Every girl has that one boy that is their fetish right!? For me it has always been Chris Kirkpatrick from *NSYNC. For my friends, it has been since the frist Twilight book came out Edward. These men are perfect, flawless, completely untouchable and desired.
Well in the real world we have all had crushes for various amounts of time on boys we see around where we live. But these are not crushes on people that we have met, talk to and go out with, these are crushes we watch from afar. Haha. Yes kinda creeper-like or even stalkerish but you have to admit, y'all do it too. We always imagine these boys being perfect, just like our fetish's. So imagine how you would feel when somehow you actually meet Chris Kirkpatrick or Edward (or the boy you have been watching for a year) and go out with them! Well we have all pretty much randomly met out little fetish's, ended up going out with them and this is the conclusion we have come to: Vampire's don't exist and boy band members really do decide they are gay.
No matter how perfect the boy is in everything you see him do, when you go out with him - that perfectness disappears. Then what do you do?
Monday, December 22, 2008
Single!? That's all that matters!
Because I am 24 and not married, or dating anyone at this point, many people have been "called" to find my one true love. This is how it goes, I meet someone, they ask if I am dating anyone, I say nobody specific, and they say, "Oh I know someone I should set you up with... they are single too!" Perfect. Nothing else matters!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Part 2 - Moving Fast
I never went out with David again... and a year, a full year after going out with him the first time I ran into him at a dance party. Touchy feely, touchy feely... all over again. It just must be his culture. Does anyone know... is that what they do in England? But I don't know, if I don't know someone too well, I am not so into that... oh well. Maybe if I were into him I would be into that...
During our dance party conversation he brought up (the first of many many times) how I left him so quickly on the doorstep and wouldn't give him the time of day after that. Um, apparently not giving him the time of day includes talking to him at the dance party. Obviously he was wrong about that. Anyways, we talked about the date and I brought up the electronic whoopi cushion. He said he had no idea James was doing that. He believed at first that I was sitting there in the 4-Runner farting.... Great... Well we talked for a while and all the sudden Thanksgiving popped into my head. And I guess at the same time that I thought, "He is from England so he probably has no where to go on Thanksgiving." I invited him to come with me & my family to Thanksgiving dinner. He agreed and then I thought, "Shoot. What did I get myself into?" To me meeting the family can just be a fun friend type thing. But then other people think it means something more and that it is serious. But I figured if we haven't gone out for a year, how much can it mean? So I quickly followed up with, "Well let me make sure it is gonna be in town. If it's here you can totally come, but if it isn't you probably won't want to travel to my grandma's with my family so I will just let you know." Good out I thought. Now I can think about it and not be committed.
Well I felt bad about that and realized that he really did have no where else to go so he might as well come with me. He did and we had a fine time. We ate the turkey dinner, talked about the food differences from here and England and then we played some basketball. (That's what my family loves to do after eating.) He was great. Fun to be around, polite, and just genuine. But I still didn't develop any feelings more than that for him.
On my way to pick him up (he hasn't gotten a U.S. drivers license yet), I stopped by a store to buy "27 Dresses" so I was late to get him. After dinner I dropped him off at his house and said, "Thanks for coming." He gave me a hug and said, "Thanks for inviting me." I went back with my family and hung out a little bit more. I got a text a little later that said, "I don't know about you but I wouldn't mind watching 27 Dresses tonight." I was like, "Ok, I have nothing else to do I will let you know when I'm on my way over..." I ended up letting my family borrow 27 Dresses but he still wanted to watch a movie so we pulled out "Hitch." Good ol' Hitch. I told him that everything in this movie was way true and that if a guy wanted to know what a girl thought, they just needed to watch the movie.
We were far enough apart during the movie that there would appear to be nothing going on. I even invited my roommate in and she watched it with us. At the point in the movie where Alex Hitchins was explaining that if a girl fumbles with her keys she wants you to kiss her vs. opening the door right away means, nope sorry. I said, "That is so true! That is just so right on the dot, it's crazy!" He just looked at me and said, "Remember how fast you went inside the night we went out?" I was like, "Shoot! Awkward." I think i said, "Well... uh... my roommates really needed me that night..." I did not tell him that James kept lying to me and telling me he was going to kiss me b/c that's what they do in their culture not did I tell him that James had been lying to him. Because at the exact moments he was telling me that David would kiss me he was telling David that I wanted to be kissed... Ya... this is why I didn't talk to him for a year.
I drove him home and as he was getting out of the car he leaned over to give me another thank you hug. I was in the middle of saying, "Thanks again for coming to Thanksgiv..." when he kissed me right on my open talking mouth! AAAHHHHH!!!!! That was such a surprise. I didn't know what to do except kiss him back. Oh shoot. This is where dating gets complicated because people do stuff that they don't really mean... (I aways say I am NOT good at dating.)
Well we kissed for a minute and I looked up and saw that his garage door was open and then I noticed the headlights shining in the back window of my car. SHOOT!!!! His uncle was patiently waiting behind my car to pull into the driveway. I got so flustered because I am sure the uncle saw us kiss I said, "David! Get out! Get out right now!" He just sat there and said, "Doree, just move the car over to the other side of the driveway..." I did like a 50 point turnabout just reversing and pulling forward trying to get the car to the other side of the driveway. His uncle FINALLY drove past and I still kept telling David to just get out of the car and that what we did was not good. He admitted that it was his first time ever kissing someone (he is 21!) and that made me feel even worse. I felt horrible horrible horrible! Well then I tell him to get out again, I said it wasn't the kissing that not good. It was me! I just needed to go. I looked up and his uncle was watching us out the garage window. Ugh! Again I am flustered and I am like, "Go inside, please, just get out of the car." He calmly told me that he had a great evening and went inside. His uncle opened the garage door and was peaking around house at him as he was unlocking the front door that's the last thing I saw as I drove away.
During our dance party conversation he brought up (the first of many many times) how I left him so quickly on the doorstep and wouldn't give him the time of day after that. Um, apparently not giving him the time of day includes talking to him at the dance party. Obviously he was wrong about that. Anyways, we talked about the date and I brought up the electronic whoopi cushion. He said he had no idea James was doing that. He believed at first that I was sitting there in the 4-Runner farting.... Great... Well we talked for a while and all the sudden Thanksgiving popped into my head. And I guess at the same time that I thought, "He is from England so he probably has no where to go on Thanksgiving." I invited him to come with me & my family to Thanksgiving dinner. He agreed and then I thought, "Shoot. What did I get myself into?" To me meeting the family can just be a fun friend type thing. But then other people think it means something more and that it is serious. But I figured if we haven't gone out for a year, how much can it mean? So I quickly followed up with, "Well let me make sure it is gonna be in town. If it's here you can totally come, but if it isn't you probably won't want to travel to my grandma's with my family so I will just let you know." Good out I thought. Now I can think about it and not be committed.
Well I felt bad about that and realized that he really did have no where else to go so he might as well come with me. He did and we had a fine time. We ate the turkey dinner, talked about the food differences from here and England and then we played some basketball. (That's what my family loves to do after eating.) He was great. Fun to be around, polite, and just genuine. But I still didn't develop any feelings more than that for him.
On my way to pick him up (he hasn't gotten a U.S. drivers license yet), I stopped by a store to buy "27 Dresses" so I was late to get him. After dinner I dropped him off at his house and said, "Thanks for coming." He gave me a hug and said, "Thanks for inviting me." I went back with my family and hung out a little bit more. I got a text a little later that said, "I don't know about you but I wouldn't mind watching 27 Dresses tonight." I was like, "Ok, I have nothing else to do I will let you know when I'm on my way over..." I ended up letting my family borrow 27 Dresses but he still wanted to watch a movie so we pulled out "Hitch." Good ol' Hitch. I told him that everything in this movie was way true and that if a guy wanted to know what a girl thought, they just needed to watch the movie.
We were far enough apart during the movie that there would appear to be nothing going on. I even invited my roommate in and she watched it with us. At the point in the movie where Alex Hitchins was explaining that if a girl fumbles with her keys she wants you to kiss her vs. opening the door right away means, nope sorry. I said, "That is so true! That is just so right on the dot, it's crazy!" He just looked at me and said, "Remember how fast you went inside the night we went out?" I was like, "Shoot! Awkward." I think i said, "Well... uh... my roommates really needed me that night..." I did not tell him that James kept lying to me and telling me he was going to kiss me b/c that's what they do in their culture not did I tell him that James had been lying to him. Because at the exact moments he was telling me that David would kiss me he was telling David that I wanted to be kissed... Ya... this is why I didn't talk to him for a year.
I drove him home and as he was getting out of the car he leaned over to give me another thank you hug. I was in the middle of saying, "Thanks again for coming to Thanksgiv..." when he kissed me right on my open talking mouth! AAAHHHHH!!!!! That was such a surprise. I didn't know what to do except kiss him back. Oh shoot. This is where dating gets complicated because people do stuff that they don't really mean... (I aways say I am NOT good at dating.)
Well we kissed for a minute and I looked up and saw that his garage door was open and then I noticed the headlights shining in the back window of my car. SHOOT!!!! His uncle was patiently waiting behind my car to pull into the driveway. I got so flustered because I am sure the uncle saw us kiss I said, "David! Get out! Get out right now!" He just sat there and said, "Doree, just move the car over to the other side of the driveway..." I did like a 50 point turnabout just reversing and pulling forward trying to get the car to the other side of the driveway. His uncle FINALLY drove past and I still kept telling David to just get out of the car and that what we did was not good. He admitted that it was his first time ever kissing someone (he is 21!) and that made me feel even worse. I felt horrible horrible horrible! Well then I tell him to get out again, I said it wasn't the kissing that not good. It was me! I just needed to go. I looked up and his uncle was watching us out the garage window. Ugh! Again I am flustered and I am like, "Go inside, please, just get out of the car." He calmly told me that he had a great evening and went inside. His uncle opened the garage door and was peaking around house at him as he was unlocking the front door that's the last thing I saw as I drove away.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Part 1 - Bowling & Farts
My friends husband has decided that it is his calling in life to find me my husband. He is always bound and determine to set me up with one or another of his friends... So this time he set me up with a boy from England. A chocolate boy. Mmmmm. Love them.
A few days before the date he kept telling me: "Where he is from, they like to kiss on the first date... So be prepared to kiss him..." I was like, "Ahhh! No!" (I am not an easy kisser.) But he kept bringing it up over and over again.
They came to get me and David came to the door. We went bowling and out for ice cream. David got very touchy feely during bowling and decided that we needed to be really close. It was awkward for me as I had just met him. It takes me a while to feel comfortable with people, like I want to know them before anything happens. He was pretty confident and apparently feels pretty comfortable right off the bat... good for him - not for me.
On the way to bowling there was a farting noise coming from the backseat where David and I were sitting. My friends husband said, "Doree!" I was like, "It was not me!" The farting persisted every now and then in a nice rhythm and even my friend joined in claiming it was coming from me and it had to be me because that's the direction of the sound. Ugh. Good friend. It continued after bowling on our way to ice cream and then again from ice cream to my house. The seat was rigged. David was looking at me like, "huh?" They were making a big commotion and I was making a big commotion of denial and the sounds every so often persisted.
Finally when we reached my house I jumped out and started looking around my seat. James, my friends husband, had put an electronic whoopi cushion sounder thing under my seat! So he just had to push a button from the driver's seat and it would sound like it was coming from me. LAME!!!!!!
David walked me to the door and I hurried inside. Who does that on a first date?
BLAH!!!!!!!!!
A few days before the date he kept telling me: "Where he is from, they like to kiss on the first date... So be prepared to kiss him..." I was like, "Ahhh! No!" (I am not an easy kisser.) But he kept bringing it up over and over again.
They came to get me and David came to the door. We went bowling and out for ice cream. David got very touchy feely during bowling and decided that we needed to be really close. It was awkward for me as I had just met him. It takes me a while to feel comfortable with people, like I want to know them before anything happens. He was pretty confident and apparently feels pretty comfortable right off the bat... good for him - not for me.
On the way to bowling there was a farting noise coming from the backseat where David and I were sitting. My friends husband said, "Doree!" I was like, "It was not me!" The farting persisted every now and then in a nice rhythm and even my friend joined in claiming it was coming from me and it had to be me because that's the direction of the sound. Ugh. Good friend. It continued after bowling on our way to ice cream and then again from ice cream to my house. The seat was rigged. David was looking at me like, "huh?" They were making a big commotion and I was making a big commotion of denial and the sounds every so often persisted.
Finally when we reached my house I jumped out and started looking around my seat. James, my friends husband, had put an electronic whoopi cushion sounder thing under my seat! So he just had to push a button from the driver's seat and it would sound like it was coming from me. LAME!!!!!!
David walked me to the door and I hurried inside. Who does that on a first date?
BLAH!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Mo blind date problems at the corn maze
In my single college congregation there were two amazing girls who I pretty much envied all the time. They'd been friends since birth and I was always a little jealous of their awesomeness. So when one of them called me to ask me for a favor I quickly agreed. The favor was to go on a blind date with one of their boyfriend's old friends from high school. So off we went to the corn maze...
The first warning sign should have been the group that I was going with: one engaged couple, two married couples (one married for less than a month), and a couple living together. Not the best group for a first date with a person you've never met.
Warning sign number two was the teensy tiny car we took....ummm yeah...only ONE car...for ten of us.
Warning sign three was the lack of allergy medication I had taken that day.
So we get to the corn maze and almost immediately my allergies start up. I am sniffing and my eyes are watering and I'm mostly miserable. The second we hit the corn maze the other couples all go off in different directions to do "engaged couple" things (and i'm not exaggerating. We accidentally walked by the most recently newlyweds in an awkward corn-maze-makeout situation). So we're walking along, trying to not look at the maker-outers all around, and attempting to have non-awkward first date conversations. I distinctly remember looking up at the sky and talking about the weather. A lot. The sky was very clear that night, so there wasn't even much to talk about on that front. Our other topic of conversation? His trench coat. He was wearing a floor-length leather trench coat which he was extremely proud of. He told me about how he had saved up money for it and how the people he went to high school with thought it was weird. But it wasn't weird! They were the ones that were weird; wearing their name-brand clothes and ski parkas. We talked about the part his trench coat played throughout his life and by the end of the date I knew that trench coat way better than I ever knew the guy. By the time we got out of the maze my eyes were almost swollen shut. I hadn't thought to take tissues with me, so you can guess what state my nose was in. We then proceeded to wait for the rest of the group who came out much later with a few corn husks in their hair. Unfortunately for me the only mode of transportation was transporting the whole group so I couldn't really go home. We went to 7-11 for hot chocolate and the rest of the group finally realized that I could no longer see and I was kind of disgusting to look at. We dropped off my date at his car, I rolled down the window and said thanks (probably), and we were off. So much fun.
The first warning sign should have been the group that I was going with: one engaged couple, two married couples (one married for less than a month), and a couple living together. Not the best group for a first date with a person you've never met.
Warning sign number two was the teensy tiny car we took....ummm yeah...only ONE car...for ten of us.
Warning sign three was the lack of allergy medication I had taken that day.
So we get to the corn maze and almost immediately my allergies start up. I am sniffing and my eyes are watering and I'm mostly miserable. The second we hit the corn maze the other couples all go off in different directions to do "engaged couple" things (and i'm not exaggerating. We accidentally walked by the most recently newlyweds in an awkward corn-maze-makeout situation). So we're walking along, trying to not look at the maker-outers all around, and attempting to have non-awkward first date conversations. I distinctly remember looking up at the sky and talking about the weather. A lot. The sky was very clear that night, so there wasn't even much to talk about on that front. Our other topic of conversation? His trench coat. He was wearing a floor-length leather trench coat which he was extremely proud of. He told me about how he had saved up money for it and how the people he went to high school with thought it was weird. But it wasn't weird! They were the ones that were weird; wearing their name-brand clothes and ski parkas. We talked about the part his trench coat played throughout his life and by the end of the date I knew that trench coat way better than I ever knew the guy. By the time we got out of the maze my eyes were almost swollen shut. I hadn't thought to take tissues with me, so you can guess what state my nose was in. We then proceeded to wait for the rest of the group who came out much later with a few corn husks in their hair. Unfortunately for me the only mode of transportation was transporting the whole group so I couldn't really go home. We went to 7-11 for hot chocolate and the rest of the group finally realized that I could no longer see and I was kind of disgusting to look at. We dropped off my date at his car, I rolled down the window and said thanks (probably), and we were off. So much fun.
Gitta Hynt
A while ago I met a boy named Trevor. He asked me out and I went. He didn't talk much but it was a fun date. I just wasn't feeling it for him. I try to be straight-up and when he asked me out again I said, "I just don't think I am interested in that way. I am not looking for commitment and I have some trips planned this summer so I am not really lookin' to date either." He wrote me a message via e-mail and exclaimed, "I hate when people find out you are divorced, they treat you like a fricken lepar." I was like, "Whoa. I said nothing about the divorice. I have dated divorced people before..." He said, "Well of course I meant for us to only go out as friends anyway..." Whatever but okay.
So we went out again. It was apparently "more than friends" for him. I had to go home early that evening and plan a lesson for the next day. That worked out nicely, otherwise we would have had a movie marathon. (Watching movie after movie after movie - for me, one is enough.) However, even though I am the one who had to be home - he lived in the middle of my house and the other girl's house who we were doubling with. (He lives in the middle of town, she lives on the south side, and I live on the North side.) Well I said I have to go home and plan a lesson. So even though she coulda stayed all night long he drives her all the way home. The we backtrack and go clear to the other end of the valley. I was like, "Really!? Really!? After I said I am the one that needed to get home you take me home last?"
He kept asking me out but I kept saying no. I left and came back from a trip and the asking continued. I kept saying, "No. I don't think that will work." I broke my leg on a humanitarian trip and he found out and sent me flowers. That was cute but my sister said I was not obligated to go out with him again because I already told him how I feel.
So I don't hear from him for a couple of months and I thought that he had gotten the hint and moved on. Well out of the blue I got a message that says, "I'm sorry if you thought I dropped off the face of the Earth. The last couple months I have been working alot trying to pay off bills but now I have money to date again, so... you wanna go out!?"
He wanted to go to an event center when you can do all sorts of virtual activities like repel and jump from a plan and really feel like you are. I was like, "okay, okay." (Bad on my part, but I was just like, I want to do that and if he is willing to pay knowing all I want is to be friends... then whatever. Not good. But I did it.) I ended up going earlier with some friends anyways so I told him I would just meet him there. After the two hours we were there I started walking out. He said, "So do you need a ride home?" I said, "No I met my friends here so my car is right outside." And he said, "I don't mind giving you a ride home...." And I was like, (Are you kidding? Listen to me.) PRONUNCIATE... "No! It's okay. My car really is just right outside." He leaned in to give me a hug and I kinda just sat there arms folded so he moves from a awkward hug position to just patting me on the back. I am like, "Thanks. See ya!"
Okay since this little incident above I watched the movie Hitch (and I fully believe if you want to know the truth about dating - you should watch Hitch). In the movie Alex Hitchins (Will Smith) says, "Listen to what the girl is saying. When you ask her a question... listen. Don't look at her lips or at her chest, listen so you know how to respond." Example #1 is asking if someone needs a ride home. If they tell you their car is right outside - listen. It really made me feel like he was not even listening and there is nothing worse than that!
The next week he asked me to be boyfriend and girlfriend with him. I felt bad like, "Oh no! I led him on!" So I apologized and explained how I still felt the same way I did after our first date and that I was not interested. I said, "I am sorry if I mislead you." He said, "You didn't." (I told him straight-up how I felt after date #1, No hugs, No flirting.) I wondered why do guys, when they are picking up hints, take them as signs to try harder? If someone tells you something flat out - believe her! If you drop off the face of the Earth for two months and she makes no attempt to contact you - move on. If she says something, REALLY LISTEN! And if not even a smidgen of a hug is involved... Gitta Hynt!
So we went out again. It was apparently "more than friends" for him. I had to go home early that evening and plan a lesson for the next day. That worked out nicely, otherwise we would have had a movie marathon. (Watching movie after movie after movie - for me, one is enough.) However, even though I am the one who had to be home - he lived in the middle of my house and the other girl's house who we were doubling with. (He lives in the middle of town, she lives on the south side, and I live on the North side.) Well I said I have to go home and plan a lesson. So even though she coulda stayed all night long he drives her all the way home. The we backtrack and go clear to the other end of the valley. I was like, "Really!? Really!? After I said I am the one that needed to get home you take me home last?"
He kept asking me out but I kept saying no. I left and came back from a trip and the asking continued. I kept saying, "No. I don't think that will work." I broke my leg on a humanitarian trip and he found out and sent me flowers. That was cute but my sister said I was not obligated to go out with him again because I already told him how I feel.
So I don't hear from him for a couple of months and I thought that he had gotten the hint and moved on. Well out of the blue I got a message that says, "I'm sorry if you thought I dropped off the face of the Earth. The last couple months I have been working alot trying to pay off bills but now I have money to date again, so... you wanna go out!?"
He wanted to go to an event center when you can do all sorts of virtual activities like repel and jump from a plan and really feel like you are. I was like, "okay, okay." (Bad on my part, but I was just like, I want to do that and if he is willing to pay knowing all I want is to be friends... then whatever. Not good. But I did it.) I ended up going earlier with some friends anyways so I told him I would just meet him there. After the two hours we were there I started walking out. He said, "So do you need a ride home?" I said, "No I met my friends here so my car is right outside." And he said, "I don't mind giving you a ride home...." And I was like, (Are you kidding? Listen to me.) PRONUNCIATE... "No! It's okay. My car really is just right outside." He leaned in to give me a hug and I kinda just sat there arms folded so he moves from a awkward hug position to just patting me on the back. I am like, "Thanks. See ya!"
Okay since this little incident above I watched the movie Hitch (and I fully believe if you want to know the truth about dating - you should watch Hitch). In the movie Alex Hitchins (Will Smith) says, "Listen to what the girl is saying. When you ask her a question... listen. Don't look at her lips or at her chest, listen so you know how to respond." Example #1 is asking if someone needs a ride home. If they tell you their car is right outside - listen. It really made me feel like he was not even listening and there is nothing worse than that!
The next week he asked me to be boyfriend and girlfriend with him. I felt bad like, "Oh no! I led him on!" So I apologized and explained how I still felt the same way I did after our first date and that I was not interested. I said, "I am sorry if I mislead you." He said, "You didn't." (I told him straight-up how I felt after date #1, No hugs, No flirting.) I wondered why do guys, when they are picking up hints, take them as signs to try harder? If someone tells you something flat out - believe her! If you drop off the face of the Earth for two months and she makes no attempt to contact you - move on. If she says something, REALLY LISTEN! And if not even a smidgen of a hug is involved... Gitta Hynt!
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