I'd Rather Be Alone

I spent the majority of my day working in an office just off the beach - it's a beautiful office, but in some cruel twist of irony there is no beach view, just views of a cement wall. After working on some mind melting analytics I decided that it was about time I took a walk on the beach.

So I grabbed my keys and my cell and I headed towards the ocean. I stopped just short of the water and just stood there for a few minutes absorbing how amazingly beautiful it was. As I was standing there I had a brief conversation with a friend about some recent frustration in my life. You see, I want what I cannot have. But this time it is not simply because I can't have it - it's because for once I have a rational reason to want this. Yes, I speak in riddles on this subject.

While I am standing by the ocean, watching the sun set and waves crash on the sand I suddenly knew that I wanted someone to be there to enjoy that view with me. I wanted someone who wouldn't talk, who wouldn't even touch me, but someone who would just stand there and take it all in. Someone who understood how beautiful and relaxing that scene really was to me. My mind went through the possibilities - the men I've had in my life previously and the men who come and go now.

It's true.

I would rather stand on that beach alone, enjoy the sunset and the water alone, than be with the wrong man. I would rather go through life alone than spend time with someone I don't like or love. I would, however, like to eventually find that person... preferably with as little heartbreak as possible.

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!

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!