Warning: Twitter is Taking Over Your Dating Life

I was super stoked to finally me Cheeky.  We had exchanged some lovely emails and had a decent phone conversation.  However, our date happen to fall on a week that my life was turned upside down at work.  I was exhausted at the end of the day.  Although excited to meet him, I was pooped.  My mistake was deciding to send out a tweet telling the Twitter world just how i felt.  Oh yes, I tweet.  Occasionally, but I've been more active the last month or so.  I figure Facebook doesn't want to hear what Im doing all the time.  But Twitter.. thats what its made for!
Mid date we got into a discussion about Facebook, Twitter, etc.  After Cheeky confessed his slight obsession with the site, I admitted I too indulged in the site occasionally.  BIG MISTAKE.  As he pulled out his phone to 'follow' me, I got a flash of my latest tweet.  "Totally not in the mood for a first date right now.  Im exhausted and would much rather go home and sleep."  Panicked, I realized there was no going back.  He was in and was going to see it.  I giggled with embarrassment and explained what he was about to see.  And made sure he knew that I was having a fabulous time and was happy I came.  He laughed and seem to take it well.  We were a few drinks in by now.
Well Twitter ended up backfiring.  Its bad enough trying to get a guy to actually call you on the phone and not just text or email.  And I'll give Cheeky credit, he did call to set up the date.  However, basically all of our communication after the date was on Twitter.  Really?  This is what the world has come to?  So sad that I am even writing about this right now.  Anyway, the night was full of laughs.  But the only action I got after that was a couple tweets @cheeese.  I guess you never know.  I had a really great time, but couldn't compete with the Twitterverse!

Are You Wearing... Transition Lens's?

Alright kids, here we go, my first date back in the game.  I had several lovely emails with The Italian Heart and was really looking forward to our first date.  Sadly this guy indulged in one of my pet peeves... not planning the date that you asked me on.  Sorry guys, but you asked the lady out, you should have something planned.  Especially on a first date.  Im the kind of gal that likes a guy to take initiative!  But I digress.  I suggested the Day of the Dead festival for our afternoon date being that is was Halloween weekend.
Bad choice.
I had never been and had no idea how crazy it was going to be.  It was worse than Disneyland, we could barely walk.  However all I could focus on was what appeared to be transition lens glasses on his face.  The sun was setting so the glasses couldn't figure out if they wanted to be light or dark.  You know who wears those?  My dad.  You know who shouldn't wear those, my date.
Conversation was good.  However there was something missing.  There was no draw.  We had talked about getting together again which I was unsure about but went along with.  Might give him another try, considering the date location was so awful.  But the next day I was sure that a second try was unnecessary.  After all, I was paying for a dating service, I think I get to be as picky as I want.  Unfortunately I had bought a mirror for my sister that night and left it in his car.  I debated sucking it up through a second date to get the mirror back.  But, it was only $25 and quite frankly I'd rather not waste either of our time.
Lesson learned: Dont plan first dates in crowded areas.  Also, people can be better or worse in person compared to their photos.  Just keep this in mind.  Thats all!

On a different note...

...VOTE! It's voting day and this midterm election is sure to be a historic one. Left wing, right wing - loose wing, tight wing. Because if nothing else Dr. Seuss has taught us to rhyme and let our voices be heard! So hooray to you, voter, take that mandated time off to vote and connect some ballot lines!

Sleepless in Seattle...

...or in my parent's house.

Okay so the last few weeks I have been having creepy recurring dreams, all of which involve one or more of the men mentioned in this blog. Example 1: Nomad is running through the airport looking for someone, and I'm running after him yelling for him not to go to Africa. I never see his face but, because it's a dream and we are all-knowing beings in our own dreams, I know it's him. He gets to the gate and I think he's going to get on, so I reach to grab his ankle but then I eat it and fall on my face. He runs onto the plane. The stewardess comes up and tells me to leave. So I'm walking away, dejected, and who taps me on the shoulder.... o ya.... you know it - Nomad. And he says, I thought you were on the plane I had to stop you.

Funnily enough this occurred the day BEFORE Thousand Oaks' native son Steve Slater slided it off the Jet Blue Airplane with a beer in hand, giving the middle finger to all involved, no longer allowing himself to be called a steward or flight attendant. Not sure what I am referring to? http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/jetblue_attendant_flips_out_flees_EJ6RiGgCZiZxGmo2xsU2TI
There, don't say I never did anything for you.

Example 2: Only last night, this tasty dream drops in on me - I'm sitting in my old classroom with a horrible professor bla bla bla'ing and there's a knock at the door. Only I hear it and turn around, and who who whoooo is it (owl shout out for my peeps! Get it? Peeps? No? Fine). why it's Superhero Gangster, motioning for me to come out. I'm shocked to see him because he's currently two states away (I'm sad still yes) but of course I shuffle out. He just says "Hey I needed to come down so I wanted to say hi!" So he takes me to get food and then he has to leave. He gives me a hug and a kiss. He drops me back off at school and, guess what, I start booking it after the car, like a woman possessed or an antelope. I'm not sure which.

Common theme - I am RUNNING after these guys in both instances. O man, even my subconscious is in trouble.

Here's to better rest and not remembering every detail of my damn dreams.

Return of the Jedi

O hello there! It's a pleasure to be back. O wait... no it's not, because back to the blog means back to the single life. Superhero Gangster left about a month ago. He moved two states away for a new job, and didn't want to do long distance. I don't blame him. At this stage in our lives, we want to spend time with the person we're dating. Maybe once you're engaged or married you can deal with it for a while, but we dated for 6, blissful, non-dramatic months and I wound never change one thing about it. Except, him moving.

In any case, I have been dealing with the disappointment fairly normally, for me at least - I'm trying to stay busy and talk to him just once a week, text little more than that. It's hard. When you feel like you found someone who meshes so well with you, it's a bitch. And it will be for a while.

If you believe in any karmic intervention, send me some positive vibes, hopeful vibes, not so single vibes. Thank you in advance my little ones.

So, Do You Have a Boyfriend?

A couple weeks ago i found myself at a friends birthday party faced with this very question.  It was one of those parties where no one really knew each other except for the person whose birthday we were celebrating.  So we all went through the typical meet and greet chatting; What do you do?  Where do you live?  How do you know so and so?  In addition the party's attendants were all couples.  I found myself in a situation many single gals fear and try to stay away from.  After countless phone calls and text to several friends trying to get someone, anyone to accompany me to this party.  I still found myself there alone and suddenly faced with the question, Do you have a boyfriend?
It was odd really.  I didn't know how to react.  I mean really its a simple yes or no question.  But when presented with it, I felt the need to explain to this girl why in fact, I was single.  It started off fine, I said no, Im here by myself.  I then however went on telling her how, I like being single, and i've always been an independent person, and God knows what else...trying to defend my singlehood.  What the hell is wrong with me?
I got out of there shortly after.  But it got me thinking.  The older I get, the more 'sticky single situations' I seem to face.  Other single gals out there know exactly what im talking about. One of them is the very story I've just told.  Being the odd one out at a party full of couples.  Or how about weddings, holiday parties, and the worst one of all, Valentine's day.  I myself will be dealing with a wedding, minus the plus one next month.  I was a little annoyed at first.  I am after all driving to northern California to attend this wedding.  The least you can do is let me bring a date.  But I think in cases like this we have to remember, its really not about us, and our sad single life.  The bride and groom are just trying to save a few bucks.  Knowing they are keeping the wedding small, I cant be too upset.  However, it will be yet another situation where, because its a coworker, i will know about a handful of people in the room, and probably be forced to have this conversation again, fun.  At least I'll be prepared this time and keep it short and sweet.
These situations suck.  But whenever Im faced with them, if I must be faced with them.  I try and remind myself of all the perks of being single!  Saving money, actually having time for the gym, free reign over the TV, girl time, a clean bathroom, and being able to pretty much do whatever I want :)

He Can Talk the Talk

Why does this keep happening to me?  He can talk the talk, but doesn't walk the walk, so to speak.  The guys I am talking to these days have all the right things to say.  Which is great!  They are wonderful amazing things that give me that butterfly in my stomach.  But where is the follow through?  Where are the moves?  Where are you?  And what is the point?  I mean sure, it puts a smile on my face and makes me feel good, but...make the plans!  And don't flake!  And side note, I don't care who you are, best friend, coworker, boyfriend, girlfriend, flaking is the worst and is just plain rude.  Once in a while, I understand but lets not make a hobby out of it.
Status update!  I am still wearing the crown on this blog for awkward date moments.  First date, wasn't sure it was a date, but it was, which is fine.  After I saved our movie 'date' with my iPhone, I was dropping Iowa home.  That's right, he didn't have a car.  I know, I pick the winners.  Here comes the award for Most Awkward Goodbye.  He leans in, I of course assume for a hug.  The kiss lands on my cheek, but slightly underneath my eye, kind of on the side of my nose.  I felt so bad I didnt see it coming.  The after date text read:  I blame it on the glasses.  I'd like to thank my glasses, for making that line possible, without which I would not be receiving this award.  Thanks Iowa, one for the story book!