i am reaaally bored at work, and this gray rainy day is making me want to crawl back into bed. needless to say, i am trying to entertain myself, and maybe you in the process.
as a result, here are more tales from online dating. i will specify though, this comes to you from my space, which i absolutely 100% do NOT use for dating. i am only on because i have been able to track down some old friends.
at any rate, from my inbox:
I'm stuck at work with nothing to do today. So of course I turned to Myspace. I was messing around on here and you caught my attention.
And I know I'm not your age, but I figured why not write you an email. What do I have to lose, right?
I'm not going to ramble since you don't even know me. But I just wanted to tell you how good looking you are. You must be turning heads every where you go. Kinda makes me wish i was alittle older.
Hope this email wasn't too out of line.
steve
now, here is what is so entertaining about this. i was curious how old this kid was, since he clearly took my age very seriously. any guesses? 23? 22? 18?
NO. the guy is 27! i'm 30 for cryin out loud. ah well, i guess we simply weren't meant to be. perhaps if he were a little older.... (where is the emoticon DRIPPING with sarcasm?)
Friday, January 12, 2007
rhode trip
sorry, i simply could not resist.
so deb and i decided that since we had a long weekend in front of us, we would head to rhode island. and before you ask, no reason in particular. because it's a long weekend. and because neither of us have been there. and because, why not?
it reminds me that everyone should have at least one friend with whom they can decide on a whim, to just pick up and go somewhere. i know that we will have an amazing time, no matter what we are doing. as deb put it 'we could eat ice cream in the hotel and still have a great time!' she's right, but anyone who has traveled with me knows that there won't be any lounging around this weekend.
deb is a fan of houses, so we will be checking out the breakers. i am a fan of literature, so we will be checking out the great gatsby house. we'll probably take our chances with the weather and do the cliff walk. the weekend also promises time at the spa (hot stone massage anyone?), and we'll try and cause some trouble so i have good stories to tell.
on a completely random sidenote... kev, i think you missed this.
so deb and i decided that since we had a long weekend in front of us, we would head to rhode island. and before you ask, no reason in particular. because it's a long weekend. and because neither of us have been there. and because, why not?
it reminds me that everyone should have at least one friend with whom they can decide on a whim, to just pick up and go somewhere. i know that we will have an amazing time, no matter what we are doing. as deb put it 'we could eat ice cream in the hotel and still have a great time!' she's right, but anyone who has traveled with me knows that there won't be any lounging around this weekend.
deb is a fan of houses, so we will be checking out the breakers. i am a fan of literature, so we will be checking out the great gatsby house. we'll probably take our chances with the weather and do the cliff walk. the weekend also promises time at the spa (hot stone massage anyone?), and we'll try and cause some trouble so i have good stories to tell.
on a completely random sidenote... kev, i think you missed this.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
why i love living with family
you might want to pause the music before watching the videos...(it's kate talking to kendyl, not me.)
kendyl was in one of those moods tonight, one of those amazing moods that feed your soul.
she climbed on her mother's back, and when i said 'oh, i wish i had my camera!' she responded by saying 'get your camera.'
i told her i would, but that she had to stay right there. i went upstairs, grabbed my camera, and came back to find her exactly where i had left her. a photo shoot ensued, and kate and i were rolling, as she practiced her poses and her 'cheeeese!' (she is being trained young.)
there is no sound so precious to me as the sound of her laugh, and it made my week!
single drama
okay. so. yeah. uh huh.
sorry, just getting warmed up.
in the last few months, for the most part, i have avoided reporting on my love life for various reasons, but lately, i find myself so entertained that i simply can't not share.
a couple of weeks ago, i received a 'friend request' from a guy on one of my mormon sites. this particular site is not solely a dating site, but theoretically serves the purpose of reconnecting with old friends. e.g., you can search by schools, wards, etc. however, a large majority of its members do use the site for dating purposes (though 95% of the time, that description does not include me).
it took me about .1 second to realize that i had never spoken with this guy before. believe me, i would have remembered. the guy is, to make a gross understatement, gorgeous. he's 6' 7", dark curly hair, great eyes, great teeth, has pics up of him holding babies, blah, blah, blah.
in looking at his profile, the first thing that really irritated me was that he had 193 'friends'. personally, i take great pride in the fact that while i may only have 87 friends, the 87 i do have, are actually people i know. i do not request, nor accept requests from people i don't know.
in addition, of his 193 friends roughly 190 of them are single females. whereas, of my 87, there are men, women, single, married, in relationships, etc. which, frankly, is how i think it should be.
his request must have come at a particularly sarcastic time for me, or at the very least, sparked my saltiness, and the following dialogue ensued via email:
me: I must admit to wondering why an attractive guy who says he really wants to get married would invite a girl to be his 'friend' before saying hello to her, and why that same attractive guy has so many girl 'friends' but no girlfriend...
qf: i don't know 99% of those people. i just add random people cuz they seem interesting, cute, inteeligent, spiritual, and/or sexy. i'll let you pick which ones you want to be :) i would say all of the above though. and thanks for the compliment. i never wanted to get married before, now my accountant says i need to!!! kidding... my day has come i think. we'll see.
(note: oh how i love it when someone misspells intelligent. i realize my spelling--or rather my typing--is sometimes imperfect, but intelligent? come on! the irony is too rich!)
me: I think you made my point.
qf: really, i'm not trouble. so, have you ever been to elk grove, and when are you coming back?
me: (no response)
imagine my surprise when today, i received the following email:
qf: guess who's gonna be in d.c. this weekend?! yep, me!!!
me: Uh Oh! Trouble is comin' to my town!
qf: maybe after i come and go without burning the place down you'll finally be my friend!
me: i think we have different definitions of 'friend'... i've met all mine
qf: maybe we'll meet this weekend
me: (no response)
i have two major complaints:
1) are you kidding me with this? and
2) are you kidding me with this?
okay really, they are:
1) i am so sick of men wanting what they can't have. or maybe i need to practice being a bigger b%*c#. but then again, then they'd want me even more? i think i'm screwed. and,
2) um hello passive aggressive, aka, number 1 pet peeve. at least if you are diggin' the b%*c# routine, which in his case is not a 'routine', have the cajones to actually try and schedule a meeting. don't play like you just dropped me a note about your being in town because you thought it would make for intellectually stimulating conversation.
at any rate, bottom line is, i WON'T be in town this weekend, and even if i was. are you kidding me with this?
sorry, just getting warmed up.
in the last few months, for the most part, i have avoided reporting on my love life for various reasons, but lately, i find myself so entertained that i simply can't not share.
a couple of weeks ago, i received a 'friend request' from a guy on one of my mormon sites. this particular site is not solely a dating site, but theoretically serves the purpose of reconnecting with old friends. e.g., you can search by schools, wards, etc. however, a large majority of its members do use the site for dating purposes (though 95% of the time, that description does not include me).
it took me about .1 second to realize that i had never spoken with this guy before. believe me, i would have remembered. the guy is, to make a gross understatement, gorgeous. he's 6' 7", dark curly hair, great eyes, great teeth, has pics up of him holding babies, blah, blah, blah.
in looking at his profile, the first thing that really irritated me was that he had 193 'friends'. personally, i take great pride in the fact that while i may only have 87 friends, the 87 i do have, are actually people i know. i do not request, nor accept requests from people i don't know.
in addition, of his 193 friends roughly 190 of them are single females. whereas, of my 87, there are men, women, single, married, in relationships, etc. which, frankly, is how i think it should be.
his request must have come at a particularly sarcastic time for me, or at the very least, sparked my saltiness, and the following dialogue ensued via email:
me: I must admit to wondering why an attractive guy who says he really wants to get married would invite a girl to be his 'friend' before saying hello to her, and why that same attractive guy has so many girl 'friends' but no girlfriend...
qf: i don't know 99% of those people. i just add random people cuz they seem interesting, cute, inteeligent, spiritual, and/or sexy. i'll let you pick which ones you want to be :) i would say all of the above though. and thanks for the compliment. i never wanted to get married before, now my accountant says i need to!!! kidding... my day has come i think. we'll see.
(note: oh how i love it when someone misspells intelligent. i realize my spelling--or rather my typing--is sometimes imperfect, but intelligent? come on! the irony is too rich!)
me: I think you made my point.
qf: really, i'm not trouble. so, have you ever been to elk grove, and when are you coming back?
me: (no response)
imagine my surprise when today, i received the following email:
qf: guess who's gonna be in d.c. this weekend?! yep, me!!!
me: Uh Oh! Trouble is comin' to my town!
qf: maybe after i come and go without burning the place down you'll finally be my friend!
me: i think we have different definitions of 'friend'... i've met all mine
qf: maybe we'll meet this weekend
me: (no response)
i have two major complaints:
1) are you kidding me with this? and
2) are you kidding me with this?
okay really, they are:
1) i am so sick of men wanting what they can't have. or maybe i need to practice being a bigger b%*c#. but then again, then they'd want me even more? i think i'm screwed. and,
2) um hello passive aggressive, aka, number 1 pet peeve. at least if you are diggin' the b%*c# routine, which in his case is not a 'routine', have the cajones to actually try and schedule a meeting. don't play like you just dropped me a note about your being in town because you thought it would make for intellectually stimulating conversation.
at any rate, bottom line is, i WON'T be in town this weekend, and even if i was. are you kidding me with this?
where's the rockinest place to be on a wednesday night?
that's right. you guessed it. bowl america.oh. you didn't guess it?
you are sadly out of the loop!
at any rate anne, corey, (surprise!) jill, and i got our white trash on last night, by bowling a couple of games. the joint was jumpin, the cops were present, and it was an all around good time.
in atypical fashion, my first game was better than my second, but anne and i kicked jill an corey's butt nonetheless.
the highlights from the evening included jill's little 'mishap' with a dropped ball, and anne's phone conversation. or rather, the fact that every time it was her turn to bowl, she stuck her phone (with her caller on hold) in her butt pocket. poor guy!after bowling we capped off the evening with silver diner sweets and treats, and if she follows through, jill is cursing me today for keeping her up so late!
pics are here. sorry some of them are grainy, but it was league championship night and no flashes allowed in the alley.
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