Awkwardness and other things

You would think that after years of dating, I’d be accustomed to interacting with the opposite sex. EH- no. I saw a cute guy on BART today that I realized that I used to know. Peachy, except that I couldn’t remember his name for the life of me. Three hours later, I narrowed it down to 3 names that are all similar.

We kept making eye contact for about half an hour. I’m sure that he was trying to remember my name also. I used to be involved in a legendary list of extracurricular activities in high school which allowed me to participate in conventions and conferences at other schools. I would meet a ton of people during these conventions, and forget everyone’s name. My trick is to ask, “How do you spell your name?” With my luck, they’ll say “Sam.” And I’ll be damned forever for not only being forgetful, but a bad schemer!

With the constant exchange of glances, what I should have done was approach him and say exactly what I was thinking: “You’re cute. You should ask me out. I’ll probably say no because I’m not ready to date, but it’d be fun to reject you and keep in touch, just to date you in 3 months.” Okay – I would never actually say that to anyone, but it felt a little fabulous to pretend that I would.

Instead of making any attempt to figure out where we knew each other, I put my sunglasses on and pretended to sleep. I’m awkward.

Real live friends!

My online presence doesn’t necessarily terrify me, but it definitely amuses me to no end, and is often subject to my own ridicule. I’ve been blogging for over 7 years, and I have an account with way too many social networking sites. Whatever. I only use Facebook. Recently, I’ve seriously considered becoming a resident of Second Life just so I can say things like, “I may not have a life, but I do have a SECOND life!”

Anyway, GucciManLA spontaneously decided to fly to San Francisco this weekend. This means that I can take a break from the virtual world and join the real world for one weekend. He wants to have a wholesome and relaxing weekend of bike riding around Golden Gate Park and having afternoon tea (I’m not kidding – these are his suggestions!), but I had other nonsense in mind. I want to get silly drunk at brunch, set a couple of roosters free, and run around in daisy dukes at SF Pride this weekend.

I had dinner with one of my favorite nerds today! It feels nice to not be dating anyone. I did disgusting things at dinner like pick out all the crunchy parts of my tempura and scatter them on my plate. My ex used to give me a lot of shit for my strange eating habits, but no more! I will continue to be the girl that doesn’t eat white rice with her sushi. I will also continue to pick at my food whenever I want, however I want!

Being single is a lifestyle change for me. I’ve never been as unattached as I am now. It is challenging, but refreshing. I’ll never, ever settle again. I am better single than sorry.

Older women can be attractive

This week has been rough.  I got thrown into a new account at work and had to pick up the peices from the previous owner.  Solving puzzles is a bitch.  I was never good at that.  Oh well, I figured it out and things are settling down now.  Either way, I was still staying late at the office everyday which I am definetely not down with unless i’m playing Rock Band.

As soon as Thursday came, I had to get fucked up.  Luckily there was an event hosted by Gorilla Nation (they own Sheknows.com, Craveonline.com, and a bunch of niche sites) at Castaways, which is on the beach (technically, lake).  I hit up the usual volleyball game which we lost but atleast I can finally serve correctly.  We have this guy on our team that takes the game way too seriously.  Of course you always have that one guy.  What would make a co-ed social sport right without mr. i hate to lose.  This guy was a sight to see.  Everytime he missed, he would yell out “Dammit, <insert his name>.”  It was hilarious.  He was more angry at himself then the team mates.  We won our first game and lost 2 games after that.  He wasn’t in a good mood and decided to go home instead of drinking his sorrows away.  It was really bizarre and I realized when people get too caught up in sports, its quite sad.  Imean, leave that to the pro athletes you know what I mean?  They are getting paid for it, and we’re just pretenders.

We hit up Castaways, which is the iconic beachside bar/grill in Chicago.  Everyone and their mothers go there in the summer.  Typical media event: Open bar (premium shelf), a theme (this time it was hawaiin, didn’t see that coming), beautiful girls, 6 guys, free food, and a DJ.  Four effen lemonades in, and I was ready to rock.  My co-worker sang “Blame it on the rain” on the karoake machine and was incredible.  I got shitfaced and started talking to sales people about their sites in which they began trying to recruit me to their team.  As soon as 12:30 hit, we were getting kicked out and headed over to the after party.

The best thing about my job is that I can go through a whole night of entertainment without taking out my wallet.  It’s called “media-whoring.”  Here’s an example.  We were waiting for cabs to go to the next spot and none of us wanted to pay so as soon as we saw a rep going into one we literally ran to the can and stuffed ourselves in.  It was intense, but we got a free ride out of that. 

A few things occured that night that were interesting.  I got down with a cougar at the bar.  She must have been about 30+.  She was really hot for her age.  I also got pulled into a bachelorette party in which I was shaking butts with 35 year olds.  I like old women, i’m not going to lie.  Beautiful old women are very attractive.  It’s that whole “been there done that” kinda attitude that I love.  No BS you know what I mean?

Also, two of my co-workers came out to me last night.  One was a shoe-in, the other wasn’t.  I’ve only had 3 people come out to me in my lifetime.  I just needed to know.  So i’m going to pride day on Sunday to support them.  I ended up hitching a ride with my gay friend and his friend.  She was this hottie that was the typical hot girl that hangs out with gay guys and occasionally sleeps with bartenders.  You know that type.  I didn’t want to deal with that shit, but since she gave me ride home, I bought her fries.  She was cute though, but still in that “phase” where she’s like trying to justify her “rebellious” lifestyle. 

Totally over it. 

My hair is wavy, but it might as well be …

I’m not quite sure why this particular scene in Sex and the City didn’t strike a chord with me before.

I’ll give you one guess of which type of girl I am.

flashback to the summer before high school.

i know you all remember this beat, def hot the summer before high school started.  released 1999.

don’t know why i thought of this song, but definitely still catchy, even though some of the lines are pretty wack haha.

So…

I work in an industry dominated by (good looking) women. It’s nice. I like pretty. But it’s bad because it’s rather difficult for me to meet men outside of industry functions that I rarely attend because I haven’t moved to San Francisco yet. This will change in August. Then, there will be plenty of men because the kind of PR that I do requires me to interact with clients in a male-dominated industry. It’s complicated, but hopefully, in that mix, I’ll land myself a cute and geeky boyfriend that’s over 6 feet tall.

I’ll admit it. I love nerds.

Anyway, I rarely find myself attracted to anyone, but I found myself flirting with a cutie from the Midwest today. Go me! We talk, and I flirt. He flirts back, I think. So, I play with my hair (I guess I was trying to be cute), look up at him coyly, and ask him when he moved to San Francisco.

He says,

A couple months ago. With my partner. ….My boyfriend.

I lose.

:)

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no, the match.com idea blows winston. just watch, im going to make an acct next week. owned

the reason why i am so happy is the weather has been ridiculously good. i just want to sit on a bench outside and people watch with a dunkin donuts iced coffee and a lil musik. scratch that, i dont want to people watch. i just want to shoot the shit and get wasted

werd

match.com

I don’t think I’d go on a match.com date anytime within the next 5 years. If I’m 28 and still don’t have any options to date, I might have to resort there. For the time being though, Darla’s post made me recollect an interesting idea that might provide some more laughs for all of you readers.

Here is what I propose for the three guys on this blog, and not to exclude Darla, but she’d win by a landslide. I have not gone through this idea with the others before posting, so I don’t know what to expect in response.  Anyways, here goes…

I came up with this idea during my last year in Boston, while drinking some beers with buddies of mine at Sunset Cantina. The other three guys at the time all had girlfriends, so we never went along with it. However, since the three men on this blog are all single, why not try this out and have some laughs.

Okay, so, what’s the idea? The three of us should each create a match.com account, and create profiles that accurately represent who we are and what we look like. Perhaps we’ll even post them here. What I hear is that instead of a Facebook poke, you can “wink” at people you are interested in. Now, none of us are going to be winking– rather, we’ll have a contest– whomever gets the most “winks” in a specified week wins. Of course, we’ll have to bet something embarrassing to make this funny for the two losers; perhaps streaking across a football field, or better yet, actually having to take one of those girls who winked at you out on a date.

What do ya’ll think? I’m about to start the summer, and know that this will provide some comedy for at least a week, if not more. If thebusdriver and calzone are in, I’m definitely game.

P.S: If match.com is not a viable option, perhaps craigslist might be a shadier, but easier option.

And since we say owned so much… a picture that represents.. owned.

We are divided by Facebook relationship statuses.

I agree with Andre 3000 when he says:

Ya White Tee Will To Me Looks Like A Nightgown
Make Ya Mama Proud Take That Thang 2 Sizes Down

Please disregard the incorrect capitalization..I copied and pasted that from some website. While I’m definitely not the expert on men’s fashion, I know what I like and don’t like. On the top of my list of dislikes: oversized white tee’s. Is this a Bay Area phenomenon?

I am working from home today. I am flushed with a slight fever, so I am typing all of this from my comfortable bed. I think that my lack of sleep and and food are starting to take a toll on my body. I used to be so healthy until I started working. I am still breaking out like a 13 year old boy, and all the concealer in the world won’t hide the bags under my eyes. I’m so unpretty right now – it’s nothing to laugh at.

I constantly wonder how I’ll meet someone post-college. I feel like I am out of luck. I am always IMing my friends telling them how bored I am and they’ll say, “Go date!” But where do I find dates? I refuse to meet men at bars; I’ve made plenty of platonic male friends at bars, but I would never actually date them. I don’t even accept drinks at bars. I’m a cheap date anyway, so I purchase my own drinks. And while it’s becoming more socially acceptable to meet people on Match.com or EHarmony, it’s not my cup of tea. I love to tell stories (and exaggerate them for shock value), and simply telling people that I met my sig-o on the internet doesn’t cut it for me. That’s a very shallow reason, but hey, I’m a shallow girl. It’s not like I want to be in a relationship right now, but I am bored out of my mind. I feel like this world is divided between people in relationships, and people that are single.

In other news, to continue my daily updates of my travel plans, I will be in New York City from September 11 to September 15. Maybe you’ll get a joint update from Darla and TheBusDriver? You never know. We are full of surprises/crap.

WhatEV!

I had a hard time getting up this morning. I’m still not used to getting up at 6 AM. I miss waking up at 3 PM like I used to in college. I miss having the option of going to my classes. I miss doing school work at the beach. I wish my workspace was a hammock in the Bahamas. Life is not fair.

I was having a less-than-stellar morning, so I decided to jazz things up by wearing a shorter dress than I usually would dare to. My boss giggled when she saw me and said, “Sexy dress!” I love her.

I am definitely feeling under the weather right now. Can you tell?

In other news, my best friend and I are throwing a joint birthday party in LA at the end of September! The theme: Super Sweet 23/24: Double the Trouble. We’re going to wear matching dresses and tiaras. We haven’t finalized the details yet, but we’re looking at a fabulous dinner and table service at a bar. I am so bored ALLLLLL the time.

Anyway, snoozefest. Will have something more interesting to say tmr.