I’ve found myself a new crush and couldn’t be happier about him. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; there’s no better feeling then finding a new crush. He’s nice and funny and cute and not a douche bag, which has already put him miles ahead of some of the other guys I’ve liked. The even better news is that he likes me too, so it’s not going to be a stalking situation (not that there ever has been a stalking situation - there is a difference between stalking and conveniently ending up at the same place as a person over and over again - the police just didn’t understand). So yes, we both like each other and I’m getting Hanna to weigh in on him tomorrow at lunch.
I like this one, I really do, but with my track record I’m not sure how long I’ll keep him around. It’s the same thing with all of the guys, as soon as the “fun whirlwind new exciting feeling” goes away; it’s just not the same. It’s like when you get a new red dress and you have to wear it right away because you’re so crazy about it and if you could, you would wear it every day because it’s just that awesome. But then you get tequila stains on it, and it doesn’t fit as well as it did when you first got it and the bright red starts to fade. So you just happen to be shopping and spot an even better red dress then you had before. The old dress gets put in the back of the closet in case you ever get drunk and decided it’s a really good idea to call it...er... wear it again, and the new dress gives you that “fun whirlwind new exciting feeling” the old one lost.
I could blame the ADD for losing interest in guys so quickly, but... no wait... yes, actually let’s blame the ADD because I really want to go shopping.
So, all in all, pending Hanna’s approval (which he’ll get because he’s awesome) I think I might just try my best to keep this one around. But it is summer, so all bets are off...
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
I bet I'm probably not invited to the wedding...
I woke up last Friday to a picture message on my phone from Hanna. Half awake and with blurry vision I opened the message to see a screen grab from Nick’s facebook profile page. His status read Nick is getting married; believe it or not... it’s true. The only words that came into my head at that moment were “shut. up.”
This is new territory for me; I’ve never known anyone that I’ve ever dated to be engaged or even to be in any sort of serious relationship at all actually. The fact of the matter is, even though the guys I date are several years older than me, they all have one thing in common – they’re commitment-phobe sociopaths.
I prefer them this way. The fear of commitment is fine with me, because I don’t want to be in a serious relationship just as much as they don’t (it really gets in the way of my dating life) and the sociopath part, well that’s just pure entertainment.
But Nick engaged... really? After the initial shock the next thought that popped into my head was “Thank. God. I dodged that bullet” (fyi – When I thank God, I’m actually thanking the God of Fashion and Shoes – whom to my dismay was never given any credit in religion class. Who do you think dressed Eve after she was tossed out of Eden? Hmmmm?).
Anyways, Nick is not someone I pictured getting married, with his pathological lying and his misogynistic ways I didn’t think there would be anyone who would actually say yes.
Funny thing is she’s from another country which opened up doors for all kinds of jokes about how she’s just doing it to get into Canada. I texted my best friend Steph to tell her and her simple response back was “desp for a green card hahaha”.
As I sit in the spot where I once trapped Nick and caught him lying to my face (oh the memories...), I felt it necessary to write a blog post about this momentous step in his life. I can only hope that his new fiancé has more luck with him than I did, and perhaps that she doesn’t catch on to his lying - because ignorance really is marital bliss.
This is new territory for me; I’ve never known anyone that I’ve ever dated to be engaged or even to be in any sort of serious relationship at all actually. The fact of the matter is, even though the guys I date are several years older than me, they all have one thing in common – they’re commitment-phobe sociopaths.
I prefer them this way. The fear of commitment is fine with me, because I don’t want to be in a serious relationship just as much as they don’t (it really gets in the way of my dating life) and the sociopath part, well that’s just pure entertainment.
But Nick engaged... really? After the initial shock the next thought that popped into my head was “Thank. God. I dodged that bullet” (fyi – When I thank God, I’m actually thanking the God of Fashion and Shoes – whom to my dismay was never given any credit in religion class. Who do you think dressed Eve after she was tossed out of Eden? Hmmmm?).
Anyways, Nick is not someone I pictured getting married, with his pathological lying and his misogynistic ways I didn’t think there would be anyone who would actually say yes.
Funny thing is she’s from another country which opened up doors for all kinds of jokes about how she’s just doing it to get into Canada. I texted my best friend Steph to tell her and her simple response back was “desp for a green card hahaha”.
As I sit in the spot where I once trapped Nick and caught him lying to my face (oh the memories...), I felt it necessary to write a blog post about this momentous step in his life. I can only hope that his new fiancé has more luck with him than I did, and perhaps that she doesn’t catch on to his lying - because ignorance really is marital bliss.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Just call me Mae West...
What’s in a reputation? Well I suppose a lot to some people and very little to others. I've learned it's best not to judge someone based on what other people have told you about them, because I cant even imagine what some of the guys I've dated say about me.
My date the other night was non-eventful, he took the liberty of ordering for me at the restaurant, he was very smooth and I did my best impression of someone who cared about his interests. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough chemistry there to make me want to go on a second date with him.
The date itself wasn’t blog worthy but what happened an hour before the date was.
I was on the phone with Hanna and I said that I had to have a shower and get ready for the date, Hanna asked me who I was going out with, and so I told her his name. Hanna’s reply – “I know him! He’s a terrible person!!”
Well excellent. Not that I wouldn’t take Hanna’s word, but she had mislead me slightly before regarding information about a guy.
It was about a year ago and I only knew Hanna as a friend of a friend, but she applied for a job at my work and it just so happened that I was suppose to interview her. I was looking her up on facebook and noticed that she was friends with Nick, whom I had just started seeing and I was meeting his parents that night.
When Hanna showed up for the interview I took her into a separate room to talk to her. I asked her a few standard questions then asked her how she knew Nick. She was confused but said she’d met him a couple of times through a friend. I asked her if she knew anything about him and she said “Well I heard he’s gay. Why?” And my response was of course “I just started seeing him.”
Obviously I had to give Hanna the job after an interview like that, but the good news is we quickly became best friends. That dinner with Nick and his parents was more than strained. Hanna corrected herself two days later telling me that she had talked to her friend and indeed, Nick is straight. Lesson learned.
Last week I was with a very close friend Max and we were joking about dating and talking about the different people we’ve gone out with when this happened;
“Yeah, I could never go out with a girl like you” Max said.
“What do you mean a girl like me?” I replied
“I like girls like my girlfriend, you know, good girls”
“And what exactly am I then?”
“… well you know, I mean you know that you’re a bad girl, you even blog about the guys you date” Max said
No one had ever referred to me as “bad girl” before, and I spend very little time thinking about what other people think of me, so it really never occurred to me that I would have this reputation. I’m really not troubled with it. If being a nice girl means staying in, baking cookies and staying out of controversy well then darling I’m more than happy to be a bad girl.
In fact I’m going to start living my life to become a modern day Mae West, because it’s like Ms. West said “There are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out”.
My date the other night was non-eventful, he took the liberty of ordering for me at the restaurant, he was very smooth and I did my best impression of someone who cared about his interests. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough chemistry there to make me want to go on a second date with him.
The date itself wasn’t blog worthy but what happened an hour before the date was.
I was on the phone with Hanna and I said that I had to have a shower and get ready for the date, Hanna asked me who I was going out with, and so I told her his name. Hanna’s reply – “I know him! He’s a terrible person!!”
Well excellent. Not that I wouldn’t take Hanna’s word, but she had mislead me slightly before regarding information about a guy.
It was about a year ago and I only knew Hanna as a friend of a friend, but she applied for a job at my work and it just so happened that I was suppose to interview her. I was looking her up on facebook and noticed that she was friends with Nick, whom I had just started seeing and I was meeting his parents that night.
When Hanna showed up for the interview I took her into a separate room to talk to her. I asked her a few standard questions then asked her how she knew Nick. She was confused but said she’d met him a couple of times through a friend. I asked her if she knew anything about him and she said “Well I heard he’s gay. Why?” And my response was of course “I just started seeing him.”
Obviously I had to give Hanna the job after an interview like that, but the good news is we quickly became best friends. That dinner with Nick and his parents was more than strained. Hanna corrected herself two days later telling me that she had talked to her friend and indeed, Nick is straight. Lesson learned.
Last week I was with a very close friend Max and we were joking about dating and talking about the different people we’ve gone out with when this happened;
“Yeah, I could never go out with a girl like you” Max said.
“What do you mean a girl like me?” I replied
“I like girls like my girlfriend, you know, good girls”
“And what exactly am I then?”
“… well you know, I mean you know that you’re a bad girl, you even blog about the guys you date” Max said
No one had ever referred to me as “bad girl” before, and I spend very little time thinking about what other people think of me, so it really never occurred to me that I would have this reputation. I’m really not troubled with it. If being a nice girl means staying in, baking cookies and staying out of controversy well then darling I’m more than happy to be a bad girl.
In fact I’m going to start living my life to become a modern day Mae West, because it’s like Ms. West said “There are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out”.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Sometimes it takes an Ex to help you get your inspiration back...
Allow me to explain my absence… I’ve been asked why I stopped writing in my blog and it’s not that I wanted to stop writing… I just stopped being inspired. See the problem was I was spending all of my time with a nice guy (this is a first for me considering I prefer the company of sociopaths).
Nice Guy is just as his name describes him. He is polite, handsome, well rounded, and good on paper. We even went to the fair. Now being who I am I couldn’t very well sit down and write to all of you “today was a wonderful day, we went to the fair and ate cotton candy, and then we went home and took a nap before dinner”. I mean I didn’t want to write about it, so what are the odds any of you would want to read about it.
While we were out on Friday night I was trying to figure out how much I actually liked Nice Guy when I spotted Jake and in an instant everything changed.
Seeing Jake was like getting hit with a ton of bricks, because even after a year just the sight of him still makes my heart race and my hands shake. I told Nice Guy that I just wanted to say hello to Jake and that I would be right back.
The first thing Jake said to me was “oh my god, look how long your hair is! I was telling you to do that for years!” (Its true, I even wrote a blog about it http://beccathebachelorette.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-saying-i-want-to-shave-my-head.html)
We talked for about 15 minutes, I just couldn’t tear myself away from Jake – I didn’t want to. I knew Nice Guy was waiting for me, but seeing Jake was like seeing a ghost – an unbelievably good looking ghost with great hair and a perfect smile. We talked like it was old times, like nothing bad ever went down, like I never acted crazy, like I never told him we were a broken record and I didn’t want to do it anymore.
After I went back over to Nice Guy, he wanted to leave immediately, so we did.
After we left he said “You still like your Ex.”
And I answered a very simple “Yes, I do.”
It wasn’t worth going into how it didn’t matter if i still liked him, because Jake and I would never happen again. I didn’t want to try to redeem myself with Nice Guy because as nice and wonderful as he is, I want my heart to race when I see the person I’m dating. Going to the fair just isn’t enough for me. I want passion and I want my hands to shake and I want to look at the guy and know without a question of a doubt how much I like him.
So yes, Jake and I may never happen again, but by seeing him, I was able to remember exactly what I want.
And with that I went to the grocery store yesterday and picked myself up a date for Wednesday, so I’ll let you know how it goes.
Nice Guy is just as his name describes him. He is polite, handsome, well rounded, and good on paper. We even went to the fair. Now being who I am I couldn’t very well sit down and write to all of you “today was a wonderful day, we went to the fair and ate cotton candy, and then we went home and took a nap before dinner”. I mean I didn’t want to write about it, so what are the odds any of you would want to read about it.
While we were out on Friday night I was trying to figure out how much I actually liked Nice Guy when I spotted Jake and in an instant everything changed.
Seeing Jake was like getting hit with a ton of bricks, because even after a year just the sight of him still makes my heart race and my hands shake. I told Nice Guy that I just wanted to say hello to Jake and that I would be right back.
The first thing Jake said to me was “oh my god, look how long your hair is! I was telling you to do that for years!” (Its true, I even wrote a blog about it http://beccathebachelorette.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-saying-i-want-to-shave-my-head.html)
We talked for about 15 minutes, I just couldn’t tear myself away from Jake – I didn’t want to. I knew Nice Guy was waiting for me, but seeing Jake was like seeing a ghost – an unbelievably good looking ghost with great hair and a perfect smile. We talked like it was old times, like nothing bad ever went down, like I never acted crazy, like I never told him we were a broken record and I didn’t want to do it anymore.
After I went back over to Nice Guy, he wanted to leave immediately, so we did.
After we left he said “You still like your Ex.”
And I answered a very simple “Yes, I do.”
It wasn’t worth going into how it didn’t matter if i still liked him, because Jake and I would never happen again. I didn’t want to try to redeem myself with Nice Guy because as nice and wonderful as he is, I want my heart to race when I see the person I’m dating. Going to the fair just isn’t enough for me. I want passion and I want my hands to shake and I want to look at the guy and know without a question of a doubt how much I like him.
So yes, Jake and I may never happen again, but by seeing him, I was able to remember exactly what I want.
And with that I went to the grocery store yesterday and picked myself up a date for Wednesday, so I’ll let you know how it goes.
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