cleaning & filled up the toilet with bloo loo & it exploded.. it became quite the focal point of the house & visitors were happy to see the explosion of blue foam up the wall.
However it also had a curse, for those of the opposite sex (straight too I should mention) who visited & actually used the blue loo. It always ended shortly after.
There was NYE Jamal, he once visited me just to use the toilet I’m pretty sure, soon after he told me he wasn’t interested in me, or having a relationship. Turns out he has a new gf now. I assume she doesn’t have a blue loo?
There was The Grump, nothing made him happy, he used the blue loo, for a very long time. I was considering going to ask him if he was ok, had he fallen in or been eaten by the bloo loo foam monster?
There was the prior mentioned "I like you only when I'm drunk on the weekend" guy. He also caught the curse. Which maybe wasn't a bad thing in hindsight.
There was Mr M the teacher from the coast, although he didn't use the toilet, he did laugh at it.. which I think still counts.
So all in all, maybe I will know its real love when a guy really does have good hygiene standards & can use the blue loo & not be cursed and actually see me more then once or twice after using this blue loo. A girl can dream....
Teeth have always been high up on my ladder of standards though. I think that's because it was instilled in me growing up to look after my teeth & brush them regularly. My mum often nagged us about brushing our teeth. I even remember her telling my brother & me if we ever got in a fight, it's one hand over the mouth to protect the pearly whites & the other to throw the punches. Good advice, I'll pass that down to my kids.
Because I always looked after my teeth, I found it strange that other kids didn't. Why didn't their parents make them brush their teeth? I'm pretty sure by the time I was in school braces were actually invented & available. Yet there's still plenty of guys out there with only 3 teeth who have this magnet towards me.
A former boyfriend actually once used my toothbrush. This was disgusting. He was missing teeth at the back (I didn't know this to start with & then when I found out it was too late, now I have teeth inspections on second dates) & he had major coffee stainage on his front teeth. So using my tooth brush was a little too much. I never used it again. I then made sure I had spares just incase this ever happened ever again. I read somewhere once that the mouth is full of germs, more then any other part of the body. As much as I have the clean your teeth rule, I think not using my toothbrush is also important.
I also think showering everyday is important. What the hell I even think if you are dirty you should shower TWICE a day. Why doesn't the male species, or the ones that like me, think this? I often had conversations with my then boyfriend about the need to shower and how this was a necessity in life & along with changing your undies daily, it NEEDS to happen. My message didn't get through. Until I broke it off. He actually send me a text after it ended along the lines of "if you give me another chance, I promise I actually shower & have more pairs of undies now". Nice try but spoon feeding guys about hygiene is not high on my want list.
I think all sorts of hygiene is important, not just brushing your teeth or wearing clean underwear.
The story of Waxgate is a bit gross. But you know, I have to keep it real.
Waxgate refers to Mr Elephant Shoe for those of you following the blog.
He claimed had a condition which lead to excessive ear wax (I never googled this to prove its authenticity). When he stayed over, I would strategically replace the good pillow on my bed with an old one, sometimes with a towel underneath. I think I was paranoid it might start dripping out of his ears onto my nice linen. I am not the most subtle of people when it comes to bringing up sensitive topics. So I just blurted it out one day, I was getting ready to go somewhere & thought ok perfect opportunity to offer him a cotton tip. I attempted a poor segue to the topic.. “I like cotton candy.. do you? Oh look.. a cotton tip, you know you clean your ears out with them”. Apparently this was uncalled for, & it wasn’t too long after this we broke up. I mean it was fizzling out anyway so this wasn’t THE main reason. He was there for me when I had a hospital stay but I guess maybe we realised we were more so friends, not so much “in love”. Ok well that’s what I told him when I ended it.
I think good hygiene often comes down to good common sense. Like the guy who wore his dirty football boots upstairs into my room. The carpet is basically white moron. I spent the majority of his visit with carpet cleaner trying to clean his mess up. Which part of, my shoes are extremely dirty, I'll wear them on the carpet is logical?
Moving onto the saga of the blue loo, this started when I moved over to Shorty being a grown up & all. So being a grown up I was busy cleaning & filled up the toilet with bloo loo & it exploded.. it became quite the focal point of the house & visitors were happy to see the explosion of blue foam up the wall.
However it also had a curse, for those of the opposite sex (straight too I should mention) who visited & actually used the blue loo. It always ended shortly after.
There was NYE Jamal, he once visited me just to use the toilet I’m pretty sure, soon after he told me he wasn’t interested in me, or having a relationship. Turns out he has a new gf now. I assume she doesn’t have a blue loo?
There was The Grump, nothing made him happy, he used the blue loo, for a very long time. I was considering going to ask him if he was ok, had he fallen in or been eaten by the bloo loo foam monster?
There was the prior mentioned "I like you only when I'm drunk on the weekend" guy. He also caught the curse. Which maybe wasn't a bad thing in hindsight.
There was Mr M the teacher from the coast, although he didn't use the toilet, he did laugh at it.. which I think still counts.
So all in all, maybe I will know its real love when a guy really does have good hygiene standards & can use the blue loo & not be cursed and actually see me more then once or twice after using this blue loo. A girl can dream....
Wednesday 5 October 2011
The “I Love You” Guys
Maybe when you meet the “One” you know its love. We all know my first love was Rocky* from Kindergarten & that didn't end too good.
I have struggled with knowing when it’s love. But I also haven’t met the one. I’ve had guys blurt it out to me way too soon & this freaks me out. I want to fall in love & have it last. Not be over with in a few years or few months. I don’t want to feel hesitant or question things, I want it to be right. I often wear my heart on sleeve, but love isn't something to play games with.
I think that love should be forever, I have loved guys but whether I’ve been “in” love is another thing. There is a big difference. I can care about someone & genuinely have love for them, but that doesn’t mean I’m head over heels besotted by them & in love.
I’ve had guys tell me they love me straight away, after a few dates. FYI- don’t do that. It's scary, especially when it's not mutual & shouldn't you know when the other person is ready for that? Maybe I'm very lovable? I'm not always likable , but definitely extremely lovable.
Throwing the L word around doesn’t do anything for anyone.
When I was about 21, I had a guy tell me on an MSN chat room that he loved me. I didn't know what to say, was he joking? I could only hope so. I think it started from there.. I starting thinking people just blurt this word out without any truth to it, so I wouldn't be saying it.
I was eating Mexican on a third date with a guy and I told him how much I love sour cream (yeah I’m such a fatty). He laughed & told me that’s why he loved me, because I say what’s on my mind. Sure you can admire me for that, but loving me? Really? At least meet my parents & learn my middle name before you declare your love for me. All it did was freak me out.
One guy engraved my name on a pen for me, this was after my constant nagging that I could never find anything with my name on it & I refuse to be Jenny or Jane.
That was sweet. But the card that came with it was the worrying bit. It had only been after maybe two weeks of hanging out. I'm not the love of your life after two weeks??
Another time I had a guy tell me he loved his ex gf, and he realised this during our dinner date. Which I basically spent counselling him over the break up. Emotions run high with the L word & anyone who knows me knows I'm highly emotional without adding that to the mix.
My second boyfriend blurted out, for the first time, he loved me infront of a group of friends at Wests. I didn't know what to say so I said "elephant shoe".
My last boyfriend I cared about very much. I didn’t love all of him though. I loved the idea of him maybe. But the reality of him was very different. It's a bit like Max Brenner really, I mean I love the idea of it but after you actually go there you feel so sick, & its a bit of a let down.
He was smelly & controlling. I didn’t love those things. I did love his friends & family. But I didn’t love that he let his dog sleep in his bed & never washed his sheets. This was not a lap dog either, this was a huge outside play in the mud sorta dog.
I had a reality check the weekend we went away, where I paid for everything including two nights at Star City & seeing Britney in concert. I think he thought he was in for a sexy weekend, then I turned up in my cow print pj’s & whinged that he didn’t want to go shopping with me. After the spectacular Britney concert we went back to the hotel & I got changed (into the cow pj’s), he ushered me over to a table that had wine & strawberries on it. I bitched that this was a ploy by the hotel to make me pay for extra things I didn’t want, turns out he had ordered them for us as a romantic gesture. Oops, note to self, foot in mouth disease is not accepted as a legitimate reason for being a jerk by everyone else.
The deal breaker though was on the last night, I was so tired, we’d been walking all day, when he thought we’d get jiggy with it & I told him he better hurry up as there was something on tele I wanted to watch & I was super tired so I think I might have even asked “are you done”.
I realised on the drive back home, this wasn’t love. This was me putting up with someone & all their flaws because I didn’t know what else to do.
I let it go, thinking I was just in a stage as things had been crap with work etc. Then when he started talking about getting serious & moving in together etc I knew I had to speak up or shut up.
I wasn’t going to settle for this, to be honest I thought I could do better. He had no real goals. I was going mental being stuck in a situation I wasn’t happy with.
So I ended it. Knowing I hurt someone was a horrible, horrible feeling. Especially knowing he loved me & the feeling wasn’t mutual.
But sometimes I think we need to be selfish when it comes to our own happiness.
Maybe one day I will fall in love & it will last, but I'm not just going to blurt it out to anyone.
Monday 26 September 2011
Mr Winkys
I lost my focus on discussing crappy dates and was discussing the philosophical side to what I’ve learned and gained and how you can learn from my mistakes.
I think I lost some followers.
You can blame my mum, she keeps reading these blogs & I feel like I need to make them somewhat G rated.
So back to the juicy stories.
Shane* lived in Belmont. He had his own house and big fast Commodore. He had a boat & he was a bit of a sleaze. He was cute though, yup with tattoos. I met him out drinking, so what more could I expect other then trouble. I have come to the conclusion I will not meet my Prince Charming when I’m out drinking.
We texted a few times. We met up for the second time at 16 Footers for a drink.. he kept suggesting I go back to his place which I didn’t do. I guess I have morals, plus I wasn’t even sure he knew how to say my name as he kept calling me “mate”.
After the second date, or maybe it was technically the first, I wasn’t sure if there were sparks or not. He seemed interested though & suggested we catch up for a night in with some movies. I agreed. We organised the next Saturday night I’d go over & we’d grab some pizza & movies. I got myself ready, you know jeans and jumper & got some snacks. I knocked on his door & he answered.
He was naked.
I was gobsmacked. So I did what I do best. I laughed. He opened the door & ushered me in. I was still laughing. I asked him what was he doing, he got rather embarrassed. This wasn’t just a funny prank! I think he thought I would be so impressed by his nakedness that I would also get naked. I didn’t quite understand what was going on & suggested he get dressed so we could watch some movies. He then told me he thought we would skip the movies and just “enjoy each other”. Again I laughed. This wasn’t what I had in mind. I think he got offended by my laughing (or maybe it was the snorting going hand in hand with the laughing) & then grabbed my arm & escorted me back out the door. He told me to f@#k off & slammed the door on me. Being the fatty that I was (or am?) I knocked back on the door & asked for my microwave popcorn back.
I drove off laughing. I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or scared that this had happened. He texted me on my way home & told me not to ever contact him ever again as I was a dirty slut who lead him on & didn’t know what fun was.
Honey, I know what fun is. I also know what weird is. But how did that make me a slut??
Moving on but sticking to the same theme.
Glen* had braces. He was super annoying, he also mumbled when he talked & I was getting sick of asking him to repeat himself. He was always drinking & wanting to catch up only when he’d been out drinking & had his beer goggles on. I’d run into him on the odd occasion & he’d be a sleaze & suggest I come stay over at his place one night. This never happened.
I saw him at the Kent one night. I was in my non drinking stage. Which I occasionally do for no good apparent reason. He asked me for a lift home & I felt on the spot & like I couldn’t say no. So I obliged.
We were driving along in my Corolla. He was being a sleaze & I kept telling him to mind his manners or walk home. Next thing I know, he says “oi” & I look over.. he had his Mr Winky out to show me. I pulled over & told him the put that the eff away & to get the eff out of my car. I dropped him in Lambton & he lived in Edgeworth. Nice walk home with Mr Winky Glen.
Guys are disgusting. Who does that?
I would also like to take this time to mention two more Mr Winky stories.
Both occurred at Marketown. Circa 2008. On my way home from work I used to stop in at Marketown often to get groceries. During one night time shop in the meat section I was looking for something for tea & I heard this “hey darl” in a disgusting slurred bogan voice. I looked up to see bogan man in his tiny tiny shorts poking his Mr Winky out the side for me. I was disgusted. I laughed & went to tell the girl at the front counter but I was in hysterics. I think all she heard was “I wasn’t looking for sausages for tea”.
A few months later, back visiting Marketown, this time I was waiting in the car for a friend to get some groceries. I was parked out in King st near the park & the big trees. I noticed this weird man lurking around the trees. Next thing his pants were down & he was rubbing all over the tree. It was a sight for sore eyes. I called the police with that one. They asked for me details three times and didn’t seem to believe me that there was a naked man having sex with a tree. WHYYYY would I lie about this?
Heres some advice:
Guys I really think you need to keep it in your pants. Don’t get it out during unnecessary situations. ie: in the meat department at Bilo or in the car when you’re getting a free ride home. & also don’t send me pictures to my phone of your bits. I don’t want to see it. I don't know any girl who likes looking at Mr Winkys.
Sunday 25 September 2011
He's Just Not That Into You
It's pretty obvious when the guy you are day dreaming about is not into you.. or is it? Sometimes I really don't know, they seem keen, then when I'm starting to be keen.. they're not keen. It's this confusing web of back & forth "is he interested in me".
I just want you to not play stupid games & tell me if you are interested in me. Even if something's completely obvious, until you verbally come out & admit it. I probably won't believe it.
I've done plenty of stupid things when it comes to dating.
Example A: Asking a guy "so what do you want to happen here" , when he was trying to get me into bed. He then proceeded to talk dirty to me. No dear, I mean in the broader scope of things.. what do you want to happen? where do you see this going? Ok so we hadn't even been on a date.. but surely I deserve to know his intentions?
Apparently not.
One of my favourite movies is "He's Just Not That Into You". I wish every girl would watch this movie & study it & realise yes sometimes we do stupid things, but dating is hard work & if you don't try & actually put yourself out there & take a chance & speak up. How will you ever get what you want?
After all my dating experience it took one movie for me to realise a few pointers & it's really only been this year that I've followed this ideas/rules. (I'm single so it's obviously working haha, but seriously I am HAPPY single, which is what counts)
If he’s not calling/texting you, it’s because you are not on his mind.
Commonsense really. But this can work in the opposite way, because if he's constantly texting you or calling you after midnight. Then yeah you're on his mind, maybe a little too much & from past experiences if you are being contacted after midnight, you probably are on his mind for one reason only (& it's not a deep & meaningful 3am chat)
Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do.
Whether it be call me, take me out, pick me up. You only get one chance.
Remember men are never to busy to get what they want. 'Busy' is another word for 'asshole'. 'Asshole' is another word for the guy you're dating.
This is evident from calling me at 3am, you are obviously too 'busy' to call me at a reasonable hour. But if you really like me & really want to see me, you will make time for me at a reasonable hour. But I won't be waiting.
Don’t be flattered that he misses you. He should miss you. You are deeply missable.
I totally am. Especially when I'm drunk. You should miss me when I'm drunk. Actually you should miss me every moment you aren't with me, I think?
It's very tempting when you really want to be with someone to settle for much, much less.
Maybe it's that bad boy with the tattoos & 6 kids with the charm. But no job.. but the cute smile.. but no car & with no personality. Don't "settle". Also remember I have discovered the hard way, you can't change people, you accept them as they are. If someone needs to be changed for you to like them, then that's "settling".
You picked a lemon, throw it away lemonade is overrated. Freaks should remain at the circus, not in your apartment. You already have one asshole. You don’t need another.
As soon as he does something weird, or that you are uncomfortable with. MOVE ON! & get over it quickly.
If a guy punches you or picks on you he likes you. You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time.
If a guy punches you or calls you names who is over the age of 7, then run away. There is no exception to being with someone who is nice to you all the time. There is no reason for a guy not to nice to you. There is especially no reason for a guy to make you cry for being not nice.
A man would rather be trampled by elephants on fire than tell you he's just not that into you.
If he's not calling you. If he's not wanting to see you. Walk away. Don't chase.
Don’t spend your time on and give your heart to any guy who makes you wonder about anything related to his feelings for you.
The feelings need to be made obvious. Like I said above, I am not a mind reader. I need you to tell me if you like me. If I have to wonder about it & drive myself crazy thinking about what's going on then it's time to walk away.
Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with.
Enough said. I'm difficult enough, or stubborn maybe. Two of us wouldn't work.
These are my rules I now try & follow.
1. I will not go out with a man who hasn't asked me out first.
2. I will not go out with a man who keeps me waiting by the phone.
3. I will not date a man who isn't sure he wants to date me.
4. I will not date a man who drinks or does drugs to an extent that makes me uncomfortable.
5. I will not date a man who makes me feel sexually undesireable.
6. I will not be with a man who's afraid to talk about our future.
7. I will not, under any circumstances, spend my precious time with a man who has already rejected me.
8. I will not date a man who is married.
9. I will not be with a man who is not clearly a good, kind, loving person.
10. I WILL accept rejection or that things didn't work & move on.
I have followed through with most of these, when I've felt like I'm wasting my time or I'm questioning if he's interested. I have walked away.
Perfect example last night during drunken adventures with my school friends, lets call them Romy* & Michelle*. I managed to become the focus of one guys attention. He wanted to dance & flirt & then wanted me to go with him & his friends to another pub. I didn't. He asked if I wanted his number. I turned this around & gave him mine & figured if he's interested he would contact me. He did. Two minutes after leaving he texted me. I didn't chase, I didn't follow. I stayed put. I said I'm not coming to meet you. (Although he kept saying "meat up", & we all know how I feel about bad spelling). I kindly advised him I was staying where I was with my friends & maybe I'd see him at the food joint later on. That happened, we talked some more. But what I learnt was me agreeing to that, and thinking I'd be sharing a pide with the guy, wasn't what he had in mind. I am glad Michelle asked him right up front what his intentions were, was he planning on dating me or taking me out. Although maybe asking him if I could be his date to his brothers wedding wasn't too cool. His intentions were for me to go home with him. I declined. (I mean how would I get home from Belmont haha) He then suggested we sneak off for some alone time. I declined. I'm not that sort of girl & clearly he just wasn't that into me to treat me decently.
Maybe I should've settled for the other guy who took a fancy to me, he was somewhat retarded, his mum cuts his hair (badly), he had about 5 teeth & was terrible at Karaoke.
I'm looking for my happy ending to find someone great & not to settle. Not some guys happy ending in an alley way, what would he offer to pay me for my services? or we shake on it or hug it out? Then say "call me". Which wasn't going to happen.
So I guess in conclusion, for me...
"maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope"
I just want you to not play stupid games & tell me if you are interested in me. Even if something's completely obvious, until you verbally come out & admit it. I probably won't believe it.
I've done plenty of stupid things when it comes to dating.
Example A: Asking a guy "so what do you want to happen here" , when he was trying to get me into bed. He then proceeded to talk dirty to me. No dear, I mean in the broader scope of things.. what do you want to happen? where do you see this going? Ok so we hadn't even been on a date.. but surely I deserve to know his intentions?
Apparently not.
One of my favourite movies is "He's Just Not That Into You". I wish every girl would watch this movie & study it & realise yes sometimes we do stupid things, but dating is hard work & if you don't try & actually put yourself out there & take a chance & speak up. How will you ever get what you want?
After all my dating experience it took one movie for me to realise a few pointers & it's really only been this year that I've followed this ideas/rules. (I'm single so it's obviously working haha, but seriously I am HAPPY single, which is what counts)
If he’s not calling/texting you, it’s because you are not on his mind.
Commonsense really. But this can work in the opposite way, because if he's constantly texting you or calling you after midnight. Then yeah you're on his mind, maybe a little too much & from past experiences if you are being contacted after midnight, you probably are on his mind for one reason only (& it's not a deep & meaningful 3am chat)
Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do.
Whether it be call me, take me out, pick me up. You only get one chance.
Remember men are never to busy to get what they want. 'Busy' is another word for 'asshole'. 'Asshole' is another word for the guy you're dating.
This is evident from calling me at 3am, you are obviously too 'busy' to call me at a reasonable hour. But if you really like me & really want to see me, you will make time for me at a reasonable hour. But I won't be waiting.
Don’t be flattered that he misses you. He should miss you. You are deeply missable.
I totally am. Especially when I'm drunk. You should miss me when I'm drunk. Actually you should miss me every moment you aren't with me, I think?
It's very tempting when you really want to be with someone to settle for much, much less.
Maybe it's that bad boy with the tattoos & 6 kids with the charm. But no job.. but the cute smile.. but no car & with no personality. Don't "settle". Also remember I have discovered the hard way, you can't change people, you accept them as they are. If someone needs to be changed for you to like them, then that's "settling".
You picked a lemon, throw it away lemonade is overrated. Freaks should remain at the circus, not in your apartment. You already have one asshole. You don’t need another.
As soon as he does something weird, or that you are uncomfortable with. MOVE ON! & get over it quickly.
If a guy punches you or picks on you he likes you. You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time.
If a guy punches you or calls you names who is over the age of 7, then run away. There is no exception to being with someone who is nice to you all the time. There is no reason for a guy not to nice to you. There is especially no reason for a guy to make you cry for being not nice.
A man would rather be trampled by elephants on fire than tell you he's just not that into you.
If he's not calling you. If he's not wanting to see you. Walk away. Don't chase.
Don’t spend your time on and give your heart to any guy who makes you wonder about anything related to his feelings for you.
The feelings need to be made obvious. Like I said above, I am not a mind reader. I need you to tell me if you like me. If I have to wonder about it & drive myself crazy thinking about what's going on then it's time to walk away.
Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with.
Enough said. I'm difficult enough, or stubborn maybe. Two of us wouldn't work.
These are my rules I now try & follow.
1. I will not go out with a man who hasn't asked me out first.
2. I will not go out with a man who keeps me waiting by the phone.
3. I will not date a man who isn't sure he wants to date me.
4. I will not date a man who drinks or does drugs to an extent that makes me uncomfortable.
5. I will not date a man who makes me feel sexually undesireable.
6. I will not be with a man who's afraid to talk about our future.
7. I will not, under any circumstances, spend my precious time with a man who has already rejected me.
8. I will not date a man who is married.
9. I will not be with a man who is not clearly a good, kind, loving person.
10. I WILL accept rejection or that things didn't work & move on.
I have followed through with most of these, when I've felt like I'm wasting my time or I'm questioning if he's interested. I have walked away.
Perfect example last night during drunken adventures with my school friends, lets call them Romy* & Michelle*. I managed to become the focus of one guys attention. He wanted to dance & flirt & then wanted me to go with him & his friends to another pub. I didn't. He asked if I wanted his number. I turned this around & gave him mine & figured if he's interested he would contact me. He did. Two minutes after leaving he texted me. I didn't chase, I didn't follow. I stayed put. I said I'm not coming to meet you. (Although he kept saying "meat up", & we all know how I feel about bad spelling). I kindly advised him I was staying where I was with my friends & maybe I'd see him at the food joint later on. That happened, we talked some more. But what I learnt was me agreeing to that, and thinking I'd be sharing a pide with the guy, wasn't what he had in mind. I am glad Michelle asked him right up front what his intentions were, was he planning on dating me or taking me out. Although maybe asking him if I could be his date to his brothers wedding wasn't too cool. His intentions were for me to go home with him. I declined. (I mean how would I get home from Belmont haha) He then suggested we sneak off for some alone time. I declined. I'm not that sort of girl & clearly he just wasn't that into me to treat me decently.
Maybe I should've settled for the other guy who took a fancy to me, he was somewhat retarded, his mum cuts his hair (badly), he had about 5 teeth & was terrible at Karaoke.
I'm looking for my happy ending to find someone great & not to settle. Not some guys happy ending in an alley way, what would he offer to pay me for my services? or we shake on it or hug it out? Then say "call me". Which wasn't going to happen.
So I guess in conclusion, for me...
"maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope"
Monday 19 September 2011
Bad Boys or Trouble Makers & Me.
I do have a thing for trouble. I get myself in trouble all the time. I’ve always been a little bit rebellious myself. The tattoos, the piercings (now mostly removed), the attempts to be tough. I class this stage as my mid 20’s crisis. Or my quarter life crisis.
Although I think I’m still in that stage, as I have no idea what I want to do with my life, I’m still waiting for “things” to happen & not making them happen myself. But I do realise that, so maybe that’s the first step of change?
I attract jerks, this is common knowledge. Sometimes I only have myself to blame because of the “type” of guys I go for. I have a thing for bad boys, or trouble makers, or those with colourful pasts. Sometimes it’s because I like to think I can “fix” someone. It’s like a challenge or a mission that I set. Yup lesson learnt ten fold. People don’t really change. You either accept them as they are, or you move on.
I think it’s easier to break these into categories.
The independent guys with mummy issues.
These guys can be tricky. Sometimes they are all “I’ve been independent since birth I don’t need no woman” sort of attitude. Which is difficult when I’m a very giving person, do anything for you sort of girl. I don’t like being taken advantage of, but I do like doing good deeds. So let me. I appreciate you are independent so am I (sort of). But letting your guard down won’t kill you. Not all women are out to get you, or are we out to rule your life.
I once went out with a guy, who was a little bit younger then me. Although much bigger then me, he had a few tattoos & piercings. One of those tattoos was for his mother who had passed away when he was in early high school, he had her birth date tattooed across his heart. The same birth date as me 24th May (Ok the year was different) When I saw it, I told him this. He cried. He then didn’t speak to me for two weeks. I was annoyed and asked him what was up, he told me this wasn’t going to work out, but would I like to sleep with him on random occasions when he invited me over when he felt like it. I politely declined.
The Stoners
These guys can be draining. I don’t care what other peoples after hours activities are. However you can’t expect me to be in your life if you are off your face all the time. I am pretty sure I will start to doubt your judgement etc.
I can’t even discuss specifics about this guy or it will no doubt get back to him. But he was someone who would rather get stoned then do anything else. I didn’t even date him. I was trying to “educate” (ie: change) him & show him there is a whole world out there & people to socialise with & there’s bands to go see & places to go eat. Sitting at home being stoned watching South Park is not my idea of a fun time. I don’t even like South Park when I’m sober. Isn't that just sort of depressing? I am pretty sure I am out of my "woe is me" stage (mostly). Also , no I won’t lend you $50 until pay day as I know what you are going to do with that $50. I also won't come over late at night to "hang out". I know what that means.. the answers no.
The Drunks aka the midnight callers
Just because you are drunk does not give you the right to call me for a lift at 2am. If you are my boyfriend and we have been together, sure I will do what I can for you. But if we aren't together & you don’t even have the decency to invite me out for a drink with you, but then call me when you’re drunk & ready for a lift. The answer is not going to be a Yes. I also don’t need you to tell me how much you love me when you're drunk & its after midnight. This is not appropriate. Especially if we have really hung out a few times. Also saying something like "I THINK I might be attracted to you" is not going to get you anywhere. I had an ongoing saga recently, where I was trying to give someone a chance who really didn't deserve a chance. During the week he was single, then of a weekend when he was drunk he was in love with me, but only after midnight when it was time for a lift. This also meant trying his chance at "sleep overs". Again, I know what this means.. the answers no.
So I guess in short, the bad boys just want one thing.. & it's apparently not my amazing conversation skills or awesome jokes.. all of these guys have had one thing in common. Tattoos &/or piercings. So maybe I need to stay away from that "type".
I do have a thing for trouble. I get myself in trouble all the time. I’ve always been a little bit rebellious myself. The tattoos, the piercings (now mostly removed), the attempts to be tough. I class this stage as my mid 20’s crisis. Or my quarter life crisis.
Although I think I’m still in that stage, as I have no idea what I want to do with my life, I’m still waiting for “things” to happen & not making them happen myself. But I do realise that, so maybe that’s the first step of change?
I attract jerks, this is common knowledge. Sometimes I only have myself to blame because of the “type” of guys I go for. I have a thing for bad boys, or trouble makers, or those with colourful pasts. Sometimes it’s because I like to think I can “fix” someone. It’s like a challenge or a mission that I set. Yup lesson learnt ten fold. People don’t really change. You either accept them as they are, or you move on.
I think it’s easier to break these into categories.
The independent guys with mummy issues.
These guys can be tricky. Sometimes they are all “I’ve been independent since birth I don’t need no woman” sort of attitude. Which is difficult when I’m a very giving person, do anything for you sort of girl. I don’t like being taken advantage of, but I do like doing good deeds. So let me. I appreciate you are independent so am I (sort of). But letting your guard down won’t kill you. Not all women are out to get you, or are we out to rule your life.
I once went out with a guy, who was a little bit younger then me. Although much bigger then me, he had a few tattoos & piercings. One of those tattoos was for his mother who had passed away when he was in early high school, he had her birth date tattooed across his heart. The same birth date as me 24th May (Ok the year was different) When I saw it, I told him this. He cried. He then didn’t speak to me for two weeks. I was annoyed and asked him what was up, he told me this wasn’t going to work out, but would I like to sleep with him on random occasions when he invited me over when he felt like it. I politely declined.
The Stoners
These guys can be draining. I don’t care what other peoples after hours activities are. However you can’t expect me to be in your life if you are off your face all the time. I am pretty sure I will start to doubt your judgement etc.
I can’t even discuss specifics about this guy or it will no doubt get back to him. But he was someone who would rather get stoned then do anything else. I didn’t even date him. I was trying to “educate” (ie: change) him & show him there is a whole world out there & people to socialise with & there’s bands to go see & places to go eat. Sitting at home being stoned watching South Park is not my idea of a fun time. I don’t even like South Park when I’m sober. Isn't that just sort of depressing? I am pretty sure I am out of my "woe is me" stage (mostly). Also , no I won’t lend you $50 until pay day as I know what you are going to do with that $50. I also won't come over late at night to "hang out". I know what that means.. the answers no.
The Drunks aka the midnight callers
Just because you are drunk does not give you the right to call me for a lift at 2am. If you are my boyfriend and we have been together, sure I will do what I can for you. But if we aren't together & you don’t even have the decency to invite me out for a drink with you, but then call me when you’re drunk & ready for a lift. The answer is not going to be a Yes. I also don’t need you to tell me how much you love me when you're drunk & its after midnight. This is not appropriate. Especially if we have really hung out a few times. Also saying something like "I THINK I might be attracted to you" is not going to get you anywhere. I had an ongoing saga recently, where I was trying to give someone a chance who really didn't deserve a chance. During the week he was single, then of a weekend when he was drunk he was in love with me, but only after midnight when it was time for a lift. This also meant trying his chance at "sleep overs". Again, I know what this means.. the answers no.
So I guess in short, the bad boys just want one thing.. & it's apparently not my amazing conversation skills or awesome jokes.. all of these guys have had one thing in common. Tattoos &/or piercings. So maybe I need to stay away from that "type".
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