I hate that my ex boyfriend still gets under my skin.
Whether it is his occasional facebook update or a memory I have of him, sometimes I'm sad and sometimes I'm angry. But overall, I'm unhappy with myself for letting it bother me.
He was my first love and for a while, I thought he was the one. So....there were some strong feelings that are tough to overcome, but it is getting close to a year since we broke up and I just wish I could forget about him and not care.
I guess I'm fuming at myself this week, but don't worry, I'm not beating myself up too much. Just recognizing that the situation bothers me should help.
The other thing that would help is dating someone new! But alas, summer in the city is not the time to date- weekends everyone flees to the beach or the suburbs for weddings. That's partly why stories have been scarce- I have a few more up my sleeve and then fall will bring more dating fun!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Funny Friday
I am T-minus 6 work days until I'm on vacation, so I am in a great mood and thought I'd mix it up and call today Funny Friday.
Last summer my boyfriend and I were driving out to the Hamptons and chatting in the car. We were talking about movies and books and he goes:
"they should have something like Netflix, but for books"
My reply:
"they do, it is called the library."
He wasn't a dumb guy, just every now and then said something that was bordered on dumb.
We both laughed then and many times later when we remembered the story. I now know there is an online book rental company, but it is not as efficient as Netflix, and the moral of the story is that the library is the original Netflix.
Happy Friday!
Last summer my boyfriend and I were driving out to the Hamptons and chatting in the car. We were talking about movies and books and he goes:
"they should have something like Netflix, but for books"
My reply:
"they do, it is called the library."
He wasn't a dumb guy, just every now and then said something that was bordered on dumb.
We both laughed then and many times later when we remembered the story. I now know there is an online book rental company, but it is not as efficient as Netflix, and the moral of the story is that the library is the original Netflix.
Happy Friday!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Housekeeping
Thursday is the new Friday this week, at least at my office, due to the 4th being on Saturday, so I thought I'd post today in lieu of Fuming Friday tomorrow.
And... this is not a complaint. This is a housekeeping note.
Due to limits to both my blog skills and the google model, I can't add a snazzy button for guest posts. So, I have set up a guest post email. Please submit your stories if you feel they should be shared. No pressure, just trying to keep it interesting.
Send your dating woes, disasters, and hilarious moments to guest.inthecity@gmail.com and look for them on the site! And I will keep you anonymous, no worries there.
T
And... this is not a complaint. This is a housekeeping note.
Due to limits to both my blog skills and the google model, I can't add a snazzy button for guest posts. So, I have set up a guest post email. Please submit your stories if you feel they should be shared. No pressure, just trying to keep it interesting.
Send your dating woes, disasters, and hilarious moments to guest.inthecity@gmail.com and look for them on the site! And I will keep you anonymous, no worries there.
T
Mortified
So obviously sleepover dates have huge potential. Potential to be awkward, potential to be romantic, and worst case scenarios, down right gross.
The 40-year-old and I did an overnight at his place one night and then the following weekend, we went to my place. No sex, just not ending the date until the AM. Oh, but there was a small difference the night we went to my place.
He and I actually didn't go on a date, I met up with him after doing BYOB dinner with my girlfriends. 8 girls, 7 bottles of wine and not enough Thai food. Yes, a great state to be in when meeting up with a guy who you are still getting to know.
Needless to say, when we went to sleep, I passed out in bed. Slept quite well and didn't wake up with a hangover. But when I woke, I was alone in bed. He moved to the couch because he said I was snoring too loudly.
OMG, how embarrassing. There is nothing dainty, girly, pretty, etc about a girl who is snoring so loudly the guy moves to the other room. I'm a bit old fashioned and think that only men snore, except, I know that I sometimes do it myself.
A friend of mine decreed this awful of him and was bothered, said it was rude. I was just so embarrassed, I didn't know how to act.
Either way, we didn't last too long, but what do you think? Was he rude or was I just a little too drunk to handle?
The 40-year-old and I did an overnight at his place one night and then the following weekend, we went to my place. No sex, just not ending the date until the AM. Oh, but there was a small difference the night we went to my place.
He and I actually didn't go on a date, I met up with him after doing BYOB dinner with my girlfriends. 8 girls, 7 bottles of wine and not enough Thai food. Yes, a great state to be in when meeting up with a guy who you are still getting to know.
Needless to say, when we went to sleep, I passed out in bed. Slept quite well and didn't wake up with a hangover. But when I woke, I was alone in bed. He moved to the couch because he said I was snoring too loudly.
OMG, how embarrassing. There is nothing dainty, girly, pretty, etc about a girl who is snoring so loudly the guy moves to the other room. I'm a bit old fashioned and think that only men snore, except, I know that I sometimes do it myself.
A friend of mine decreed this awful of him and was bothered, said it was rude. I was just so embarrassed, I didn't know how to act.
Either way, we didn't last too long, but what do you think? Was he rude or was I just a little too drunk to handle?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Mr. and Mrs. ?
Okay, so this isn't a bad dating story, but it is something I thing about. Two lists: things that will make me a good wife (in my opinion, obviously) and things I need in a husband.
Me:
I can roast a perfect Thanksgiving turkey.
I know how to manage home improvement projects like floor replacement and kitchen renovation.
I like to watch sports.
I like to do the dishes, I find it very cathartic
Him:
Needs to be able to make eggs; I love to eat them, suck at making them. Yes, it is ironic that I can roast a turkey and not make scrambled eggs.
Keep a good household budget; try as I might, I am not so good with money. Except of course, spending it.
Ability to fix small projects, like when you come home and the top living room window falls open, someone needs to close it. (or when you're single you call the doorman for help)
Me:
I can roast a perfect Thanksgiving turkey.
I know how to manage home improvement projects like floor replacement and kitchen renovation.
I like to watch sports.
I like to do the dishes, I find it very cathartic
Him:
Needs to be able to make eggs; I love to eat them, suck at making them. Yes, it is ironic that I can roast a turkey and not make scrambled eggs.
Keep a good household budget; try as I might, I am not so good with money. Except of course, spending it.
Ability to fix small projects, like when you come home and the top living room window falls open, someone needs to close it. (or when you're single you call the doorman for help)
Monday, June 29, 2009
How old is TOO old?
I was at a wedding recently and we were talking about the age difference between one couple (not the bride and groom) and someone said, "he's older- like 28." Most of the women at the wedding were about 25.
My reply to this was, "older is relative" because I fell for a guy recently who wasn't quite honest about his age. We met at a charity event and totally hit it off; like the kind of night where you talk in the bar until 3am without drinking too much and just falling for each other. I had never had a night like that.
Before our official first date, I googled him (I usually do...) and had an inkling that he was older than me. This was based on his school resume on his Linked In account. I was hoping he was the legal version of Doogie Howser. Either way, I was still intrigued and thought if he felt significantly older, it wouldn't go past the first date.
Needless to say, he didn't feel too old. Second date, I pushed him to admit how old he was. He said 10 years ago, he moved to NY and was my age. So....35. Not too bad, totally within my range. And again, we had chemistry.
Come 4th date, after he had been to my place and seen my lifestyle and pictures, he basically told me we needed to stop dating. In part because he realized he was almost closer in age to my dad than to me. Yikes!
Turns out, he was 40. Still a good guy, but 15 years is too much. I think deep down that I knew he wasn't really 35 but turned a blind eye because he intrigued me. Lesson learned there, trust your gut!
There are a couple of more stories about this one....ladies who know them, don't spoil them in the comments, they are coming soon.
My reply to this was, "older is relative" because I fell for a guy recently who wasn't quite honest about his age. We met at a charity event and totally hit it off; like the kind of night where you talk in the bar until 3am without drinking too much and just falling for each other. I had never had a night like that.
Before our official first date, I googled him (I usually do...) and had an inkling that he was older than me. This was based on his school resume on his Linked In account. I was hoping he was the legal version of Doogie Howser. Either way, I was still intrigued and thought if he felt significantly older, it wouldn't go past the first date.
Needless to say, he didn't feel too old. Second date, I pushed him to admit how old he was. He said 10 years ago, he moved to NY and was my age. So....35. Not too bad, totally within my range. And again, we had chemistry.
Come 4th date, after he had been to my place and seen my lifestyle and pictures, he basically told me we needed to stop dating. In part because he realized he was almost closer in age to my dad than to me. Yikes!
Turns out, he was 40. Still a good guy, but 15 years is too much. I think deep down that I knew he wasn't really 35 but turned a blind eye because he intrigued me. Lesson learned there, trust your gut!
There are a couple of more stories about this one....ladies who know them, don't spoil them in the comments, they are coming soon.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Fuming Friday: Lying on a date
I know when you're on the first couple of dates with someone you are trying to present your best self. But if that involves lying, did it ever occur to you that you would be caught if you continued to date this person? If you feel like you have to lie to impress a girl, maybe she isn't right for you.
Agreeing with something that you actually don't agree with, lying about your age, making up stories about summer houses or jobs....all of these are things that have happened to me and once I got more serious with the people, I realized they weren't true.
I'm not really angry about those, but rather, disappointed because I learned he was not the person I thought I was falling for.
I understand it takes a lot of confidence to date, especially in NYC where people are constantly trying to impress each other, but please, be yourself. If someone doesn't like you for you, you should not be dating!
Agreeing with something that you actually don't agree with, lying about your age, making up stories about summer houses or jobs....all of these are things that have happened to me and once I got more serious with the people, I realized they weren't true.
I'm not really angry about those, but rather, disappointed because I learned he was not the person I thought I was falling for.
I understand it takes a lot of confidence to date, especially in NYC where people are constantly trying to impress each other, but please, be yourself. If someone doesn't like you for you, you should not be dating!
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