The Numbers Are Frightening!

Good Evening!  I typically don't do posts in the evening, but I HAD to make an exception tonight.  I am freaking out and this is the only way that I can calm my nerves.  I just had a line sister give me a call to let me know that the person who requested friendship earlier might have alterior motives.  I listened to the story and thought it was quite funny until she started throwing out some statistics that left me a little uneasy.  You see, this person asked her who on our line was single (not married, engaged, or in a relationship) and she told them three of us.  Now...this number wouldn't seem so bad if there weren't TWENTY-TWO (THREE) of us on our line.  Now...I started thinking about this number and I realized that I am the fifth oldest person on our line (not that age really matters) and one of three who isn't even in a relationship.  Heck...I'm not even entertaining any possibilities.  Then...if you know me then you know that I'm an analytical thinker, so I started looking to my inner circle.  My J(A) Squad...Joe - relationship, Cheezie - married, Joneka - married, Jennifer - relationship, Angela - relationship...hmm so I'm the only one there.  I even looked into my extended circle and yep...I'm the only one there too.  Have I become the "one in ? number"?  The more I think about it the scarier it gets.  One of my greatest fears is that I will have to live the rest of my life with everyone around being able to enjoy the love and companionship that comes with having a significant other in their life and I'm just alone.  I know that this is the point where I need to tell my brain to slow down because I'm only 27 and I'm thinking way too hard on this subject and that I can't judge my future by a percentage or even a number.  And that's exactly what I am going to do...I'm going to pay attention to this Texans game and stop thinking about being 60y/o, in a house by myself, and living with 15 cats. 


Wooosah!  Thanks for letting me release and enjoy the rest of your night!

Bright Side: After I started freaking out on the phone, my line sister said something that didn't sink in until now.  "Compromise the first time means there will be a second time." - Ashlee

Three Sides to Every Story...

Morning!  Ok so a friend game me a BRIGHT IDEA! We were talking on FB Chat (yes...I'm always logged on) and he suggested that I give y'all another side to my dating life.  They always say that there are three sides to every story: your side. their side. and the truth.  Well...I've been giving you my side for the past 9 mos, so now I'm going to give you their side.  Well...I'm going to do something a little different and let him give you his opinion of the dating experience with the Random Rambler (and no, I'm not editing anything he's going to type and publish and I'm going to take it)...

Let's call this guy "Carter."  Carter and I went to college together.  Although we were just cool in college, some kind of way we ended up dating.  Carter was still in college (I was channeling my inner cougar) when we first started dating and throughout this on again-off again dating cycle, he graduated and still nothing came of it.  In my opinion, Carter & I didn't work because I felt that he needed to experience post-collegiate dating.  And to be honest, I always felt like I was older...part of that could have been my fault because I felt the need to explain why something wasn't acceptable, but personally, some things should be common knowledge.  For example, Carter & I had been talking about fried pickles for the longest!  We made plans to go to this one place when I came into town. I was SUPER excited about these pickles (y'all fried pickles from this place are SOOO good!).  Well...when my sister & I reached the city limits, I text Carter that I was there and I was ready for pickles...this ninja had the audacity to tell me that he was playing RockBand and didn't say anything about the pickles. Needless to say, my sister and I went on our own but my feelings were hurt.  We talked about these dang pickles for at least a week, but when I got there he was playing a game that could have been paused.  Maybe it wasn't really the pickles but the thought that after this long, a video game was more important.  But that's just one example...I think after Dating Cycle 3, it was pretty obvious that no matter how much I liked Carter, we were on different pages at different times and it was time to let go. But Carter & I are cool enough that when I give him a random call about writing on my blog, he agrees.


Well, we went out a couple of times, different places here and there. I was still in college and I was single for the first time in a while and wasn't looking for anything serious, I just wanted good company. We hung out,  we had fun. I never crossed the line by making a move, because I knew what would have happened and when I felt her feelings were growing, I backed away. I think if I would have made a move, one of two things would have happened; she would have caught stronger feelings or she would have rejected me and things would have been just weird and I didn't want neither result. Looking back, I probably should have communicated how I felt and that could have saved a lot miscommunication, but at the time, I did not feel it was necessary seeing that we were just friends. I didn't see us as dating but just hanging out. (Random Rambler) seemed like she was looking for a serious relationship and I knew that I wasn't. My failure in communicating came down to the fact that we were good friends and I did not want to hurt her feelings or jeopardize our friendship. I think we were not only on different pages but we were reading different books at the time. I was 22 and single. lol If I was 3 years older and a little more mature at the time, this blog post would be a lot different.

So yeah...as you can see I probably need to write a post on the difference between dating and hanging out because obviously I don't know the difference.  Like I said before "Carter" and I are still cool and hindsight is always 20/20.

B

Can We Get It Together?

I know, I've been out of commission for a little bit, but I've had events for work, wrapping up my first semester of grad school, then trying to squeeze a little fun.  But I'm back...with a story (or two) to tell. 

So last week while I was on facebook working, I got a fb chat message from my cousin.  I was thinking that she was going to tell me something crazy that my little brother said, but NO! She tells me that this grown tail man came by her desk and asked her to give him my number. Pause...really?  Do grown men really go up to someone's cousin and demand for someone else's number?  So she was sending me this message to ask me if I would mind. Uhh...yes!  This man has talked to me a number of times at work AND has seen me when I've attended various city events with his department.  Why is he asking for my number through my cousin and not asking me directly?  I told her not to give him anything, I didn't want to get his number, and don't even let him know that she talked to me.  I told her to just tell him that he should approach me the next time he sees me. Then I asked (I just had to know) how old he was.  She said 35 (yes THREE-FIVE)!  Why is a 35 year old man asking someone to "hook them up"?  I can understand seeing someone that you're interested in, finding out that you have a mutual contact, and asking them a little background info or even an introduction...but not asking for their number.  What if you approach them and their breathe stinks, or they can't complete a sentence?  You could've avoided this entire situation if you would have talked to them before you got their number.  Or even more...what about the person who's number their asking for (in this case me), what about if I don't want you to have my number?  Once you have it, you have it (until I change it) So I guess my thoughts on the subject just don't matter?

If that wasn't enough...this morning I was on facebook working and I get a FB chat message from one of the city's department directors thanking me for attending their employee recognition dinner on Friday night.  Then he says that some of the men were coming up to him asking him who I was.  He told them to just approach me but they didn't want to.  I don't think it's asking too much for a man who has enough self-confidence to approach me...the worst that could happen is that I say no.  Heck...I might just say yes.  But they will never know until they come up and ask.  Anyone who has met me (or who knows me) will tell you that I'm just about the friendliest person that you'll ever meet.  9 times outta 10 I have a smile on my face and I will talk to just about anyone about anything. (seriously, I saw one of the FIFA games and started talking to everyone about it like I had been watching every game) So even if they didn't want to go on Mr. (blank)'s word that I was nice, they could've gone off of the inviting smile on my face. 

I can say with all honesty, that I have been doing some of the approaching lately (even though those end up as duds) and it's not all that bad.  If they say no (or seem uninterested) my world keeps moving...it's not going to fall off it's axis.  But yea...I just thought it was too crazy that 30+ year old men are trying to get the phone number of someone that they've never expressed interest to through a third party...that's just not what's hot.  But I don't know...maybe that's what's in and maybe that's why I'm still single.

Bright Side: Umm...(thinking really hard) I had a fabulous time teaching my boss's husband how to Wobble (he's an older, Jewish gentleman and he was getting it!  He had everyone on the dance floor SPEECHLESS...he even asked me to get him the song so that he could practice it for exercise. Lol)

P.S. Remind me to tell you about the reason why I don't give second chances...this ninja right here did the fool...but I have to get back to trying to get outta work early work. ;)