It’s suddenly just occurred to me that my apartment is one shopping trip away from being on an episode of Hoarders. I didn’t get around to spring cleaning this year or really anytime in the last 3 years to be honest. I don’t get rid of things that easily, luckily I have a lot of storage but suddenly all my closets seem to be overflowing. So I’m going to do some summer cleaning, not just in my closets but in my phone too – there’s going to be some major phone number deleting going on.
I figure if I’m going to make a clean start of everything I have to go big.
I hold onto clothes not because I still wear them, but because I’ve attached certain memories to them. And of course most of those memories are guy related.
There’s my amazing black lace and ballerina pink silk dress that I wore to a work Christmas party when I was 18. It was the first time I’d ever really drank (I decided to drink straight gin, I can’t even smell the stuff now without wanting to die) at the party I even had to wear a bracelet that said Underage on it. A handsome young police officer came over with a threat of arresting me for public intoxication; luckily one of my many skills seems to be talking myself out of trouble. I was able to turn the situation around and ended up getting his number instead. I never called him though, there’s something wrong with a guy that wants to go out with a girl that’s wearing a label that says underage.
Then there’s Jake’s favourite dress of mine – I haven’t worn it in at least a year and a half. It’s a cute little black, purple and cream coloured kimono style dress. I don’t even like it anymore but I like the memories that I had in it. It’s the same thing with a black shirt dress that I wore when I was dating Nick.
There’s a button up dress that whenever I wore it, I got myself into so much trouble – good trouble – but still trouble all the same.
Dress after dress, story after story, I’m ready to clean them out and make some room for some new memories. That also means cleaning out my phone.
If I only use the guy’s phone number at 2am after Jose Cuervo convinces me it’s a good idea – it’s gone. If I only have his number because we went on a bad date once at some point in the last year - it’s gone. If the guy has a tribal tattoo – he’s out of my phone. If the guy works as a bartender – good riddance.
This is good, I feel better already. I even have the first new number that I’m going to add into my phone - this really cute guy that I see at Starbucks at 8 in the morning all the time. I know you’re probably thinking “you don’t get up until noon, why would you be at Starbucks at 8am?” Well the simple answer is, from 8-9am is when all the cute business men go to get their coffee. It’s like when people get up early to go bird watching; I’ll get up to go see who’s getting coffee and observe what ones are wearing rings on their left hands. Sometimes I’ll sit there with a Forbes Magazine and the business section of the newspaper just for kicks.
Because we all know the early bird gets the worm.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
“I need to stop having fun and get serious with my life... so I’m getting back together with my ex...”
When I started hanging out with Ben he was just an acquaintance that shared my love for the finer things in life like tequila... and tequila. If I was going out at night I would call him and see if he was going out too. I never expected to actually become friends with him, but as we started hanging out we noticed that we had more similarities than differences. As Ben said “we’re so much alike that we will either really hate each other, or really love each other” and it turned out to be the later. Our friendship was totally platonic and we kept it that way, because being so alike we knew if we tried anything else it would end up in disaster.
With Ben there was no drama involved just constant laughter and trying to one-up each other on smartass comments. We’re both nocturnal, so while normal people were sleeping we’d watch old school cartoons and hangout. Both being single we’d talk about the people we’re dating, or attempting to date, or getting a restraining order on. He had quickly turned into my partner in crime for the summer, because he was up for anything, and we always got into a reasonable amount of trouble when we were together.
Ben just got back into town from a trip so I went to meet him at a restaurant for a late dinner to catch up. Dinner turned into two glasses of wine and the really good idea to go to the casino. Ben lost some money, but I came out ahead and since we were both starving decided to go spend my hard earned winnings at Denny’s, which was the only thing open at 2am on a Wednesday. We ordered one thing from every section off the menu so we’d have lots of options.
As we were laughing and eating, out of left field he said “you know Bex, you’re awesome, and it’s going to have to be a really special guy that will end up keeping your attention”.
“What do you mean by special? Like, ‘has to wear a helmet all the time’ special?” I said back
I could tell Ben was trying to go somewhere with this, so I pried more into what made him bring that up. Then he told me, he’s getting back together with his ex-girlfriend. And actually, if she knew he was with me right now, she’d be furious.
“So what? We can’t hangout anymore?” I said
“No, we can, I’m really good at sneaking around. I guess the funny thing is that when most people sneak around it’s to cheat, but with us it’s to get Cherry Coke at Denny’s at 2am.” Ben said
“Would she really have that much of a problem with us hanging out?”
“Babe, I adore you to pieces, but with your influence, I wouldn’t even let you hangout with my girlfriend.”
It makes sense, because if I had a boyfriend, there is no way I would let him hangout with Ben. But in the course of the night, Ben went from the person I phone at 3am with what I think is a great idea, to the guy I’m now secret friends with. When we pulled up to my apartment he gave me a hug and said “you never know, I might be single in two weeks”.
That may be true, but for now, it still feels like it’s going to be a very long summer without a partner in crime.
With Ben there was no drama involved just constant laughter and trying to one-up each other on smartass comments. We’re both nocturnal, so while normal people were sleeping we’d watch old school cartoons and hangout. Both being single we’d talk about the people we’re dating, or attempting to date, or getting a restraining order on. He had quickly turned into my partner in crime for the summer, because he was up for anything, and we always got into a reasonable amount of trouble when we were together.
Ben just got back into town from a trip so I went to meet him at a restaurant for a late dinner to catch up. Dinner turned into two glasses of wine and the really good idea to go to the casino. Ben lost some money, but I came out ahead and since we were both starving decided to go spend my hard earned winnings at Denny’s, which was the only thing open at 2am on a Wednesday. We ordered one thing from every section off the menu so we’d have lots of options.
As we were laughing and eating, out of left field he said “you know Bex, you’re awesome, and it’s going to have to be a really special guy that will end up keeping your attention”.
“What do you mean by special? Like, ‘has to wear a helmet all the time’ special?” I said back
I could tell Ben was trying to go somewhere with this, so I pried more into what made him bring that up. Then he told me, he’s getting back together with his ex-girlfriend. And actually, if she knew he was with me right now, she’d be furious.
“So what? We can’t hangout anymore?” I said
“No, we can, I’m really good at sneaking around. I guess the funny thing is that when most people sneak around it’s to cheat, but with us it’s to get Cherry Coke at Denny’s at 2am.” Ben said
“Would she really have that much of a problem with us hanging out?”
“Babe, I adore you to pieces, but with your influence, I wouldn’t even let you hangout with my girlfriend.”
It makes sense, because if I had a boyfriend, there is no way I would let him hangout with Ben. But in the course of the night, Ben went from the person I phone at 3am with what I think is a great idea, to the guy I’m now secret friends with. When we pulled up to my apartment he gave me a hug and said “you never know, I might be single in two weeks”.
That may be true, but for now, it still feels like it’s going to be a very long summer without a partner in crime.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
It’s like thinking you’re buying designer and finding out after it’s a knock-off and you can’t get a refund...
In our last blog post I was talking about a new guy that was amazing and all too perfect. Within 10 minutes of Hanna meeting him she was giving me smiles of approval every time he looked away. I took Max to meet him, seeing that Max used to be a player I figured who better to spot another player? Max said that he got nothing but good vibes. And finally Marianna, who we had breakfast with and she said that she was usually shy around new people, but he made her feel so comfortable. And me - almost always able to read people, was walking around with a ridiculously big smile on my face, because this guy, in one word, was awesome.
He pursued me, told me how he doesn’t get around, and in fact has had 3 long term relationships the last of which was 4 years (usually the talk of long term anything sends me running, but this guy was too enticing).
He used to be a hockey player and when we were talking I said there is no such thing as a well behaved hockey player when all you have is girls around you. He came around the kitchen island, placed his hand on my cheek, looked me dead in the eyes and said “there is such a thing, I’m proof. Not every guy wants to be like that. Have a little faith”. I absolutely melted like butter.
After going on a string of iffy dates and being exhausted from having to be “on” all the time I found a guy that made me feel totally comfortable. Totally forgetting there’s a reason I’m a cynic, and there’s also a reason I write a blog about dating and how everyone plays a game. And my god did I get played. See the simple fact is that when you put your faith in someone you don’t know, it’s like playing a game of Russian Roulette, you never actually know what’s going to happen when you pull the trigger.
So, did I lose the game? Absolutely. Did he turn out to be a lying DoucheBag? Absolutely (actually Hanna decided the other night that she’s moving him up from DoucheBag to Fuckwad). Am I contemplating revenge? Absolutely. Would I probably go to jail if I sought the revenge I actually wanted? Not if I got a really good defence lawyer (it also just so happens that I used to date one, funny how things work out).
I’m not that heartbroken, I bounce back fast. It just so happens that I met a very lovely young entrepreneur the other day at my gym, and what excellent timing because I suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands to flirt with him.
He pursued me, told me how he doesn’t get around, and in fact has had 3 long term relationships the last of which was 4 years (usually the talk of long term anything sends me running, but this guy was too enticing).
He used to be a hockey player and when we were talking I said there is no such thing as a well behaved hockey player when all you have is girls around you. He came around the kitchen island, placed his hand on my cheek, looked me dead in the eyes and said “there is such a thing, I’m proof. Not every guy wants to be like that. Have a little faith”. I absolutely melted like butter.
After going on a string of iffy dates and being exhausted from having to be “on” all the time I found a guy that made me feel totally comfortable. Totally forgetting there’s a reason I’m a cynic, and there’s also a reason I write a blog about dating and how everyone plays a game. And my god did I get played. See the simple fact is that when you put your faith in someone you don’t know, it’s like playing a game of Russian Roulette, you never actually know what’s going to happen when you pull the trigger.
So, did I lose the game? Absolutely. Did he turn out to be a lying DoucheBag? Absolutely (actually Hanna decided the other night that she’s moving him up from DoucheBag to Fuckwad). Am I contemplating revenge? Absolutely. Would I probably go to jail if I sought the revenge I actually wanted? Not if I got a really good defence lawyer (it also just so happens that I used to date one, funny how things work out).
I’m not that heartbroken, I bounce back fast. It just so happens that I met a very lovely young entrepreneur the other day at my gym, and what excellent timing because I suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands to flirt with him.
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