After eight years of unsuccessfully running through the dating mill, I thought it might be interesting if I put my friends on the assignment of finding me a good match. After all, who knows you better than your best pals? They probably have a better idea of your type than you do. I was just about to put out an APB advising my girlfriends about town to start the hunt. I'd be up for meeting anyone they thought fit and suitable. This was all just a thought, a plan in my unconventional fantasy world, when a friend said she went out on an eHarmony date recently and thought he was better suited for me. Mid-date she asked her supposed match if he'd be agreeable to meeting a friend of hers. Personally, I probably would have waited until the end of the date, but not my friend. When she sees a possible opportunity to hook two people up, whether professionally or personally, she wastes no time! I think the guy was a little taken aback at first, but he was game. And, of course, so was I.
I asked my friend what it was about this guy that made her think of me. He's a skier, rides motorcycles, and well, she couldn't really put her finger on it, but there were just several things he said throughout their conversation.
After a few email exchanges, we met last Friday at my favorite little neighborhood spot. Within an hour he made a comment about once being in a position of seeing a very large woman in a thong and he'd wished he could erase that vision from his memory. After a comment like that, I had to ask just how that came about. I imagined he'd say he was on a nude beach in Europe or the Caribbean or someplace equally "free". What I didn't expect, was for him to tell me he belonged to a Sex Positive Club. "What the heck is that?" I'm wondering. So I ask. Yes, it's a member's only sex club. Sex rooms, bondage, S&M, torture and the like. Turns out this place is not that far from my apartment. Is that why he offered to meet me in my neighborhood? Or is that coincidence? I ask a few more questions and can tell he's answering a bit more conservatively not to frighten my somewhat conventional self, but I can tell he's feeling me out here-trying to get a sense of just what I'm into. I make it very clear what I'm into and what I'm not into. There's a place for good old fashioned monkey sex and all, but this is way outside of my comfort zone.
Possibly with the hopes of warming me up to some new ideas, he continues with the date anyway. We finished out the evening by heading over to a dueling piano bar, having a few laughs and then calling it a night. I think he may have gotten the impression that since I was having a good time, it meant I was having a good time with him. Men I go out with often get that mixed message.
The next day I was at the ever popular and now famous Fremont Solstice Parade, which sports a lot of nudity and craziness. While standing line for a drink, some character who reminded me of a bad Jim Carey impersonator, begged me to let him buy me a drink. I told him I was "unavailable", but he insisted on buying me that drink anyway. We chatted a bit, but he just reinforced our incompatibility.
Later I was talking to a friend about my ability to reign in the Mr. Wrongs, and her take is that I'm sending out a message to the universe that I'm not ready for a "real" relationship yet, because I'm having far too much fun being free and single. I think this insightful friend may be right. I cannot come up with any other logical explanation.
That being said, I am still open to my friends setting me up. It does make my life interesting.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Motorcycle-itis
Yup, that's all she wrote. I have complete motorcycle-itis after my weekend on a fairly teeny weeny, yet still dangerous, machine. When I came back from Europe all I wanted was a little 50cc Scooter. Something to just zip around town, pick up some groceries, no motorcycle endorsement or insurance required. Something simple and cute, maybe even in pink. Yes, definitely pink.
Then my previous freaky boss buys the 150cc Vespa (Bright yellow. Is it a taxi cab or a scooter?) and we have to take the motorcycle test and get our endorsements. After the 150cc I no longer wanted to go back to the 50cc. The power of the 150 is substantial and quite noticeable climbing any of our steep Seattle hills. However, the price difference of the two is also quite substantial. So I've been getting around just fine on the lovely, somewhat dependable, Metro.
When I signed up for the motorcycle course, it was simply to learn how to ride a motorcycle. I knew my goal was to someday take longer rides, meet other riders, and hopefully take some motorcycle trips. Another female classmate (there were just the two of us after the first day along with five men) was only taking the class to learn the safety skills for riding a two-wheeled vehicle in the city since she had just purchased a 50cc scooter. By the end of day one on the bikes we were both abandoning the idea of scooters and considering what kind of motorcycles we wanted to buy instead.
As usual with me, I bonded with that woman, we exchanged numbers, planned to ride together and will probably be friends for life. Only I would go to a motorcycle class and meet and befriend the only other woman in the class. If I died tomorrow, my funeral would be like a
attending a Celine Dion concert or Storm game. Not that large of a crowd, of course, but definitely 90% women. Wonderful women nonetheless!
For the past two days a co-worker who is an avid rider has been sending me craigslist ads of various bikes and scooters that would be ideal for a novice rider and within my budget (no, neither of us is getting any actual work done for the company we work for). My brother has sent me a lengthy two part email describing bikes, features, what I should look for and look out for regarding motorcycles. I'm on information overload. I am hoping to buy some sort of motorized two-wheel bike thingy soon. However, I think I have some time as I'm sitting here with my freshly pedicured toes, hopeful for sandal season to begin, listening to the rain pour down in sheets outside my window on this 9th day of JUNE!
Then my previous freaky boss buys the 150cc Vespa (Bright yellow. Is it a taxi cab or a scooter?) and we have to take the motorcycle test and get our endorsements. After the 150cc I no longer wanted to go back to the 50cc. The power of the 150 is substantial and quite noticeable climbing any of our steep Seattle hills. However, the price difference of the two is also quite substantial. So I've been getting around just fine on the lovely, somewhat dependable, Metro.
When I signed up for the motorcycle course, it was simply to learn how to ride a motorcycle. I knew my goal was to someday take longer rides, meet other riders, and hopefully take some motorcycle trips. Another female classmate (there were just the two of us after the first day along with five men) was only taking the class to learn the safety skills for riding a two-wheeled vehicle in the city since she had just purchased a 50cc scooter. By the end of day one on the bikes we were both abandoning the idea of scooters and considering what kind of motorcycles we wanted to buy instead.
As usual with me, I bonded with that woman, we exchanged numbers, planned to ride together and will probably be friends for life. Only I would go to a motorcycle class and meet and befriend the only other woman in the class. If I died tomorrow, my funeral would be like a
attending a Celine Dion concert or Storm game. Not that large of a crowd, of course, but definitely 90% women. Wonderful women nonetheless!
For the past two days a co-worker who is an avid rider has been sending me craigslist ads of various bikes and scooters that would be ideal for a novice rider and within my budget (no, neither of us is getting any actual work done for the company we work for). My brother has sent me a lengthy two part email describing bikes, features, what I should look for and look out for regarding motorcycles. I'm on information overload. I am hoping to buy some sort of motorized two-wheel bike thingy soon. However, I think I have some time as I'm sitting here with my freshly pedicured toes, hopeful for sandal season to begin, listening to the rain pour down in sheets outside my window on this 9th day of JUNE!
Friday, June 4, 2010
Bucket Lists and More
Many of us have our "List" of things we want to accomplish before we "kick the proverbial bucket". This list generally includes fun, adventurous and daring feats. Things we'd like to do, but either don't have the funds, time or guts to follow through- at least not until the end is nearing.
We also have the list of things every woman should own. You've all seen the email that has made the circuit....more than once. It starts with a black lacy bra and ends with a power drill.
A friend once gave me one of those little gift books "What Every Woman Should Do Once".
1. Dye your hair blonde and see if they really do have more fun (I have and they don't)
2. Date a guy you met on the internet (who hasn't done this now-a-days?)
3. Own something leather, besides a coat or gloves (does a pair of shoes or a belt count?)
4. Invent an interesting past (better yet, live an interesting life so you don't have to invent too much.)
5. Head to the airport and fly anywhere (now they're talkin' my kind of language!)
I decided a long time ago I wasn't about to wait until I possessed those three crucial things: funds, time or guts, before starting to check items off my Bucket List. Besides, we never really know when the end is nearing, so why wait? I learned to scuba dive, bungee jumped on my 40th birthday, lived and traveled abroad-solo, lived on a houseboat thanks to the generosity of a dear friend who helped me out of a jam. I had the privilege of living on a Greek Island where everyone rode a Vespa, worked in an art museum and a bridal shop. Eeerrr, okay, the bridal shop was definitely not on my bucket list. But it turned out to be an enlightening and entertaining experience none-the-less.
In conjunction with my Bucket List, I have a "Things I must learn how to do" List.
1. Speak a second language fluently. It's the "fluently" part that keeps this from being checked off my list.
2. Travel alone (check)
3. Learn to Tango
4. Learn to sing. I took a class many years ago called "Anyone Can Sing". After working with me for a few months, the instructor had to rename the class "Almost Anyone Can Sing". Sometimes you just need to accept your limitations. I scratched this off my list entirely.
5. Learn to change a car tire. The fact that I don't own a car is irrelevant. I borrow them plenty.
6. Learn to ride a motorcycle.
Although I have plenty of experience riding a Vespa, I have always had the dream of learning to ride a "big girl" bike...a Harley even. So this weekend, I'm taking the motorcycle riding training course. Unfortunately, it's suppose to rain all weekend, but the course is held rain or shine. So I shall don my big girl rain panties and go for it.
If I am able to get through the course with out killing myself, I'll attack that tire changing goal next.
We also have the list of things every woman should own. You've all seen the email that has made the circuit....more than once. It starts with a black lacy bra and ends with a power drill.
A friend once gave me one of those little gift books "What Every Woman Should Do Once".
1. Dye your hair blonde and see if they really do have more fun (I have and they don't)
2. Date a guy you met on the internet (who hasn't done this now-a-days?)
3. Own something leather, besides a coat or gloves (does a pair of shoes or a belt count?)
4. Invent an interesting past (better yet, live an interesting life so you don't have to invent too much.)
5. Head to the airport and fly anywhere (now they're talkin' my kind of language!)
I decided a long time ago I wasn't about to wait until I possessed those three crucial things: funds, time or guts, before starting to check items off my Bucket List. Besides, we never really know when the end is nearing, so why wait? I learned to scuba dive, bungee jumped on my 40th birthday, lived and traveled abroad-solo, lived on a houseboat thanks to the generosity of a dear friend who helped me out of a jam. I had the privilege of living on a Greek Island where everyone rode a Vespa, worked in an art museum and a bridal shop. Eeerrr, okay, the bridal shop was definitely not on my bucket list. But it turned out to be an enlightening and entertaining experience none-the-less.
In conjunction with my Bucket List, I have a "Things I must learn how to do" List.
1. Speak a second language fluently. It's the "fluently" part that keeps this from being checked off my list.
2. Travel alone (check)
3. Learn to Tango
4. Learn to sing. I took a class many years ago called "Anyone Can Sing". After working with me for a few months, the instructor had to rename the class "Almost Anyone Can Sing". Sometimes you just need to accept your limitations. I scratched this off my list entirely.
5. Learn to change a car tire. The fact that I don't own a car is irrelevant. I borrow them plenty.
6. Learn to ride a motorcycle.
Although I have plenty of experience riding a Vespa, I have always had the dream of learning to ride a "big girl" bike...a Harley even. So this weekend, I'm taking the motorcycle riding training course. Unfortunately, it's suppose to rain all weekend, but the course is held rain or shine. So I shall don my big girl rain panties and go for it.
If I am able to get through the course with out killing myself, I'll attack that tire changing goal next.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Oscars and Razzies
Several award winning movies are out there right now that I'd love to see. I recently saw Sandra Bullock's award winning performance in 'The Blind Side' On Demand at the home of my pet client de jour. I've seen 'Up in the Air' which I found better than expected and thought provoking.
I haven't seen most of the other winners, though. I'd still like to view 'Avatar' (in 3D, of course), 'Precious' (also listed On Demand right now), and 'The Hurt Locker'. 'An Education' and 'Young Victoria' are other notable films that warrant a visit.
Although it's gotten mixed reviews by friends, I'd like to see "Alice in Wonderland" at the IMAX. One friend said it was a fun, entertaining and a great movie, another said he walked out on it. Very mixed reviews.
There are lots of great movies to choose from right now. So what, pray tell, possessed a group of educated and savvy urban women to fork over $10.50 each to see 'The Bounty Hunter' last Saturday night? We chicks just wanted to indulge in a light, romantic comedy. Something predictable and easy on the eyes. Apparently, we weren't in the mood for the Oscar films that night, a.k.a. the worthy films. We were in classic chick flick mode and figured this one would be fun and entertaining.
We aren't a bunch of stupid broads by any means. We knew full well going into this movie that it wouldn't be any Oscar nominee. And we even were pretty sure it might be kinda bad. We had no idea, however, just how bad. It was baaaad. It was beyond bad. If it weren't for the fact that I was with other people, and one of those people was my ride home, I might have walked out. I never feel the urge to walk out of a movie. I always need to know how it ends. I've only recently been able to give myself permission to give up on a book I can't get into. I'm one of those optimistic sorts who is sure the plot will get better, something great is going to happen at the end, or there will be an interesting twist.
Our current book club book is just one of those books. "Rapt" by Winifred Gallagher argues that your life success is the sum of what you focus on. While the subject matter sounded interesting - Attention and the Focused Life- it felt like reading a text book. I've read text books that were less dry. I made it to page 35, but just couldn't ....well...focus. I jumped toward the end of the book to see if things seemed to pick up. They didn't. The book was due back to the library the other day. Rather than renewing the loan, I gave it back. I might be missing something, but I'll take that chance.
In many ways, I wished I'd given up on 'The Bounty Hunter'. Nearly two hours of watching Jennifer Aniston (who really is hot) run around in a skimpy outfit and 4" pumps like Erin Brachovich was exhausting. The acting was lame, the plot unbelievable, and the comedy non-existent. A "Razzie" nominee for sure.
You may be wondering, knowing my financial state, "why, why, why, WW, would you spend your limited hard earned dough on this trash"? Luckily I had a movie gift certificate, so it wasn't my own hard earned cash. However, I do feel a little guilty spending someone else's hard earned cash in such a careless and unappreciative manner.
I haven't seen most of the other winners, though. I'd still like to view 'Avatar' (in 3D, of course), 'Precious' (also listed On Demand right now), and 'The Hurt Locker'. 'An Education' and 'Young Victoria' are other notable films that warrant a visit.
Although it's gotten mixed reviews by friends, I'd like to see "Alice in Wonderland" at the IMAX. One friend said it was a fun, entertaining and a great movie, another said he walked out on it. Very mixed reviews.
There are lots of great movies to choose from right now. So what, pray tell, possessed a group of educated and savvy urban women to fork over $10.50 each to see 'The Bounty Hunter' last Saturday night? We chicks just wanted to indulge in a light, romantic comedy. Something predictable and easy on the eyes. Apparently, we weren't in the mood for the Oscar films that night, a.k.a. the worthy films. We were in classic chick flick mode and figured this one would be fun and entertaining.
We aren't a bunch of stupid broads by any means. We knew full well going into this movie that it wouldn't be any Oscar nominee. And we even were pretty sure it might be kinda bad. We had no idea, however, just how bad. It was baaaad. It was beyond bad. If it weren't for the fact that I was with other people, and one of those people was my ride home, I might have walked out. I never feel the urge to walk out of a movie. I always need to know how it ends. I've only recently been able to give myself permission to give up on a book I can't get into. I'm one of those optimistic sorts who is sure the plot will get better, something great is going to happen at the end, or there will be an interesting twist.
Our current book club book is just one of those books. "Rapt" by Winifred Gallagher argues that your life success is the sum of what you focus on. While the subject matter sounded interesting - Attention and the Focused Life- it felt like reading a text book. I've read text books that were less dry. I made it to page 35, but just couldn't ....well...focus. I jumped toward the end of the book to see if things seemed to pick up. They didn't. The book was due back to the library the other day. Rather than renewing the loan, I gave it back. I might be missing something, but I'll take that chance.
In many ways, I wished I'd given up on 'The Bounty Hunter'. Nearly two hours of watching Jennifer Aniston (who really is hot) run around in a skimpy outfit and 4" pumps like Erin Brachovich was exhausting. The acting was lame, the plot unbelievable, and the comedy non-existent. A "Razzie" nominee for sure.
You may be wondering, knowing my financial state, "why, why, why, WW, would you spend your limited hard earned dough on this trash"? Luckily I had a movie gift certificate, so it wasn't my own hard earned cash. However, I do feel a little guilty spending someone else's hard earned cash in such a careless and unappreciative manner.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Such a Dude
A friend and I were commiserating over the whole Valentine's Day issue. Worse than facing this "Sweetheart's Day" without a sweetheart (which it absolutely OK, by the way) is when you are in the very early not-sure-where-this-is-headed stages of dating.
New Year's Eve was closing in and we both agreed we'd better not start getting involved with anyone just yet. We needed to avoid the obligatory New Year's Eve dates with virtual strangers. For me Christmas, New Year's Eve and Valentine's Day are dog eared for truly special loved ones. Leave Fourth of July, St. Patty's Day and Halloween for the newly dating. They are somewhat special, but still casual holidays to share with those you're still getting to know better.
My friend and I have both started dating men fairly recently, not exclusively and it's definitely early stages. She called me the other day, "Where's the "safe" Valentine's card, one that says I sort of hope to be a friend you dig without saying so much it scares him off?" I agree, or the one that says, "I think I might dig you, but I'm still getting to know you, so don't go scaring me off"? Which is the one I'm looking for.
The cards out there are either too mushy geared toward the newly in love. They focus on the old married couple and make jokes about annoying habits and sagging whatevers. Or they engage in inappropriate crude sex jokes. None fit our situation. I suggested a card that is blank inside, then she can write her own message. I don't think that went over too well. Heck, I bill myself as a writer and I don't want to necessarily go down that road either.
The dude I'm seeing slightly more than any other guy I'm also seeing is getting a bit ahead of himself as far as I'm concerned. He did ask in an awkward high schoolish sort of way if he could be my "go to" guy. What does that even mean? Go to when I have a leaky toilet that needs fixing? Go to when I have a problem to hash out? Go to for sex? We haven't even had a proper kiss yet. How can he ask me to be his "go to" guy? I hung up baffled after that conversation.
Thursday he sent me a dozen red roses. Now most women would swoon over such a gesture. Even as I'm unwrapping my FTD box I'm thinking "Please don't be red roses". Oh, red roses are, of course, stunning. But they also show a complete lack of creativity and imagination, especially this time of year. Red roses in July (for, say, my birthday) totally spontaneous. Red roses at Valentine's equals no thought whatsoever went into this gift. I relayed this story to another friend who quite accurately said, "You're such a dude."
She is correct. I possess an inordinate amount of testosterone for such a girly girl. I keep my hair on the longer side and wavy, paint my nails, splurge on pedicures, wear flowy skirts and strappy sandals as soon as the weather permits. I'm a fuss budget about having my bed made up, wear lots of jewelry, flowery fabrics and pink. I love pink! But when it comes to men, I think I have more testosterone than they do in many ways. Sometimes they can be so needy.
The message that accompanied these (yes, very beautiful) roses made my heart race slightly, and not in the fluttering pitter patter good way either. It was more of a minor panic. If my feelings matched his, I'd find the gesture romantic and heartwarming. This man is on hyper-drive, while I'm still in first gear pulling out of the driveway, unsure yet which road to take and where it'll lead. Getting to know someone slowly over time works best for me when considering an actual relationship (as opposed to the occasional fling I've been known to indulge in). He's already jammed it into 5th gear and is speeding down the highway of love. Slow down, dude, I can barely breathe and the scenery is flashing by in a blur! I tried to express myself to this man, but he tells me he is "smitten".
Okay, I just said how I wasn't smitten in a prior post and here he is saying he is smitten. Clearly we are on different pages of our book. In response to that post my cousin graciously supplied us with the definitions of "smitten" :
1. struck with a hard blow
2. grievously or disastrously stricken or afflicted
3. enamored, infatuated, taken; very much in love.
Enamored or disastrously stricken? I'm somewhere in the middle.
Back to the card, how am I ever going to find one that expresses just how I feel? I might just present him with a red velvet cupcake. That just says I care enough to have thought of you, but not enough to express any actual emotions just yet. A dude move for sure!
New Year's Eve was closing in and we both agreed we'd better not start getting involved with anyone just yet. We needed to avoid the obligatory New Year's Eve dates with virtual strangers. For me Christmas, New Year's Eve and Valentine's Day are dog eared for truly special loved ones. Leave Fourth of July, St. Patty's Day and Halloween for the newly dating. They are somewhat special, but still casual holidays to share with those you're still getting to know better.
My friend and I have both started dating men fairly recently, not exclusively and it's definitely early stages. She called me the other day, "Where's the "safe" Valentine's card, one that says I sort of hope to be a friend you dig without saying so much it scares him off?" I agree, or the one that says, "I think I might dig you, but I'm still getting to know you, so don't go scaring me off"? Which is the one I'm looking for.
The cards out there are either too mushy geared toward the newly in love. They focus on the old married couple and make jokes about annoying habits and sagging whatevers. Or they engage in inappropriate crude sex jokes. None fit our situation. I suggested a card that is blank inside, then she can write her own message. I don't think that went over too well. Heck, I bill myself as a writer and I don't want to necessarily go down that road either.
The dude I'm seeing slightly more than any other guy I'm also seeing is getting a bit ahead of himself as far as I'm concerned. He did ask in an awkward high schoolish sort of way if he could be my "go to" guy. What does that even mean? Go to when I have a leaky toilet that needs fixing? Go to when I have a problem to hash out? Go to for sex? We haven't even had a proper kiss yet. How can he ask me to be his "go to" guy? I hung up baffled after that conversation.
Thursday he sent me a dozen red roses. Now most women would swoon over such a gesture. Even as I'm unwrapping my FTD box I'm thinking "Please don't be red roses". Oh, red roses are, of course, stunning. But they also show a complete lack of creativity and imagination, especially this time of year. Red roses in July (for, say, my birthday) totally spontaneous. Red roses at Valentine's equals no thought whatsoever went into this gift. I relayed this story to another friend who quite accurately said, "You're such a dude."
She is correct. I possess an inordinate amount of testosterone for such a girly girl. I keep my hair on the longer side and wavy, paint my nails, splurge on pedicures, wear flowy skirts and strappy sandals as soon as the weather permits. I'm a fuss budget about having my bed made up, wear lots of jewelry, flowery fabrics and pink. I love pink! But when it comes to men, I think I have more testosterone than they do in many ways. Sometimes they can be so needy.
The message that accompanied these (yes, very beautiful) roses made my heart race slightly, and not in the fluttering pitter patter good way either. It was more of a minor panic. If my feelings matched his, I'd find the gesture romantic and heartwarming. This man is on hyper-drive, while I'm still in first gear pulling out of the driveway, unsure yet which road to take and where it'll lead. Getting to know someone slowly over time works best for me when considering an actual relationship (as opposed to the occasional fling I've been known to indulge in). He's already jammed it into 5th gear and is speeding down the highway of love. Slow down, dude, I can barely breathe and the scenery is flashing by in a blur! I tried to express myself to this man, but he tells me he is "smitten".
Okay, I just said how I wasn't smitten in a prior post and here he is saying he is smitten. Clearly we are on different pages of our book. In response to that post my cousin graciously supplied us with the definitions of "smitten" :
1. struck with a hard blow
2. grievously or disastrously stricken or afflicted
3. enamored, infatuated, taken; very much in love.
Enamored or disastrously stricken? I'm somewhere in the middle.
Back to the card, how am I ever going to find one that expresses just how I feel? I might just present him with a red velvet cupcake. That just says I care enough to have thought of you, but not enough to express any actual emotions just yet. A dude move for sure!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Good for the Soul
Of all the different dating services there are today speed dating is still my top pick. I always have fun and usually meet someone I end up dating. People often say speed dating isn't for them because "how can you tell anything in six minutes"? From my experience, you can spend hours sorting through on line applicants, have several email exchanges, agree to meet, and within six minutes of meeting face to face you know if you're going to pursue this any further. So I cut out all that "prep-work" and just go straight to the six minute date.
I haven't met "Mr. Right", but really the point is just to date, sort and have fun while on the journey to Mr. Right. And maybe there is no Mr. Right for me. That's okay too, but I'm certainly going to continue dating.
During my last speeding dating episode in mid-Dec (I've only done this three times, so I'm no expert really), I met one interesting guy. Turns out, he was #8 on the docket, the very last contestant. Some of you may recall, my last speed dater was #8, and we dated for, yes, 8 months. My New #8 took me out on what I'd have to say was the best first date I've had in a very long time. We went to the Seattle Art Museum to see the Michelangelo Exhibit, and then had dinner afterwards. He asked me if I would object if he invited another couple along. Of course I didn't object, but I found it rather odd. Inviting another couple on our first date? Shouldn't we try to get to know each other better first before dragging our friends into it? As it turned out, I loved his friends! Furthermore, a good way to get to know someone is by observing them with their friends. I'd never really thought about this before. The entire evening was fun with lively conversation, great banter and I definitely would like to see this guy again.
In the meantime, I've also been seeing this hot hot bus driver who drives me to church every Sunday (okay, not every Sunday because I don't actually attend church every Sunday, but I sure stepped up my attendance after meeting my new chauffeur). I met him a couple months ago and my mouth literally fell open upon climbing aboard the Number 2 bus. This totally Rasta looking dude with the dreads, beautiful smile and knee buckling accent got my full attention. I lived in Europe for over three years, I'm not all that taken in with accents in general, but this one is sexy. I rode to the end of the line with him and we chatted a bit. This went on for a few weeks and I finally formally introduced myself and he asked me to coffee. He's actually not Rasta dude at all, he's from Venezuela. Meow. A coffee date turned into a drink date and I learn more about this fella. He is younger than me, but I don't actually know how old he is. I think I really do not care.
Our last date involved him coming over to mine and cooking for me. While I was a little nervous about the final outcome...eh hem...it's always dangerous to have a sexy man alone in my apartment, I agreed to let him in. Wearing my best jeans, candles lit all over the apt, Marvin Gaye on the Panasonic, what did I honestly expect to happen? Seriously, could it go any other way?
Meanwhile, up in Snohomish County, my New #8 is currently purchasing restaurant coupons and planning events for our next date.
Oh, I haven't perfected the art of dating two men at once. I may need to call in reinforcements for juggling advice in the near future. However, the fact that they live in separate counties is helpful. I am not going to feel bad about it. I'm dating. Getting to know these men. At some point, I'll determine which one, if either one, is a keeper. Honestly, I think my Venezuelan Bus Driver won't last. But like a little Marvin Gaye, he is certainly good for a girl's soul.
I haven't met "Mr. Right", but really the point is just to date, sort and have fun while on the journey to Mr. Right. And maybe there is no Mr. Right for me. That's okay too, but I'm certainly going to continue dating.
During my last speeding dating episode in mid-Dec (I've only done this three times, so I'm no expert really), I met one interesting guy. Turns out, he was #8 on the docket, the very last contestant. Some of you may recall, my last speed dater was #8, and we dated for, yes, 8 months. My New #8 took me out on what I'd have to say was the best first date I've had in a very long time. We went to the Seattle Art Museum to see the Michelangelo Exhibit, and then had dinner afterwards. He asked me if I would object if he invited another couple along. Of course I didn't object, but I found it rather odd. Inviting another couple on our first date? Shouldn't we try to get to know each other better first before dragging our friends into it? As it turned out, I loved his friends! Furthermore, a good way to get to know someone is by observing them with their friends. I'd never really thought about this before. The entire evening was fun with lively conversation, great banter and I definitely would like to see this guy again.
In the meantime, I've also been seeing this hot hot bus driver who drives me to church every Sunday (okay, not every Sunday because I don't actually attend church every Sunday, but I sure stepped up my attendance after meeting my new chauffeur). I met him a couple months ago and my mouth literally fell open upon climbing aboard the Number 2 bus. This totally Rasta looking dude with the dreads, beautiful smile and knee buckling accent got my full attention. I lived in Europe for over three years, I'm not all that taken in with accents in general, but this one is sexy. I rode to the end of the line with him and we chatted a bit. This went on for a few weeks and I finally formally introduced myself and he asked me to coffee. He's actually not Rasta dude at all, he's from Venezuela. Meow. A coffee date turned into a drink date and I learn more about this fella. He is younger than me, but I don't actually know how old he is. I think I really do not care.
Our last date involved him coming over to mine and cooking for me. While I was a little nervous about the final outcome...eh hem...it's always dangerous to have a sexy man alone in my apartment, I agreed to let him in. Wearing my best jeans, candles lit all over the apt, Marvin Gaye on the Panasonic, what did I honestly expect to happen? Seriously, could it go any other way?
Meanwhile, up in Snohomish County, my New #8 is currently purchasing restaurant coupons and planning events for our next date.
Oh, I haven't perfected the art of dating two men at once. I may need to call in reinforcements for juggling advice in the near future. However, the fact that they live in separate counties is helpful. I am not going to feel bad about it. I'm dating. Getting to know these men. At some point, I'll determine which one, if either one, is a keeper. Honestly, I think my Venezuelan Bus Driver won't last. But like a little Marvin Gaye, he is certainly good for a girl's soul.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Resolve To Not Resolve
The other night Dr. Phil's show focused on resolutions. The first show of the new year, it was appropriate subject matter. His tag lines were "What will you leave behind in 2009?" and "Don't do it again in 2010". Seems to be the year of the rhyme. One of the Ministers at church came up with "save the men in 2010." Hey, he got a laugh and a round of applause from the single women in the crowd.
I, too, have been mulling over my new year's resolutions. I don't generally make them because I'm quite good at forgetting them as soon as I write them down, or even before I've gotten so far as to write them down, if you really want to know the truth. I'll think of something really worth resolving while I'm riding on the bus. I'm standing and can't let go of the handrail to fish into my tote for a pen and notepad. As soon as I get to work (10 minutes later) I think "now what was that resolution I thought of on the bus? I'm pretty sure it was a good one. Oh well." And then I carry on with life sans any resolutions.
I've come up with a few resolutions to work on this year, but here are a few of the more ridiculous resolutions I've resolved to not resolve.
Ridiculous Resolution #1
Lose Weight/Get Into Shape - I can run after my bus every morning (usually in heels and carrying a tote, purse, lunch bag et al), I can climb up to the top of Queen Anne Hill in 10 minutes or less and continue at a brisk pace for a decent workout, I can walk miles, lift heavy boxes, climb my four flights of stairs several times a day, ski a black diamond run, hike Mailbox Peak (although I'm not finding it as appealing these days). I can yoga, salsa and hip hop (although it's not pretty). I don't need to have rock hard abs. I'm not a dancer, performer, bodybuilder or any other exhibitionist. It'd be nice to have amazing abs, but it's just not going to happen. I'm soft and curvy. Always have been always will be. Acceptance.
Ridiculous Resolution #2
Cut Out Sugar - I have a sweet tooth. I feel the need to round off a healthy meal with a bite of something sweet. Not an entire pie, or huge slice of chocolate cake, just a bite - something shared, a small taste will do. I'm not giving that up. Yes, this explains #1.
Ridiculous Resolution #3
Find My Dream Job - That seems to be an ongoing resolution that is neither ignored nor achieved after so many January 1st's having passed. After over a dozen jobs in the past 3 years, I've come to the conclusion that I like change. I thrive on change. I love changing jobs every few months, meeting new people, learning a new industry, developing new skills and brushing up on old ones. While most people stress over the first day of work, unsure about where to hang their coat, put their lunch, who to eat with, I find the whole experience exciting in some weird way. Constant change is my dream job. If only it was more lucrative.
Ridiculous Resolution #4
Pay Off VISA Every Month - If I had the money to pay off my VISA every month, I would not have to use my VISA in the first place. (See #3 - the not-so-lucrative career of the ever changing jobs temp)
Ridiculous Resolution #5
Start My Own Business - Okay, this is more of a pipe dream than a resolution. With #3 and #4 in place, this one is simply...well...ridiculous.
Good luck to all of you with your not-so-ridiculous New Year's Resolutions!
I, too, have been mulling over my new year's resolutions. I don't generally make them because I'm quite good at forgetting them as soon as I write them down, or even before I've gotten so far as to write them down, if you really want to know the truth. I'll think of something really worth resolving while I'm riding on the bus. I'm standing and can't let go of the handrail to fish into my tote for a pen and notepad. As soon as I get to work (10 minutes later) I think "now what was that resolution I thought of on the bus? I'm pretty sure it was a good one. Oh well." And then I carry on with life sans any resolutions.
I've come up with a few resolutions to work on this year, but here are a few of the more ridiculous resolutions I've resolved to not resolve.
Ridiculous Resolution #1
Lose Weight/Get Into Shape - I can run after my bus every morning (usually in heels and carrying a tote, purse, lunch bag et al), I can climb up to the top of Queen Anne Hill in 10 minutes or less and continue at a brisk pace for a decent workout, I can walk miles, lift heavy boxes, climb my four flights of stairs several times a day, ski a black diamond run, hike Mailbox Peak (although I'm not finding it as appealing these days). I can yoga, salsa and hip hop (although it's not pretty). I don't need to have rock hard abs. I'm not a dancer, performer, bodybuilder or any other exhibitionist. It'd be nice to have amazing abs, but it's just not going to happen. I'm soft and curvy. Always have been always will be. Acceptance.
Ridiculous Resolution #2
Cut Out Sugar - I have a sweet tooth. I feel the need to round off a healthy meal with a bite of something sweet. Not an entire pie, or huge slice of chocolate cake, just a bite - something shared, a small taste will do. I'm not giving that up. Yes, this explains #1.
Ridiculous Resolution #3
Find My Dream Job - That seems to be an ongoing resolution that is neither ignored nor achieved after so many January 1st's having passed. After over a dozen jobs in the past 3 years, I've come to the conclusion that I like change. I thrive on change. I love changing jobs every few months, meeting new people, learning a new industry, developing new skills and brushing up on old ones. While most people stress over the first day of work, unsure about where to hang their coat, put their lunch, who to eat with, I find the whole experience exciting in some weird way. Constant change is my dream job. If only it was more lucrative.
Ridiculous Resolution #4
Pay Off VISA Every Month - If I had the money to pay off my VISA every month, I would not have to use my VISA in the first place. (See #3 - the not-so-lucrative career of the ever changing jobs temp)
Ridiculous Resolution #5
Start My Own Business - Okay, this is more of a pipe dream than a resolution. With #3 and #4 in place, this one is simply...well...ridiculous.
Good luck to all of you with your not-so-ridiculous New Year's Resolutions!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Merry Bah Humbug and a Happy New Year
Wow. What a season. It was busy and full of the usual holiday festivities. There was a definite "Merry Bah Humbug" in the air. In one sense the holiday season drives us crazy. For instance those piped in Christmas carols in every store. I love holiday music, but you hear "Jingle Bells" screeching over the speakers at Macy's one too many times and you begin to cringe at the sound of all carols, sung anywhere...even in church, where they most certainly belong.
I love Christmas cookies, especially sugar cookies. They are the quintessential holiday treat. I practically live for them. I didn't bake any myself (way too much work in my tiny kitchenette) but I figured co-workers and clients would be bestowing cookies and treats on our office all month long. Wrong. Not one cookie entered the halls of AKJ Law. Not that my waistline needed such extravagance, but sheesh, it's Christmas. I wanted a damn cookie! Shaped like a tree maybe or a star...with those little green and red sprinkles on it. To make matters worse, my ex-mother-in-law was the queen of Christmas cookies and treats. I was lamenting to a friend about how I'd wished I 'd at least gotten a few recipes off that woman before my divorce. A few days later, I receive an email from this same friend bragging about the plate of "Marge's cookies" she just plowed through. She and my ex-husband are still friends. Sigh.
And don't even get me started on the crowds and all the mad spending. I'm running shopping errands during my lunch break so, of course, I'm in a hurry. Invariably, I'm stuck behind the lallygaggers who are strolling through the stores getting in my way. On one hand I'm annoyed by their lackadaisical pace, on the other I'm quite envious. Why aren't I slowly meandering through the shops holding hands with my sweetie savoring the Christmas moment?
Then there is the big question of the year, what to buy for whom? It's like everyone is traipsing through the stores seeking the best way to throw their money away. "Would you like a gift receipt with that?" the sales woman asks. "Hell yeah, cause I'm pretty sure Mary Sue is going to want to return this piece of crap anyway." Why do we spend so much time searching to spend? I do the same. I refuse to cave to the gift card idea and insist on giving an actual gift- something the receiver can "open". Except I am so bad at it. I ponder far too long and then all the good stuff in the right sizes and best colors are gone. And the scales of equality are all off kilter. Someone you normally exchange small tokens with suddenly presents you with an extravagant gift. There is just no way to feel good about that exchange.
Yeah, the Christmas season is full of traditions that can make any person at least a little crazy. But then there are the wonderful bits. Like the lights and decorations downtown that are so elegant and cheery, you can't help but feel the spirit. The Ginger Bread House display at the Sheraton and The Figgy Pudding Caroling Contest that is full of talent and surprises. The Christmas shows, plays, musical entertainment throughout the month of December at a variety of prices (including free) so everyone can find something to celebrate the season. This year I attended the Cirque de la Symphony at Benaroya Hall (highly recommended for the spendier lot) and the Improv Christmas Carol at the Pike Place Market Theater (a very affordable, entertaining must see).
My number one favorite Christmas thing, however, is my little 3-4' table top Christmas tree. Decorated in ornaments from various places I've visited and full of memories, it's my 'feel good' moment when I plug in those lights as soon as I get home. Because of its size, the entire process of getting the tree, putting it up, dragging out the Xmas box, decorating and cleaning up all took approximately 2 hours of my precious time. Small commitment for such great pleasure.
Getting through Christmas is only half the battle, as New Year's Eve follows on its heels in full force. Everyone wants to know what you're doing for New Year's. New Year's is one of those holidays that is reminiscent to those high school Tolos. The dances where the girls have to ask the boys to go with them. I always played along, but in hindsight I realize I hated those dances. The pressure of who to ask (I never had a steady boyfriend to go to those stupid things with), shopping for the perfect outfit, planning the evening events, getting the picture taken at the dance, and the inevitable -- never going out with the boy again.
New Year's Eve seems to have the same flavor. All week long people are asking me what my plans are. Usually, I make a plan, go to a party, go out of town, whatever it is, it seems to be a bit of a let down in the end. The ever ending traipsing around in search of a bad party. That damn clock ticks over to 12.00 midnight everyone around me is kissing someone. In the end, I go home alone and wake up to ponder another year...usually hung over from all the booze the night before.
This year, although there were plenty of opportunities to go out, dress up, and bring in the new year with others, I just wasn't in the mood. So I vowed to stay home and watch the Space Needle fireworks from my livingroom window. With a bird's eye view of the Needle, I am going to settle in, with a glass of bubbly, my tree lights on, reflect on my weird little life and watch the show. My first New Year's Eve alone. I love trying new things.
I love Christmas cookies, especially sugar cookies. They are the quintessential holiday treat. I practically live for them. I didn't bake any myself (way too much work in my tiny kitchenette) but I figured co-workers and clients would be bestowing cookies and treats on our office all month long. Wrong. Not one cookie entered the halls of AKJ Law. Not that my waistline needed such extravagance, but sheesh, it's Christmas. I wanted a damn cookie! Shaped like a tree maybe or a star...with those little green and red sprinkles on it. To make matters worse, my ex-mother-in-law was the queen of Christmas cookies and treats. I was lamenting to a friend about how I'd wished I 'd at least gotten a few recipes off that woman before my divorce. A few days later, I receive an email from this same friend bragging about the plate of "Marge's cookies" she just plowed through. She and my ex-husband are still friends. Sigh.
And don't even get me started on the crowds and all the mad spending. I'm running shopping errands during my lunch break so, of course, I'm in a hurry. Invariably, I'm stuck behind the lallygaggers who are strolling through the stores getting in my way. On one hand I'm annoyed by their lackadaisical pace, on the other I'm quite envious. Why aren't I slowly meandering through the shops holding hands with my sweetie savoring the Christmas moment?
Then there is the big question of the year, what to buy for whom? It's like everyone is traipsing through the stores seeking the best way to throw their money away. "Would you like a gift receipt with that?" the sales woman asks. "Hell yeah, cause I'm pretty sure Mary Sue is going to want to return this piece of crap anyway." Why do we spend so much time searching to spend? I do the same. I refuse to cave to the gift card idea and insist on giving an actual gift- something the receiver can "open". Except I am so bad at it. I ponder far too long and then all the good stuff in the right sizes and best colors are gone. And the scales of equality are all off kilter. Someone you normally exchange small tokens with suddenly presents you with an extravagant gift. There is just no way to feel good about that exchange.
Yeah, the Christmas season is full of traditions that can make any person at least a little crazy. But then there are the wonderful bits. Like the lights and decorations downtown that are so elegant and cheery, you can't help but feel the spirit. The Ginger Bread House display at the Sheraton and The Figgy Pudding Caroling Contest that is full of talent and surprises. The Christmas shows, plays, musical entertainment throughout the month of December at a variety of prices (including free) so everyone can find something to celebrate the season. This year I attended the Cirque de la Symphony at Benaroya Hall (highly recommended for the spendier lot) and the Improv Christmas Carol at the Pike Place Market Theater (a very affordable, entertaining must see).
My number one favorite Christmas thing, however, is my little 3-4' table top Christmas tree. Decorated in ornaments from various places I've visited and full of memories, it's my 'feel good' moment when I plug in those lights as soon as I get home. Because of its size, the entire process of getting the tree, putting it up, dragging out the Xmas box, decorating and cleaning up all took approximately 2 hours of my precious time. Small commitment for such great pleasure.
Getting through Christmas is only half the battle, as New Year's Eve follows on its heels in full force. Everyone wants to know what you're doing for New Year's. New Year's is one of those holidays that is reminiscent to those high school Tolos. The dances where the girls have to ask the boys to go with them. I always played along, but in hindsight I realize I hated those dances. The pressure of who to ask (I never had a steady boyfriend to go to those stupid things with), shopping for the perfect outfit, planning the evening events, getting the picture taken at the dance, and the inevitable -- never going out with the boy again.
New Year's Eve seems to have the same flavor. All week long people are asking me what my plans are. Usually, I make a plan, go to a party, go out of town, whatever it is, it seems to be a bit of a let down in the end. The ever ending traipsing around in search of a bad party. That damn clock ticks over to 12.00 midnight everyone around me is kissing someone. In the end, I go home alone and wake up to ponder another year...usually hung over from all the booze the night before.
This year, although there were plenty of opportunities to go out, dress up, and bring in the new year with others, I just wasn't in the mood. So I vowed to stay home and watch the Space Needle fireworks from my livingroom window. With a bird's eye view of the Needle, I am going to settle in, with a glass of bubbly, my tree lights on, reflect on my weird little life and watch the show. My first New Year's Eve alone. I love trying new things.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
TMI - How Much Is Too Much?
My friend and I are signed up to participate in a Speed Dating event this week. As some of you may be aware, I am familiar with the speed dating arena. Although I’m no expert, I'm somewhat seasoned in the art of the six minute date.
My friend, however, is a Speed Dating novice. She’s been divorced for just over a year ( one year, four months and four days….give or take). Actually, I may be dragging her to this event against her better judgment. However, she'd been in a relationship with her ex-husband for 20-some odd years. It’s weird out in the dating world these days and practice makes...err...perfect?
In a recent discussion with another friend who is going through a divorce and starting to date again, the topic of how much personal info to divulge on the first date arose. Just how much of your baggage do you share and how early in the game do you share it? It’s a sticky situation. There's not an easy answer. We strive to be honest and upfront, without being overly honest or upfront where it isn’t really warranted.
For example, one woman, I’ll call Fran…just because I’m pretty sure no one who reads this blog knows anyone named Fran, and I am trying to keep Fran’s situation anonymous. Fran was involved with a woman a while back. It was a semi-serious relationship, not one of those "college experiments". Fran and her partner were a “couple.” The relationship ended and they each went their separate ways eventually. Fran soon began dating men again. On a recent first time man-date, she was struggling as to whether she should reveal her “lesbian lover episode” to her new potential love interest.
Should she place ALL her baggage out on the table right from the get-go? Or should she just present a smaller version, say more of a carry-on size bag, to this new chap? If she puts it all out there, she risks the chance of scaring him off too early…unnecessarily. Maybe a carry-on is even too much info at this early stage. Maybe just a sleek stylish tote would be more appropriate, i.e. “ I’ve been with a woman.” That seems less daunting maybe. This would either intrigue the fella…or scare him off, if he’s a true conservative. If the latter, Fran probably isn't that interested…given her past and all. Obviously, she is more open minded, and would probably appreciate a man who was a tad more open minded as well.
Last night I was out with a group of women friends and one woman was entertaining us with a new internet dating story (women thrive on this stuff!). Apparently, the dude was yammering on (and on) about everything and asking NO questions of my friend, who was politely trying to listen but in reality making a Christmas shopping list and get-a-way plan during this guy's monologue. The final straw was the point when he told her he was fired for sexual harassment when he was on the police force, but it settled before having to go to trial. Whoa! Did he really just say all that? On a first date? In a coffee shop? I think it was at this point my friend perked up, shook off her daydreaming and knew it was time to call it a night. That is just too much information, a full-sized heavy load of luggage revealed way too early.
When meeting someone for the first time, it’s best to keep it minimal. Give just enough info to keep it interesting, but not so much your date misinterprets the true you- the you you are trying to portray.
During the speed dating event, we have 6 minutes to determine if there is a connection or not. Six minutes to tell our story and gather a bit of our dates’ stories. Six minutes to decide if this is someone we’d like to hear more about and get to know further. And six minutes to reveal our positive attributes and attract the interest of those we are interested in.
With regard to exposing any baggage within this six minute period, a small, coin purse…one with some pretty little beadwork or bling…set out on the table discreetly, would be more than enough for a first meeting to keep it interesting and lively without revealing the entire set of Samsonite.
My friend, however, is a Speed Dating novice. She’s been divorced for just over a year ( one year, four months and four days….give or take). Actually, I may be dragging her to this event against her better judgment. However, she'd been in a relationship with her ex-husband for 20-some odd years. It’s weird out in the dating world these days and practice makes...err...perfect?
In a recent discussion with another friend who is going through a divorce and starting to date again, the topic of how much personal info to divulge on the first date arose. Just how much of your baggage do you share and how early in the game do you share it? It’s a sticky situation. There's not an easy answer. We strive to be honest and upfront, without being overly honest or upfront where it isn’t really warranted.
For example, one woman, I’ll call Fran…just because I’m pretty sure no one who reads this blog knows anyone named Fran, and I am trying to keep Fran’s situation anonymous. Fran was involved with a woman a while back. It was a semi-serious relationship, not one of those "college experiments". Fran and her partner were a “couple.” The relationship ended and they each went their separate ways eventually. Fran soon began dating men again. On a recent first time man-date, she was struggling as to whether she should reveal her “lesbian lover episode” to her new potential love interest.
Should she place ALL her baggage out on the table right from the get-go? Or should she just present a smaller version, say more of a carry-on size bag, to this new chap? If she puts it all out there, she risks the chance of scaring him off too early…unnecessarily. Maybe a carry-on is even too much info at this early stage. Maybe just a sleek stylish tote would be more appropriate, i.e. “ I’ve been with a woman.” That seems less daunting maybe. This would either intrigue the fella…or scare him off, if he’s a true conservative. If the latter, Fran probably isn't that interested…given her past and all. Obviously, she is more open minded, and would probably appreciate a man who was a tad more open minded as well.
Last night I was out with a group of women friends and one woman was entertaining us with a new internet dating story (women thrive on this stuff!). Apparently, the dude was yammering on (and on) about everything and asking NO questions of my friend, who was politely trying to listen but in reality making a Christmas shopping list and get-a-way plan during this guy's monologue. The final straw was the point when he told her he was fired for sexual harassment when he was on the police force, but it settled before having to go to trial. Whoa! Did he really just say all that? On a first date? In a coffee shop? I think it was at this point my friend perked up, shook off her daydreaming and knew it was time to call it a night. That is just too much information, a full-sized heavy load of luggage revealed way too early.
When meeting someone for the first time, it’s best to keep it minimal. Give just enough info to keep it interesting, but not so much your date misinterprets the true you- the you you are trying to portray.
During the speed dating event, we have 6 minutes to determine if there is a connection or not. Six minutes to tell our story and gather a bit of our dates’ stories. Six minutes to decide if this is someone we’d like to hear more about and get to know further. And six minutes to reveal our positive attributes and attract the interest of those we are interested in.
With regard to exposing any baggage within this six minute period, a small, coin purse…one with some pretty little beadwork or bling…set out on the table discreetly, would be more than enough for a first meeting to keep it interesting and lively without revealing the entire set of Samsonite.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
A Discussion With The Dude Upstairs
So I made it through my least favorite month; that grey, wet, windy month of November. A friend pointed out to me that there was, in fact, only one sunny day in November and that day was the Friday after Thanksgiving. I didn't google the weather for the month, but she is probably correct. The month itself actually wasn’t so bad. I was super busy pet sitting, studying, reading, bookclub-ing, yoga-ing, and hanging with friends. Went to a couple of free shows and cheap concerts and basically just enjoyed myself. Almost forgot it was crappy old November there for awhile.
I’ve also, like the majority of the population these days, been job hunting. Not that I've ever stopped the job hunt completely, but I've turned up the volume once again. My current temp job finishes at the end of the year. The law offices of “Bickerstein, Gossipski, and Grumpfeld” are closing their doors for good. Although I’ve actually enjoyed working there for the most part, it is time to move onward, once again, in search of that ‘real live’ employment opportunity (one that comes with health benefits preferably). I’ve had some good leads recently, however, that’s all they’ve amounted to so far. Leads. Nothing has come to fruition as of yet. But I keep looking and keep praying. It goes about like this:
Me: Dear God, please send a perfect-for-me job my way.
God: Sure thing, WW, what is it you want specifically?
Me: Gee God, I don't know exactly, but it should be lucrative and flexible...I'm not really a morning person...
God: Uh Huh, what else?
Me: Ummm...oh I don't know...it should be fun, suit my skills, rewarding.
God: Okay, details?
Me: Oh, I don't know. You must have some thoughts. You know me better than me. Just do whatever you think is best. I'll stand by. Thanks, God!
God: Oiy vey.
In the meantime, while I wait for God to reach into his bag of tricks on my behalf (and somehow I’m pretty sure I’m not first on his agenda), I’m just going to continue what I started in November and enjoy December!
I’ve also, like the majority of the population these days, been job hunting. Not that I've ever stopped the job hunt completely, but I've turned up the volume once again. My current temp job finishes at the end of the year. The law offices of “Bickerstein, Gossipski, and Grumpfeld” are closing their doors for good. Although I’ve actually enjoyed working there for the most part, it is time to move onward, once again, in search of that ‘real live’ employment opportunity (one that comes with health benefits preferably). I’ve had some good leads recently, however, that’s all they’ve amounted to so far. Leads. Nothing has come to fruition as of yet. But I keep looking and keep praying. It goes about like this:
Me: Dear God, please send a perfect-for-me job my way.
God: Sure thing, WW, what is it you want specifically?
Me: Gee God, I don't know exactly, but it should be lucrative and flexible...I'm not really a morning person...
God: Uh Huh, what else?
Me: Ummm...oh I don't know...it should be fun, suit my skills, rewarding.
God: Okay, details?
Me: Oh, I don't know. You must have some thoughts. You know me better than me. Just do whatever you think is best. I'll stand by. Thanks, God!
God: Oiy vey.
In the meantime, while I wait for God to reach into his bag of tricks on my behalf (and somehow I’m pretty sure I’m not first on his agenda), I’m just going to continue what I started in November and enjoy December!
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