We All Need Hobbies

I have a friend who likes to collect those silly little knickknacks you see in those quaint little bookstores. She has them on shelves in her apartment and always adds new figures to her collection at every special occasion.

I have another friend who likes to knit. The last time I saw her she was making a scarf for yet another friend. She has a collection of random, colorful yarns.

My hobby?
That's right - it's dating. I have a nice collection of little stories from my years of dating all the wrong men. I know they're the wrong men because I'm obviously no longer dating them. *smile*

As I returned home tonight after an interesting meeting I realized that I'm bored. While focusing on my career and trying to find work, I've let my dating options dry up. I have seriously neglected one of my favorite hobbies.

Now before you judge, consider the art of hobbies. Some people like to drink, some people like to collect objects, some people like to hike or follow some other activity. I like to date because it gives you the chance to meet someone new, go out for a night and have some decent conversation. You might not find the man or woman of your dreams, but there is a chance you'll at least find a friend out of the deal. At the least you've spent a few hours of your life chatting with someone new and if that's all it leads to, you get to cross that person off your list in your quest for a life mate.

Dating was once my hobby and then I had the crazy idea that I might want to settle down, so I forgot how fun dating can be. Oh, don't get me wrong, I also know that dating can be a pain in the ass depending on how difficult and awkward that date might become. The greatest part about this hobby... well, you get to choose when the hobby starts and stops. If the date is that bad you can always "phone a friend" and escape. (We've all done it!)

So while I've neglected my hobby, I'm planning on reviving it soon. Dating, after all, is the ultimate hobby.

The $200 Dinner

This week I had a "friend" in town visiting. Now we all know how awkward occasions can sometimes arise out of these situations. Well, to be fair, this friend was a little more than a friend over Christmas and that's why he thought it would continue as such almost four months later. Unfortunately the poor man never took the time to figure out how amazingly fickle I can be about men. In that four months I had been dating and developed and then lost at least three different crushes. I have always been a little fickle when it comes to men... something about not wanting to be trapped.

So, this friend took me out for a lovely dinner, after eight nights spent on the couch and not in my bed. He also took the time to mention me as his friend in his Facebook status - something I took note of and thought was for the best. However, he continued to do such things as hold my hand and presume to try and make out with me. I must say I am rather confused on this point, but really my troubles with men this week have led me to believe that despite the dozens of men I've dated, I really know nothing about them after all.

Okay, that's not entirely true... I do know this friend decided that I should automatically be in love with him even though the past four months had shown a decreasing attachment via cell phone. Every phone conversation got shorter the longer this friend kept talking about himself and interrupting my brief responses with yet more of his endearing tales...

Even though this man is a wonderful man and he tried his best to impress me, the one thing he never did was actually ask me what I wanted. He simply moved forward with his plans and disregarded my thoughts on the whole situation.

And this is why some women sound like complete bitches. Men go to these extreme lengths to impress us but they never consider what is really, truly important. Fancy dinners mean nothing if you don't like the style of food. Flowers are useless if you're allergic to them. These things don't matter if the man hasn't taken the time to actually get to know you - to find out what is important to you.

For those men who have been "friend zoned," perhaps you need to review your methods. Are you doing these things for her or for yourself? You've been friend zoned for a reason... maybe if you take the time to figure out why, you'll have a better shot at getting out of that zone.

Vodka and Confusion

During my wild days in the good ol' STL my wing woman and I would frequently raise our glasses with the toast, "Here's to the men we love and here's to the men that love us, but the men we love aren't the men who love us, so fuck the men, let's drink to us!"

Little did I know that three years later I would still be using that toast...

Despite the fact that I have a few options for men, I find that those options open to me aren't what I want. I don't want a man I find boring and I don't want a self absorbed man and I don't want a man who plays games and I definitely don't want a man who is old enough to be my father.

I'm picky, I know - we all should be picky though. We shouldn't settle for just any guy, we should all stop and take a minute to decide where we'll draw our lines. It doesn't mean these lines can't be bent or stretched at times, but there should at least be lines - to determine what you will and will not put up with. There should be lines to keep you from getting hurt and to keep you from wasting your time. Lines are there so you have some guidelines when you date and you know when you've found a keeper versus when you need to let it go.

So what do I want? Well, right now I want the man who intrigues me - the man who does sweet things for me, but is oddly distant. I want the man who one day wants to spend time with me and the next day buries himself into his work and is all business - but who still delivers beautiful, thoughtful work specifically for me. I want the man that I can talk to for hours, who is sometimes in his own little world, and who doesn't always know what's going on, but who is still intelligent. I want the man can't decide what kind of pet to get, so he has a variety. I don't know if this is THE man for me, but right now, at this point in my life, that is what interests me.

The problem? Yep... the men we love aren't the men who love us...

Sometimes this happens and while I know, we all know, this just means the man/time/place is not for us - it's not right and there is nothing to do but move on. And it is all so much easier to say than do.

So here's to making bad decisions and wanting what you can't have - here's to "fuck the men" and drinking to us!

Catching Up

I was reminded today that it has been way too long since I updated this blog. Part of the reason has to do with my recent change in employment and part of it is because I've been so busy giving advice outside of the computer realm. Over the past two weeks I have had two friends get engaged which has played host to multiple problems. Oh, and then there is my own problem with temporarily forgetting how to talk to members of the opposite sex. Okay, okay... excuses aside - let's catch up.


So I get a phone call one morning and after the pleasantries are exchanged, my friend asks, "Can I tell you what's really bothering me?"
He then explains that he hasn't actually proposed to his girlfriend yet, but he has to very soon because the wedding has already been set for August. Apparently he'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity. The perfect opportunity included coordination by several different parties while keeping everything secret from his girlfriend and he was having some problems with that. The first piece of advice he got from me involved the ring - due to a glich in the computer systems he couldn't withdraw the money he needed to pay off the engagement ring. That was simple - get a temporary ring.
The next problem was a bit more complicated - his girlfriend accidentally read an e-mail ruining the surprise and broke down in tears because of it. When emotions are involved it's a lot more complicated to solve the problems. My friend had a lot of pressure to make sure this engagement was perfect and it did end well. I have to wonder though if the communication between him and his now fiance are open enough. If the engagement wasn't perfect in her eyes, would she have said no, or just spent months being angry with him?
Two days later another recently engaged friend called me with concerns about his relationship with his fiance. Apparently his fiance had been hiding a friendship with an ex from him. The only advice I could give was to either ignore it or just to talk to her about it. I'm still waiting to hear what decision he made - though from his silence I fear the worst.
What is the point of this post? Well, to catch up and to always remind you that communication is key in any relationship. If you can't talk to your other, it's never going to work. Trust me. *smile*

Who's Just Not That Into You?

A few years back there was this groundbreaking new book called, "He's Just Not That Into You," and after reading the first few chapters, I promptly threw the book in the trash. This book seemed to think that all men are alike and that all situations can be solved quite simply by saying that the man really isn't all that into you. I appreciate the attempt to put the responsibility back on men, it doesn't really work that way if the book is marketed towards women.

Last night I had a brief panic attack when my friend texted me with the message, "I'm never dating again," because his reasoning came from "She's Just Not That Into In You." I later learned that this wasn't a not so clever attempt to rework the original book, but merely an article that he'd read. I gave him my standard answer - "I hate that book. It doesn't make sense, because specific situations cannot be solved with general solutions."

He seemed to accept this very reasonable response, but it made me wonder. Why are so many people willing to accept general solutions to their specific problems. I would stand a little taller, with more confidence in my opinion if the book hadn't become sooo ridiculously popular and if they hadn't made a newly released movie about it.

Anyway, I wanted to check out this article... I really did, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I can only assume that it was heart wrenching and horrible!

And I want to be perfectly clear - You simply cannot solve specific problems with general answers.

It's Like Déjà Vu All Over Again

As I start to review my dating history, I realize that basic pattern recognition skills are NOT my strong point.

I totally dated the same man twice and it has taken me months to figure it all out - Okay, it wasn't literally the same man, but it was damn close. Some might call this karma, because I wasn't too attached to the first man and I may have *cough* refused to have sex with him because he was too small *cough* and decided to go wash my truck instead.

Okay, to be fair, the real reason was because I didn't like the man. He was a psychology major, only child, a little pudgy, with dark hair and goatee like facial hair.

I don't think I need to tell you that we didn't last long. It's always difficult to date someone you don't actually like.

Okay, fast forward 3 years - I see this man again, on St. Patty's Day, when I'm so smashed I have no idea what I'm doing. I manage to make a fool of myself and refer to him as "the truck guy" and tell him to stay on his side of the city.

I proceed to go out to my car where I make out with some other guy, who is also drunk. We then go our separate ways and I am no wiser for the incident because...

Fast forward another 3 years and I start dating a red-headed, psychology major, only child, slightly pudgy, with goatee like hair guy.
Yep... it was the same guy all over again, just different time, state and hair color.

I think this may have been karma coming back to bite me in the ass because I wasn't very nice to the first guy, so the second guy wasn't very nice to me.


I'd like to think that I have now learned my lesson, after dating almost exactly the same guy twice. Well... probably not, though I'm positive that I absolutely CANNOT happily date an only child. Only children seem to lack the social skill set that I need to be happy.

So, what lessons can YOU take from this?

Well - For starters, I'd suggest looking at your own dating life- How often have you dated the "same" man in the hopes that the result will be different? Perhaps re-defining your dating agenda and requirements are in order.

And second - Karma is a bitch.

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It's Time I Told You

This should have been the first blog post, but writer's block totally stopped me dead in my tracks. I feel that I must tell the story about my first kiss though. You'll see why this is so important - you'll understand why, from the first date, my parents should have locked me in my room and thrown away the key. I was always called "Trouble" growing up, but it wasn't until I started dating that I really embodied all that was indeed - Trouble.

Let me set the scene for you. It's dark, it's behind a church (*laugh* Yes) and I'm standing there with this guy. We'd made a deal, you see... a deal about sharing a kiss for New Year's and well, it was close enough to New Year's and it didn't really matter that I either was or would soon be dating one of his best friends because at the time neither of us were dating anyone. Although I believe the next day both of us were dating someone or another.

So yes, my first kiss was with some guy behind a church and no, we never dated... but I did date one of his best friends!

This is also statement of rule #1 - You should never date/mess around with two guys who are best friends. It always ends poorly. Unless, of course, one of them gives you permission, but that's another story for a different day.

Why Do We Put Up With This?

Dear Mr. Self-Absorbed,
I'm so happy that you decided to grace my day with your phone call. Yes, I'm so glad you had a great weekend. What's that? Oh, you went out and got drunk with your friends. Yes... I did see that you called and I'm sure I'm very sorry that I missed drunken stories from you.
Oh, so is this what you're doing for the week? Oh, that's nice. Yeah, teachers can be tough to deal with and living at home is such a drag.
Yep, it sucks that you're cold. I'm not cold... oh yes, shoveling sidewalks does get tedious. Oh, and I'm sure knocking down icicles is very dangerous. Well, I'm glad you went inside to get some hot chocolate.
Well I have work to do... No, that wasn't a jab at your unemployment status... No, I wasn't saying that you're a loser for not having a job. Oh, you had an interview... that's great. It went well? Oh, okay. They haven't called you back for a week, well that's a shame.
I really have to go to lunch now... oh, you're eating leftovers for lunch because your Mom didn't make you anything. Oh, well... leftover homemade Thai... yeah, that's quite a trial.
Oh your best friend and you are going out tonight. That's nice. Oh, he's calling now. Well good... Uh... huh. I see.
Well, thanks for asking about my day - I've been having some problems with the DMV and my car and work has been really difficult lately... hello? Hello? Are you still there?

I hate you,
TJ

I Know You Don't Want to Hear This Now

I hate this topic. I am the queen of not wanting to let things go. Ask the first guy I ever fell in love with - it took me years to let go and realize that it just wasn't meant to be. I'll probably never be completely over the one man that I consider to be the love of my life. It's a very sad, ridiculously sappy story for another blog because this blog is all about how to let go. When it is all said and done, letting go is painful, but possible.

I recently started working on an art project that includes those "missed connections" that you see printed in the newspaper or on craigslist. Some of these posts are amazingly romantic - it's just people who want to find that person that makes them feel something. I just wish that life always worked out the way it does in movies - but it doesn't and letting go... well, maybe I can't really talk about that. My Pandora just started playing "Save Tonight" by Eagle Eye Cherry - the one song that always reminds me of that first Love- when we ran through the rain, laughing - when we carved our initials on the bridge over the river - when we niavely thought we'd be together our entire lives.

I guess there is a difference between letting someone go, because you realize he just isn't right for you and remembering the good times and stubbornly hanging on to something because you want it to be. Now is the time to stop and ask yourself if you're hanging on because you think it'll work, or if you're hanging on because you stubbornly refuse to accept the fact that it's just not meant to be.

The Beginning

So, I've been trying to write this first post for weeks. I do this all the time - you should see my first myspace blog, it's ridiculous. Anyway, I've decided that in order to start this blog, I'll just start this blog. I think it's important to fill in the blanks about my extensive dating history... it gives this blog some credibility, but I'm afraid my crazy life won't allow me to follow any set time line, so the stories will come as they will.

Besides, I have way to much going on in my dating/love life right now to waste time telling you about my first kiss and the first boy I actually dated!

That and I just bought 4 boxes of chocolate filled with wine (hell yes!) and I'm way too excited about those to just blog about some random men. Oh and while you click on that link to look at the chocolates, I bought mine from www.woot.com. The bargain hunters dream site - everyday is a different dealio.

I will get to that though. Oh yes... those stories will come. As will stories involving my dear friends, because everyone needs friends and some great guest blogs!