Over the last month, I've only logged into my dating profile a couple times here and there. I find I get the same guys messaging me over and over and not to mention, ex-husbands of people I used to go to highschool with. That was awkward. But on one occasion, I had received this new message from a guy we'll call "Dave"
Now, because I live so close to the United States, the dating site likes to show me matches in Michigan. I usually ignore most of them but Dave caught my interest. He was wow, just a great looking guy, his profile seemed decent and the city he lived in was only 20 minutes away. Hmm, alright let's talk.
Dave clearly never read my profile and I'll get to that in just one second. We started texting that night and the next morning, I really started contemplating dating an American. I really have nothing against them, but to me, it was asking for a whole wack load of issues. However, at the same time, it would be more of a challenge to see each other, and you wouldn't run the risk of over exposure. We could spend the day together here and there when my child wasn't home and I didn't have to worry about him showing up at my door step unexpectedly.
Back to him not reading my profile. Dave didn't realize I was Canadian considering he was asking me where the nearest Target was. I'm not even sure he looked at my pictures since he asked me to describe my looks He made the comment of "well I suppose I should start applying for my passport" and I was kinda taken aback. Yea I suppose you could, but that means you'd be seeing me not on my terms and in a way, that scared me. I learned Dave was originally from Chicago, had two almost teenagers that still lived there with their mother. Perfect! The fact that I won't be dealing with baby mama drama almost seemed to good to be true.
We shared a lot of the same goals in life, he wanted to eventually own a farm (all I want is a horse) and just retire somewhere in the country side. We shared the same taste in music and everything was going honky dory. I was really amping up to meet this guy until...
At one point, Dave revealed to me he was a "redneck". Ok, I asked him to elaborate, what did he consider being a redneck? I can tell you my version is someone who could apply and be cast on honey boo boo and duck dynasty and uses duct tape to fix anything. As long as you wear deodorant and shower once a day, being a redneck isn't that bothersome. What I wasn't expecting, was him revealing that he was a white supremacist.
I kid you not. I will PG 13 his comments: "I don't like seeing a white woman with a black man"...I'm censoring that folks. I apparently live in the 21st century and do not care or mind that mixed races or same genders combine. Really, it's none of my business and whatever makes people happy...go for it. But my visions of my farm with Shinedown blaring in the background came to a crashing halt. I have many family members whom have married interracial and clearly, Dave would have to stay away if I didn't want to have to post bail. No deal.
I kinda went off the handle with him and that comment and he quickly shut his mouth. Eventually our messages became less and less. I'm cordial with him, but I have no desire to keep day dreaming about how and when we'll meet. Being an almost KKK member, is a giant deal breaker.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Plus One
So today started out like any other day - tried to get my kid to take a pee on the potty, had my morning coffee, and called my mother to confirm plans of my son's birthday, which is tomorrow. We were planning to get together to bake his cake when Pic messaged me about how aweful her morning was going. I offered to get her out of the house and have our kids play together. What I didn't know was, I was going to do something today that I've never done before.
My mother and I made our grocery lists and go and grab Pic. I always seem to run into "The Crush" at the grocery store so because I had greasy hair and hairy legs, I asked to make one pit stop at my house. I put up my hair and threw on some jeans and off we went and I'm glad we did.
Last weekend, I had a bonfire at my house. I decided I needed to be more social and invite some neighbours that I never really talked to. I met one of them at the grocery store and told her to come out, and jokingly said 'bring the crush with you'. Unfortunately she didn't come out but I always wondered if she told the crush about it.
At the grocery store, my mother and I go our separate ways and Pic tags along with me. There he was, right in front of the canned food department. I quickly hide behind the bread and rehearse my lines. Today was the day, I was going to ask him for his phone number. Casually and face as red as a tomato with Pic in tow, I walked up. Here's the conversation:
Me: Hey stranger! Where were you Saturday?
Crush: Hey Kel, what happened Saturday?
M: I had a bonfire and I told (neighbour) to invite you
C: Oh I had no idea, I totally would've went too
M: Well how does one get ahold of you now a days?
C: Usually by text
M: Ok well give me your number and I'll text you next time I have one
(quickly shuffles through purse... awkward silence, one of his friends walks up)
M: ok go
C: *gives number*
M: ok....well.....talk to you later!
I ran out of there as fast as I could and into an aisle on the other side of the store. Pic caught up and we run into my mother. I refused to even look in his direction when Pic points out that he keeps pointing to us with his friend. Even at the check out counter we get spotted, and when he was going outside, he kept looking in our direction in the parking lot. I really wanted to die. Did I really JUST DO THAT?!
I joked with Pic that she is my alcohol for normally, I probably would never have done that. We chatted all the way home, reliving the conversation and both Pic and my mother reveal they've never asked for a guy's number. I joked that I channeled my inner Samantha from SATC and am up plus one on them.
Normally I would end my blog post there but with Pic the adventure never ends. I was sitting outside my parents house when my phone rang. I wish I could tell you that it was the crush but he doesn't have my phone number. Instead it was my children's father and I was screening his call when Pic grabbed my phone and I thought innocently, she was reading any text messages he was sending. Oh HO no no, she was texting the crush. I wanted to play by the rules with this number, and message him like I said I would, at my next fire. She sent:
"Hey this is Kelly! Just wanted to send you a text so you have my number"
Fucking shoot me.
He never responded, thank God and Pic says I'll thank her later....I'm still waiting for later. If I've learned anything from today....Don't leave your phone unattended.
My mother and I made our grocery lists and go and grab Pic. I always seem to run into "The Crush" at the grocery store so because I had greasy hair and hairy legs, I asked to make one pit stop at my house. I put up my hair and threw on some jeans and off we went and I'm glad we did.
Last weekend, I had a bonfire at my house. I decided I needed to be more social and invite some neighbours that I never really talked to. I met one of them at the grocery store and told her to come out, and jokingly said 'bring the crush with you'. Unfortunately she didn't come out but I always wondered if she told the crush about it.
At the grocery store, my mother and I go our separate ways and Pic tags along with me. There he was, right in front of the canned food department. I quickly hide behind the bread and rehearse my lines. Today was the day, I was going to ask him for his phone number. Casually and face as red as a tomato with Pic in tow, I walked up. Here's the conversation:
Me: Hey stranger! Where were you Saturday?
Crush: Hey Kel, what happened Saturday?
M: I had a bonfire and I told (neighbour) to invite you
C: Oh I had no idea, I totally would've went too
M: Well how does one get ahold of you now a days?
C: Usually by text
M: Ok well give me your number and I'll text you next time I have one
(quickly shuffles through purse... awkward silence, one of his friends walks up)
M: ok go
C: *gives number*
M: ok....well.....talk to you later!
I ran out of there as fast as I could and into an aisle on the other side of the store. Pic caught up and we run into my mother. I refused to even look in his direction when Pic points out that he keeps pointing to us with his friend. Even at the check out counter we get spotted, and when he was going outside, he kept looking in our direction in the parking lot. I really wanted to die. Did I really JUST DO THAT?!
I joked with Pic that she is my alcohol for normally, I probably would never have done that. We chatted all the way home, reliving the conversation and both Pic and my mother reveal they've never asked for a guy's number. I joked that I channeled my inner Samantha from SATC and am up plus one on them.
Normally I would end my blog post there but with Pic the adventure never ends. I was sitting outside my parents house when my phone rang. I wish I could tell you that it was the crush but he doesn't have my phone number. Instead it was my children's father and I was screening his call when Pic grabbed my phone and I thought innocently, she was reading any text messages he was sending. Oh HO no no, she was texting the crush. I wanted to play by the rules with this number, and message him like I said I would, at my next fire. She sent:
"Hey this is Kelly! Just wanted to send you a text so you have my number"
Fucking shoot me.
He never responded, thank God and Pic says I'll thank her later....I'm still waiting for later. If I've learned anything from today....Don't leave your phone unattended.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
The Pick-Up Games
Last weekend, my partner in crime, (we're going to start calling her "Pic") messaged me about a baseball tournament happening in a different town. She had watched some mutual friends play the day before and informed me that it was crawling with men, in baseball uniforms, and most of them were "eleven's" (inside joke from our escapade with the 'social experiment')
I had two choices to make here:
1) Sit at home by myself (child was gone for the day) and do the responsible thing and clean my house, do laundry, read a book... OR
2) Say "WHEN AND WHERE?!"
You can probably guess my answer....
I'm an avid "Sex and the City" watcher (can you tell?). I prefer to think I'm all 4 girls mixed into one. Carrie's writing skills and bad dating judgements, mixed with Miranda's "no bullshit" attitude, with a side of Charolette's innocent thinking and hoping for the best, and a dash of Sam's hormones.
In one episode in particular, Carrie and Charolette decide to go for lunch. During this lunch, they decide to rate the men walking down the street. 2 categories: Yes they would sleep with them, No they wouldn't. Pic and I decided to take a page out of this game and use it at our baseball tournament. (We were only rating men who looked our age. Sorry grandpa, youuuuuuu're out! ahem.)
I quickly throw on a sundress, match it up with a cute necklace and flip flops and we're off! We get to the tournament, find a great parking spot and it looks like it's just starting. We get out of the car and realize...there is A LOT of men here with dogs. One of our future experiments is to bring my dogs to the dog park and see how many numbers we get. Let's start this experiment early! Back in the car we go and head off to my house to grab my pooches. Problem is, my town is not very close and I'm running low on gas. (Seems to be a recurring issue in my dating adventures).
We get to the house, grab the dogs quickly, stop and get gas, and we're off! Again! We might have burnt an hour during this side trip so by the time we got back to the tournament, things have dwindled down. Damn. We sit in the beer tent and with our note pads and pooches and start our ratings, however we added an extra category in this one: If I was drunk. Sometimes, someone isn't THAT bad looking but with a little liquid courage, things can happen.
If there's one thing I've learned out of this, I need prescription sunglasses. I have horrible distance vision and I'm sure all these men would've looked like 10's if I didn't have my glasses on. However, a couple times I was caught doing my "ratings" based on eye contact. If I had sunglasses on, I could stare all I want and they wouldn't know the difference!
Another thing we've learned is we need to make up "press badges". It became quite clear in the first hour that we weren't there to cheer anyone on. The only time we got questioned on our motives was when a couple women stopped to ask us about the dogs. During a move to a different diamond, I was starting to get sore and drove the car with my female dog while Pic decided to walk with my male. Because this was a giant tail-gating party, most of the guys had some liquid courage in them and were talking quite loud. During Pic's walk she hears some guys in the bleachers say "Hey there's one of the girls with the dogs" "Yea man, there's another girl here with one too". To this time, we're not quite sure how to take these remarks. Did we make a name for ourselves being "the girls with the dogs" or were they just making an observation? Yes, I over think this stuff.
We still had a couple hours to kill before my child returned home so we decided to go out for dinner and try to get our ratings out of 100. We go to the city (which, on the way there, we passed by "The Crush" walking down the road in my town. I waved, he waved, Pic got caught with her mouth gaping open in amazement) and decide to find the MOST crowded patio on the planet. I won't start with how long our food took, that'll keep you here all night but I will tell you that after doing some research, apparently Sunday was the last day of our city's gay pride celebration and hence the massive amounts of people.
In conclusion, I will give you my results. We didn't make it to 100, and my dogs didn't score me any numbers but, I am now known as "the girl with the dog".
Yes I would sleep with them: 24
No, not in a million years: 56
If I was drunk: 17
Grand total: 97. Pretty darn close!
I had two choices to make here:
1) Sit at home by myself (child was gone for the day) and do the responsible thing and clean my house, do laundry, read a book... OR
2) Say "WHEN AND WHERE?!"
You can probably guess my answer....
I'm an avid "Sex and the City" watcher (can you tell?). I prefer to think I'm all 4 girls mixed into one. Carrie's writing skills and bad dating judgements, mixed with Miranda's "no bullshit" attitude, with a side of Charolette's innocent thinking and hoping for the best, and a dash of Sam's hormones.
In one episode in particular, Carrie and Charolette decide to go for lunch. During this lunch, they decide to rate the men walking down the street. 2 categories: Yes they would sleep with them, No they wouldn't. Pic and I decided to take a page out of this game and use it at our baseball tournament. (We were only rating men who looked our age. Sorry grandpa, youuuuuuu're out! ahem.)
I quickly throw on a sundress, match it up with a cute necklace and flip flops and we're off! We get to the tournament, find a great parking spot and it looks like it's just starting. We get out of the car and realize...there is A LOT of men here with dogs. One of our future experiments is to bring my dogs to the dog park and see how many numbers we get. Let's start this experiment early! Back in the car we go and head off to my house to grab my pooches. Problem is, my town is not very close and I'm running low on gas. (Seems to be a recurring issue in my dating adventures).
We get to the house, grab the dogs quickly, stop and get gas, and we're off! Again! We might have burnt an hour during this side trip so by the time we got back to the tournament, things have dwindled down. Damn. We sit in the beer tent and with our note pads and pooches and start our ratings, however we added an extra category in this one: If I was drunk. Sometimes, someone isn't THAT bad looking but with a little liquid courage, things can happen.
If there's one thing I've learned out of this, I need prescription sunglasses. I have horrible distance vision and I'm sure all these men would've looked like 10's if I didn't have my glasses on. However, a couple times I was caught doing my "ratings" based on eye contact. If I had sunglasses on, I could stare all I want and they wouldn't know the difference!
Another thing we've learned is we need to make up "press badges". It became quite clear in the first hour that we weren't there to cheer anyone on. The only time we got questioned on our motives was when a couple women stopped to ask us about the dogs. During a move to a different diamond, I was starting to get sore and drove the car with my female dog while Pic decided to walk with my male. Because this was a giant tail-gating party, most of the guys had some liquid courage in them and were talking quite loud. During Pic's walk she hears some guys in the bleachers say "Hey there's one of the girls with the dogs" "Yea man, there's another girl here with one too". To this time, we're not quite sure how to take these remarks. Did we make a name for ourselves being "the girls with the dogs" or were they just making an observation? Yes, I over think this stuff.
We still had a couple hours to kill before my child returned home so we decided to go out for dinner and try to get our ratings out of 100. We go to the city (which, on the way there, we passed by "The Crush" walking down the road in my town. I waved, he waved, Pic got caught with her mouth gaping open in amazement) and decide to find the MOST crowded patio on the planet. I won't start with how long our food took, that'll keep you here all night but I will tell you that after doing some research, apparently Sunday was the last day of our city's gay pride celebration and hence the massive amounts of people.
In conclusion, I will give you my results. We didn't make it to 100, and my dogs didn't score me any numbers but, I am now known as "the girl with the dog".
Yes I would sleep with them: 24
No, not in a million years: 56
If I was drunk: 17
Grand total: 97. Pretty darn close!
Friday, August 9, 2013
The Respect Factor.
Dating someone with kids isn't easy and some choose to not date people with kids. I'm fine with that, no judgement here. Some even with kids refuse to date others with kids - conjoined families are nothing to play around with and there has to be a full commitment to doing so. Some make it work, some can't and the kids end up paying the price.
However, I feel as if we're missing some key elements here. The other parent - and the respect that's what they are. At one point in time, your new boyfriend/girlfriend did possibly love someone else to start a family with them, a new child was brought into the world and whether you like it or not, they will be around for the rest of that child's life. They're going to have to speak with that parent, see them, and co-parent for more than just 18 years. (I'm basing this all off that the other parent wants to be in the child's life)
Over the past week, I've been dealt a full deck of cards. I thought I was handling it quite well. I have an amazing support system and they've all been by my side. Being pregnant and I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure my hormones however have made my problems seem more exuberant than they actually are. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. However, during the last couple days this week - something has come up that really, just throws salt on the wounds.
I try not to talk to my ex unless it involves our kid (s). Our lawyers are dealing with anything legal and we are trying to co-parent to the best of our ability. The reason why I date occasionally and say no to potential relationships is because I know I'm not ready - I have many wounds that need to heal properly, no bandaids here. I don't want to know, or care what's going in his life. My children are my main focus with him and who he brings these kids around.
This next paragraph is how * I FEEL* this situation SHOULD be treated.
You meet a new person, they have kids. You're in the puppy love stage and just want to spend as much time as you can with the person. You go on dates, picture yourselves together forever and this person is just perrrfect. However, you know and I know that this is just a stage and it'll pass and that's why I didn't mention bringing kids to meet this other person. I'm a firm believer in the 6 month rule. In 6 months you should know whether or not you want to continue seeing this person and you should know by then, their ins and outs. After 6 months, pending on the children's ages, you slowly start to integrate the family together. Have dinner here and there, maybe a family outing, but no sleep overs.
As the other parent, you should be in the know. Talk it over with the other parent...after all, this is their child too and guess what, kids talk. If you don't tell them, the kids will and that's just drama you don't need. As the new g/f/b/f here's my advice to you:
- Respect any boundaries put into place by the co-parent
- Respect any routines
- Realize you're not the new mother/father
- Have fun building a relationship
DO NOT do this:
- Bad talk the other co-parent when children are around
- Message/talk to co-parent when asked not to
- View co-parent as a giant threat
- Stir drama within the relationship of the two parents
- Message/talk to co-parent under the disguise of the other parent.
If you know me, the "do not's" look pretty familiar don't they?
I don't know, call me crazy but I just don't get it. When I get into another relationship and if there is kids involved, I KNOW I would be staying far away from that woman as possible. If we could get along, that's great but if not, I also know that she is still the mother and I need to respect that.
Until next time.
However, I feel as if we're missing some key elements here. The other parent - and the respect that's what they are. At one point in time, your new boyfriend/girlfriend did possibly love someone else to start a family with them, a new child was brought into the world and whether you like it or not, they will be around for the rest of that child's life. They're going to have to speak with that parent, see them, and co-parent for more than just 18 years. (I'm basing this all off that the other parent wants to be in the child's life)
Over the past week, I've been dealt a full deck of cards. I thought I was handling it quite well. I have an amazing support system and they've all been by my side. Being pregnant and I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure my hormones however have made my problems seem more exuberant than they actually are. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. However, during the last couple days this week - something has come up that really, just throws salt on the wounds.
I try not to talk to my ex unless it involves our kid (s). Our lawyers are dealing with anything legal and we are trying to co-parent to the best of our ability. The reason why I date occasionally and say no to potential relationships is because I know I'm not ready - I have many wounds that need to heal properly, no bandaids here. I don't want to know, or care what's going in his life. My children are my main focus with him and who he brings these kids around.
This next paragraph is how * I FEEL* this situation SHOULD be treated.
You meet a new person, they have kids. You're in the puppy love stage and just want to spend as much time as you can with the person. You go on dates, picture yourselves together forever and this person is just perrrfect. However, you know and I know that this is just a stage and it'll pass and that's why I didn't mention bringing kids to meet this other person. I'm a firm believer in the 6 month rule. In 6 months you should know whether or not you want to continue seeing this person and you should know by then, their ins and outs. After 6 months, pending on the children's ages, you slowly start to integrate the family together. Have dinner here and there, maybe a family outing, but no sleep overs.
As the other parent, you should be in the know. Talk it over with the other parent...after all, this is their child too and guess what, kids talk. If you don't tell them, the kids will and that's just drama you don't need. As the new g/f/b/f here's my advice to you:
- Respect any boundaries put into place by the co-parent
- Respect any routines
- Realize you're not the new mother/father
- Have fun building a relationship
DO NOT do this:
- Bad talk the other co-parent when children are around
- Message/talk to co-parent when asked not to
- View co-parent as a giant threat
- Stir drama within the relationship of the two parents
- Message/talk to co-parent under the disguise of the other parent.
If you know me, the "do not's" look pretty familiar don't they?
I don't know, call me crazy but I just don't get it. When I get into another relationship and if there is kids involved, I KNOW I would be staying far away from that woman as possible. If we could get along, that's great but if not, I also know that she is still the mother and I need to respect that.
Until next time.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
The Social Experiment
Over the past couple of weeks, my partner in crime and I decided to really give up on dating. She was having issues with a guy who in one second, wanted her to meet all his family and the next second, giving all the signs that 'he's just not that into you'. Cancelling dates, not returning calls, and they call us the crazy ones?
Anyways, we decided to make a 'single's page', where we could meet other singles and just have a single grand ol' time. What we didn't realize is how much the page was going to be a hit....with the cougars.
Within 2 weeks, the page was almost up to 60 people and we were going to have our first event. You know my love for sushi and my love for meeting new people so, I was hoping others hopped on board as well. With about a 40/20 ratio of women to men, it seemed like this was going to be a smash hit.
If only it was...
With my little black dress on, matching leopard print shoes and bag, make-up all done up, I was off, ready to socialize with strangers of all ages, genders, backgrounds; share break-up stories and eat all the sushi I could shove in my mouth.
I meet up with my friend, who also brought along one of her friends, so that makes 3 of us girls. We get our name tags put together and sit and play the waiting game..order food...and wait some more and take a whole bunch of pictures....and wait some more. We start wishing this restaurant had a patio so we could rate men on the street and hopefully, draw more candidates in the group.
Well you can kinda see where this is going. Not one soul out of almost 60 showed up! So I got to wondering, if so many people like this idea....why are they just settling on the idea instead of the concept of actually socializing?
I'm learning in a psychology book right now that people find safety in numbers. You get the oddball like me who doesn't mind going out alone but I would so rather go with someone else. We pushed for our followers to bring friends but, it didn't make the cut. I guess thinking about it, it's rather odd to go a restaurant to sit at a table with maybe one person you know, but at a table of people you don't know. Kinda sounds like arranged seating at a wedding...the more cocktails you get in, the more apt you are to care about the people around you, if not, dig in..wait for the DJ and dance the night away.
We decided to end the night at a local pub and rate the men there...unfortunately again, it was a Tuesday night so, that didn't work out. Either way, it was still a nice time hanging out with the girls...and still sharing break up stories, learning about my friend's giant turn off when it comes to men and little dogs, and because we're all moms...talking about our kids.
We're thinking about making our next event at a winery.......hopefully wine will make people come out!
Anyways, we decided to make a 'single's page', where we could meet other singles and just have a single grand ol' time. What we didn't realize is how much the page was going to be a hit....with the cougars.
Within 2 weeks, the page was almost up to 60 people and we were going to have our first event. You know my love for sushi and my love for meeting new people so, I was hoping others hopped on board as well. With about a 40/20 ratio of women to men, it seemed like this was going to be a smash hit.
If only it was...
With my little black dress on, matching leopard print shoes and bag, make-up all done up, I was off, ready to socialize with strangers of all ages, genders, backgrounds; share break-up stories and eat all the sushi I could shove in my mouth.
I meet up with my friend, who also brought along one of her friends, so that makes 3 of us girls. We get our name tags put together and sit and play the waiting game..order food...and wait some more and take a whole bunch of pictures....and wait some more. We start wishing this restaurant had a patio so we could rate men on the street and hopefully, draw more candidates in the group.
Well you can kinda see where this is going. Not one soul out of almost 60 showed up! So I got to wondering, if so many people like this idea....why are they just settling on the idea instead of the concept of actually socializing?
I'm learning in a psychology book right now that people find safety in numbers. You get the oddball like me who doesn't mind going out alone but I would so rather go with someone else. We pushed for our followers to bring friends but, it didn't make the cut. I guess thinking about it, it's rather odd to go a restaurant to sit at a table with maybe one person you know, but at a table of people you don't know. Kinda sounds like arranged seating at a wedding...the more cocktails you get in, the more apt you are to care about the people around you, if not, dig in..wait for the DJ and dance the night away.
We decided to end the night at a local pub and rate the men there...unfortunately again, it was a Tuesday night so, that didn't work out. Either way, it was still a nice time hanging out with the girls...and still sharing break up stories, learning about my friend's giant turn off when it comes to men and little dogs, and because we're all moms...talking about our kids.
We're thinking about making our next event at a winery.......hopefully wine will make people come out!
Thursday, August 1, 2013
My Thoughts: The Voice
I'm going to start this post off by saying, holy cow time is flying. I went to get my oil changed today and after when I went into my day planner to write down my next change, I realized my second son will have been born. That is scarey stuff!
I quite enjoy writing this blog and even though my date track record is at a low, I'm ok with it. Today I went out and bought a little notepad for in my purse. I come up with ideas all the time and in 7 days, I completely forget about what they were. Even today I got some interviewing done with a couple girlfriends on a subject that will be eventually touched upon. I want more women's input on the topic so, don't be surprised if I walk up to you, notepad in hand, and ask your opinion.
Also, on Tuesday, I will be conducting a social experiment of sorts, and I'm definitely looking forward to that. So, all in all, I want to thank everyone for giving me subjects to write about! Moving along...
Over this past week, I've been looking to rent something for my son. I hate talking on the phone...HATE it. I hate calling, asking prices, and then quickly hanging up before they can loop me in. After speaking to some who's accents are indistinguishable, to almost falling over in my chair to prices, I called up my last company.
A male answers the phone and honestly, I have no idea what he said, I was too caught up just listening to him speak. From what I could tell, I would pin his age at 25 - 35, and his voice was very smooth. I could listen to him talk all day. He wasn't sure if what I needed was in stock and would call me back in a couple days. Awesome!
I found myself logging straight into facebook, google, the company's website, ANYTHING to find out what this guy looked like. In my mind he couldn't possibly be ugly with a voice like that. I had a vision, and I wanted to know if it was accurate.
Unfortunately, my searches failed. Even with over 100 + photo's on the company's website, there were NONE of any people, just their products. Today I received my dream-bo's call and again, unfortunately what I needed is being rented out that day, so... you will stay in my mind as my Ken barbie doll. I do have to give him credit for calling me back with the bad news instead of leaving me hanging.
Back in 2004, I dated this guy named Jimmy. Now, many people have heard my break-up story with Jimmy and that's all they remember of him, however not many remember his voice or even what he looked like.
Jimmy was a tall and very slender guy. He had his own apartment, and was a HUGE clean freak. He had a key to my apartment and I remember coming home once, seeing his car there, walking in and there's Jimmy on his hands and knees scrubbing my floor with a brush. He insisted they weren't white enough and if you know me, cleanliness is never on my top priority list.
In Jimmy's apartment, everything matched. I'm doing good if I can find socks that match. His curtains matched his bedspread, he had potpourri in the bathroom, and we even got into a fight once because God forbid, I walked on his newly shampooed carpet. Needless to say, Jimmy and I didn't last long but what I want to touch base on, was his voice. Jimmy had a higher voice for a male and I remember I hated it. shh baby don't talk...just listen...always.
Voices are a peculiar thing, they're one of the most distinguishable attributes on a person. Go ahead and pick up the phone right now and call your grandma. Chances are, she probably doesn't have caller-ID so that's why I'm picking her. If you're close to her and talk to her often, she'll know exactly who's on that other line. (Unless grandma has amnesia then go ahead and pick someone else)
Testosterone is one of the key elements that makes a male's voice low, it also is involved with body hair. The more you have, the chances are your voice will lower and you'll grow facial hair. That's why when women decide to become men, they take testosterone injections. The same goes for our estrogen, it'll make your voice higher and you'll start to grow....womanly attributes.
I think women have it in their mind (I know I do) that the more testosterone a man has, the manlier he is. The manlier he is, the more likely that he'll want to settle down eventually and have his legacy continue on...aka kids. I guess maybe it all goes back to caveman days and the same goes for men. Women that tend to have a higher voice and bigger cleavage seem to get all the boys to the yard. Of course, there's always the exception.
I'll end tonight with the conclusion of Jimmy and I's break-up. After 3 weeks, Jimmy pulled out the love card and I found I couldn't say it back and it hurt him. I knew we weren't compatible at all and had to let the boy down. In the parking lot of his apartment, I told him it wasn't going to work and things had to end. Jimmy started crying..hard. I did the next best thing I could think of......run. I jumped into my truck and started pulling away. In the rear view mirror I could see Jimmy running after my truck, in the middle of street, crying while chasing.
The last time I spoke to Jimmy which was....probably two years later, he was married and was trying for children. Good for you Jimmy!
I quite enjoy writing this blog and even though my date track record is at a low, I'm ok with it. Today I went out and bought a little notepad for in my purse. I come up with ideas all the time and in 7 days, I completely forget about what they were. Even today I got some interviewing done with a couple girlfriends on a subject that will be eventually touched upon. I want more women's input on the topic so, don't be surprised if I walk up to you, notepad in hand, and ask your opinion.
Also, on Tuesday, I will be conducting a social experiment of sorts, and I'm definitely looking forward to that. So, all in all, I want to thank everyone for giving me subjects to write about! Moving along...
Over this past week, I've been looking to rent something for my son. I hate talking on the phone...HATE it. I hate calling, asking prices, and then quickly hanging up before they can loop me in. After speaking to some who's accents are indistinguishable, to almost falling over in my chair to prices, I called up my last company.
A male answers the phone and honestly, I have no idea what he said, I was too caught up just listening to him speak. From what I could tell, I would pin his age at 25 - 35, and his voice was very smooth. I could listen to him talk all day. He wasn't sure if what I needed was in stock and would call me back in a couple days. Awesome!
I found myself logging straight into facebook, google, the company's website, ANYTHING to find out what this guy looked like. In my mind he couldn't possibly be ugly with a voice like that. I had a vision, and I wanted to know if it was accurate.
Unfortunately, my searches failed. Even with over 100 + photo's on the company's website, there were NONE of any people, just their products. Today I received my dream-bo's call and again, unfortunately what I needed is being rented out that day, so... you will stay in my mind as my Ken barbie doll. I do have to give him credit for calling me back with the bad news instead of leaving me hanging.
Back in 2004, I dated this guy named Jimmy. Now, many people have heard my break-up story with Jimmy and that's all they remember of him, however not many remember his voice or even what he looked like.
Jimmy was a tall and very slender guy. He had his own apartment, and was a HUGE clean freak. He had a key to my apartment and I remember coming home once, seeing his car there, walking in and there's Jimmy on his hands and knees scrubbing my floor with a brush. He insisted they weren't white enough and if you know me, cleanliness is never on my top priority list.
In Jimmy's apartment, everything matched. I'm doing good if I can find socks that match. His curtains matched his bedspread, he had potpourri in the bathroom, and we even got into a fight once because God forbid, I walked on his newly shampooed carpet. Needless to say, Jimmy and I didn't last long but what I want to touch base on, was his voice. Jimmy had a higher voice for a male and I remember I hated it. shh baby don't talk...just listen...always.
Voices are a peculiar thing, they're one of the most distinguishable attributes on a person. Go ahead and pick up the phone right now and call your grandma. Chances are, she probably doesn't have caller-ID so that's why I'm picking her. If you're close to her and talk to her often, she'll know exactly who's on that other line. (Unless grandma has amnesia then go ahead and pick someone else)
Testosterone is one of the key elements that makes a male's voice low, it also is involved with body hair. The more you have, the chances are your voice will lower and you'll grow facial hair. That's why when women decide to become men, they take testosterone injections. The same goes for our estrogen, it'll make your voice higher and you'll start to grow....womanly attributes.
I think women have it in their mind (I know I do) that the more testosterone a man has, the manlier he is. The manlier he is, the more likely that he'll want to settle down eventually and have his legacy continue on...aka kids. I guess maybe it all goes back to caveman days and the same goes for men. Women that tend to have a higher voice and bigger cleavage seem to get all the boys to the yard. Of course, there's always the exception.
I'll end tonight with the conclusion of Jimmy and I's break-up. After 3 weeks, Jimmy pulled out the love card and I found I couldn't say it back and it hurt him. I knew we weren't compatible at all and had to let the boy down. In the parking lot of his apartment, I told him it wasn't going to work and things had to end. Jimmy started crying..hard. I did the next best thing I could think of......run. I jumped into my truck and started pulling away. In the rear view mirror I could see Jimmy running after my truck, in the middle of street, crying while chasing.
The last time I spoke to Jimmy which was....probably two years later, he was married and was trying for children. Good for you Jimmy!
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