When first seeing a guy out somewhere and having that initial attraction, I always look at their left hand for a ring. It's become sort of a habit of mine. That way, I can kinda tell if I can even pursue this attraction or if I just have to admire from afar.
This summer, I took a statistics class. In this class was a good mix of males and females. This is not likely in many education classes (they are almost always full of females), but there were some other majors in this class, as well. The first day is always a bit awkward if you do not know anyone. Where do you sit? When you choose your seat, you are socially expected to have this seat for the remainder of the course. I took my seat beside of a girl who looked friendly enough. The seat to my right was open. It remained open, so I was pretty happy. We were seated at long tables, so I could spread out and have as much room as I'd like. I noticed a hot boy seated on the right side of the room at a table that was perpendicular to my table. He was just my type. He was stocky, good muscles, dark hair and eyes, good dresser. We made eye contact a few times and smiled. When the professor would make goofy jokes, hot boy would look at me and roll his eyes or smirk. A day or two of this went on, but we never spoke. Class would dismiss and I would be on my happy little way to walk to the car and head home. A few days into the class, I walk in and hot boy is sitting in the previously empty seat beside of me. We chatted a little bit. Talked about where we taught and what we taught. We shared notes and compared homework. He was becoming my "class friend" and I was enjoying this. We started walking to our cars together and chatting about more personal things in life, like where we went to college and where we were from. The class lasted for a month and during the last week, I overheard the professor saying something about hot boy having to take the final early and they were working out a time where this would be possible. I figured it had something to do with hot boy's baseball team. He coached the baseball team of one of the high schools here in Bowling Green. When hot boy returned to his seat beside of me, I asked about him having to take the final early. His response was that he was getting married this weekend, so he would be on his honeymoon. HOLD UP! Men should have to wear engagement rings...I'm just sayin'.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Match.com
Yep, bloggers. I actually ventured over to match.com during one of my lonely moments. I created a profile and signed up for the free 7 days. I lasted 3 days on the site before I canceled it and terminated my profile. YOWZA! If this is what my options are...count me OUT. No, thank you. Yikes.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Punch People Who Deserve It
I saw this book at Barnes and Noble. I thought it was hilarious, but at the same time, many of the reasons listed inside do make me wanna clench my fist and punch someone in the face. This has inspired me to make my own list of reasons to punch people who deserve it.
1) Talks in only inside jokes girl.
You know her. The girl who, in a large group of people, becomes insecure. She has to find the one person that she knows really well and has an inside joke with. She leeches on and then only talks in their inside joke lingo. It's not cute.
2) No clear guidelines professor
This professor might have a syllabus, but they might not. If they have a syllabus, the dates are all wrong, because they have failed to update it this semester. When they assign a paper or project, there are unclear guidelines of what is expected.
3) Makes excuses parents
These parents give excuses for everything. They are exactly that...excuses. These are given for things such as not emptying their daily folder, not sending in snacks on the week requested, not reading with them each night, losing their word ring...etc, etc, etc. Please just own up to it and say, "I just didn't do it."
4) Stops in the middle of the store aisle
These people really, really annoy me. They stop their cart or even just themselves right in the middle of a store aisle. This is especially frustrating when you are in a hurry to get somewhere else. Or really, just frustrating at all times.
5) Laughs annoyingly girl
Those girls with high pitched squeals really grind my gears. Their laugh is like nails on a chalkboard. I shutter just thinking about it...
1) Talks in only inside jokes girl.
You know her. The girl who, in a large group of people, becomes insecure. She has to find the one person that she knows really well and has an inside joke with. She leeches on and then only talks in their inside joke lingo. It's not cute.
2) No clear guidelines professor
This professor might have a syllabus, but they might not. If they have a syllabus, the dates are all wrong, because they have failed to update it this semester. When they assign a paper or project, there are unclear guidelines of what is expected.
3) Makes excuses parents
These parents give excuses for everything. They are exactly that...excuses. These are given for things such as not emptying their daily folder, not sending in snacks on the week requested, not reading with them each night, losing their word ring...etc, etc, etc. Please just own up to it and say, "I just didn't do it."
4) Stops in the middle of the store aisle
These people really, really annoy me. They stop their cart or even just themselves right in the middle of a store aisle. This is especially frustrating when you are in a hurry to get somewhere else. Or really, just frustrating at all times.
5) Laughs annoyingly girl
Those girls with high pitched squeals really grind my gears. Their laugh is like nails on a chalkboard. I shutter just thinking about it...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Couldda, Wouldda, Shouldda
I don't have many regrets. Very few, to be honest with you. Most decisions that I have made, were made for one reason or another, and every decision has made me who I am today...blah, blah, blah. There is one decision that I made that I don't necessarily regret, but I wish that I could fix it now. Does that make sense? Let me explain.
Recently, my friend, Anthony asked me if I regretted breaking up with an ex boyfriend. My response? No. I don't regret it. I had turned into this horrible girlfriend. I was jealous, needy, controlling. Not myself at all. If this boyfriend (let's call him band boy) wanted to have a night with his guy friends, I would get upset. I had to be where he was at all times. One night, a friend of his approached me and told me that I was the reason that they were not friends anymore. All of this started eating at me. Was I the reason? I didn't mean to be. I sure never came right out and told band boy not to be friends with this guy. It was common knowledge that I didn't particularly like this friend, but I never said that they shouldn't be friends. But, in an indirect way, was I the reason that they were no longer friends?
I knew that for my sake (and sanity) and for band boy's sake, that we needed to break up. It was a hard decision that I struggled with for weeks, it made me very sad and I have thought a lot about it in the years since. Even all through the time that I dated suit boy and the time I have been single since, I can't help but wonder, "What if?". Band boy always pops up in my mind and it's never bad memories. I think fondly of him often. I miss him more often than not. I wonder sometimes...was I mature enough to handle being with someone at that time? Was I independent enough to be with him? While band boy and I were dating, all of my friends moved away, I got a new job, I made a few new friends, but my life had become so different. I didn't really have anyone to hang out with or to do things with other than band boy. So, when he wanted to leave me and go do things with his friends, I was lost.
"So, what about now?" I was asked by Anthony, the friend who had asked about the regret factor. I have a feeling that Anthony is rather hopeful for a rekindling of this relationship. Well, now, I think that I am actually ready to be with someone. I am independent enough, I enjoy my alone time, I now know how to entertain myself and I think I could be completely happy with someone else. I just wish that I didn't have to wonder, "What if?"
Recently, my friend, Anthony asked me if I regretted breaking up with an ex boyfriend. My response? No. I don't regret it. I had turned into this horrible girlfriend. I was jealous, needy, controlling. Not myself at all. If this boyfriend (let's call him band boy) wanted to have a night with his guy friends, I would get upset. I had to be where he was at all times. One night, a friend of his approached me and told me that I was the reason that they were not friends anymore. All of this started eating at me. Was I the reason? I didn't mean to be. I sure never came right out and told band boy not to be friends with this guy. It was common knowledge that I didn't particularly like this friend, but I never said that they shouldn't be friends. But, in an indirect way, was I the reason that they were no longer friends?
I knew that for my sake (and sanity) and for band boy's sake, that we needed to break up. It was a hard decision that I struggled with for weeks, it made me very sad and I have thought a lot about it in the years since. Even all through the time that I dated suit boy and the time I have been single since, I can't help but wonder, "What if?". Band boy always pops up in my mind and it's never bad memories. I think fondly of him often. I miss him more often than not. I wonder sometimes...was I mature enough to handle being with someone at that time? Was I independent enough to be with him? While band boy and I were dating, all of my friends moved away, I got a new job, I made a few new friends, but my life had become so different. I didn't really have anyone to hang out with or to do things with other than band boy. So, when he wanted to leave me and go do things with his friends, I was lost.
"So, what about now?" I was asked by Anthony, the friend who had asked about the regret factor. I have a feeling that Anthony is rather hopeful for a rekindling of this relationship. Well, now, I think that I am actually ready to be with someone. I am independent enough, I enjoy my alone time, I now know how to entertain myself and I think I could be completely happy with someone else. I just wish that I didn't have to wonder, "What if?"
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
CKR
You might be wondering what CKR is exactly. This is the nickname for my closest group of friends. We were given this nickname by some other people and we didn't exactly give it to ourselves. I'll explain later in this blog. I've referred to this group of friends as my soul mates on countless occasions. You can view a picture of these fine people on the top right of my blog homepage. What a good lookin' bunch! Throughout college, I became friends with this group a few at a time. I met two by living on the 23rd floor of PFT our freshman year, some by joining Omega Phi Alpha, and more through other friends.
There are 8 of us and some plus ones, who are considered to be an important part of our group. I have something in common with each of these friends in different capacities. When this amazing group of friends get together, we laugh almost the entire time, say the most bizarre things, make fun of others (and each other), and gather quotes and memories for the next time that we are able to see each other. When a CKR is in the works, my heart swells ten times its size. Unfortunately, it doesn't happen as often as I would like. It's so difficult now that we are all "grown-ups" with real jobs and responsibilities. It doesn't help that we live in several different places; Bowling Green, Owensboro, Louisville, Nashville, Chapel Hill, Jackson. At least it's only 2 states right now.
We were given the nickname of CKR by a few girls who were (in my opinion) a little jealous that we were all getting together. We had graduated college and some had moved away, but several of us were still in Bowling Green. Our group wanted to plan a weekend to get back together to catch up, laugh, and be ridiculous. These girls dubbed us the "cool kids". So, we of course went with it. We added the "R" to the end ourselves. This weekend would now be called the "cool kids reunion". It stuck. I admit, it doesn't make a lick of sense when referring to our group of friends now, but hey, it's another reason to laugh at others and it's a memory. Am I right or am I right?
So, now you may have a better understanding of CKR. But, in all actuality, if you don't, it doesn't matter. They will still be my soul mates regardless of what others think or say. I love my friends and wouldn't trade them for anything!
There are 8 of us and some plus ones, who are considered to be an important part of our group. I have something in common with each of these friends in different capacities. When this amazing group of friends get together, we laugh almost the entire time, say the most bizarre things, make fun of others (and each other), and gather quotes and memories for the next time that we are able to see each other. When a CKR is in the works, my heart swells ten times its size. Unfortunately, it doesn't happen as often as I would like. It's so difficult now that we are all "grown-ups" with real jobs and responsibilities. It doesn't help that we live in several different places; Bowling Green, Owensboro, Louisville, Nashville, Chapel Hill, Jackson. At least it's only 2 states right now.
We were given the nickname of CKR by a few girls who were (in my opinion) a little jealous that we were all getting together. We had graduated college and some had moved away, but several of us were still in Bowling Green. Our group wanted to plan a weekend to get back together to catch up, laugh, and be ridiculous. These girls dubbed us the "cool kids". So, we of course went with it. We added the "R" to the end ourselves. This weekend would now be called the "cool kids reunion". It stuck. I admit, it doesn't make a lick of sense when referring to our group of friends now, but hey, it's another reason to laugh at others and it's a memory. Am I right or am I right?
Here's a picture from the very first CKR.
I'm always sad that Anthony's not in it...he was the photographer. This might still be my favorite picture, though.
This is a picture of all of us at Katie and Hunter's wedding in Cincinnati. I've had this picture framed in my apartment for several years now. Such a great memory!
This was when we went canoeing while staying at Erin and Nick's. If you know us, then you know how NOT outdoorsy and athletic we all are.
The calm of the storm passed and then we all wondered, "Are YOU the river rat?" (P.S. Sammi missed out here. Sad).
You know in every group, you are closer to some than others. Don't get me wrong...I love each and every one of my friends in CKR. But this boy here below, is one of my closest friends that I have ever had. It's rare that you can be completely yourself around someone and talk to them about anything and everything. This would be that person for me. Meet Anthony!
This is a recent picture from Katy and Daniel's wedding. Almost all of us are in this one. I think it's the closest! We are just missing 3 of our plus ones; Hunter, Maegan, and Jered. Still such a great picture and another fun weekend in Cincinnati!
So, now you may have a better understanding of CKR. But, in all actuality, if you don't, it doesn't matter. They will still be my soul mates regardless of what others think or say. I love my friends and wouldn't trade them for anything!
Monday, November 15, 2010
My Now Not-So-Secret Single Behaviors
I re-watched an episode of Sex and the City the other day that made me start thinking. I have seen this episode several times, because I now own all of the seasons (Thanks, Deb for getting me addicted)! Each time that I watch a season, I relate to something new. This episode is the one where the girls talk about their SSB, better known as "secret single behaviors". Carrie says that hers is eating jelly on crackers while standing on one foot, reading Vogue. Charlotte's is that she likes to look at her pores in the mirror for hours at a time. Let's just say that my SSB's are not as "classy" as these ladies. I think they just tried to "glam" it up a little for the sake of Hollywood. I have several SSB's that I indulge in more than once a week. There are only a couple that I am even willing to share. Everyone has them. Even if you are not single anymore, think about what do when your significant other is not around. There's something, I assure you. Here are a few that I am willing to share with you...
1) Eating a bowl of cereal, popcorn, chips and salsa or any other junk food for dinner.
2) Drinking a beer while shaving my legs in a bubble bath...with the bathroom door wide open.
3) While we are talking about the bathroom door wide open, I poop with the door wide open. Everytime. Unless I have company.
4) Turning on music really loud and dancing around my apartment..."bad dancing" purposefully. I sometimes like to stand in front of the mirror and make up the worst dance moves ever known to man. I'm practicing for my wedding reception.
There are so many more, but I thought I would "glam" them up for the sake of bloggywood.
Alright, people. Comment away! What are your SSB?
1) Eating a bowl of cereal, popcorn, chips and salsa or any other junk food for dinner.
2) Drinking a beer while shaving my legs in a bubble bath...with the bathroom door wide open.
3) While we are talking about the bathroom door wide open, I poop with the door wide open. Everytime. Unless I have company.
4) Turning on music really loud and dancing around my apartment..."bad dancing" purposefully. I sometimes like to stand in front of the mirror and make up the worst dance moves ever known to man. I'm practicing for my wedding reception.
There are so many more, but I thought I would "glam" them up for the sake of bloggywood.
Alright, people. Comment away! What are your SSB?
Sunday, November 14, 2010
And now you know....the rest of the story
So. I have kept quiet for long enough. I want to put the real story out there. My version, at least. This also might help some of you understand why I have been so "gun shy" when it comes to dating.
My friend Gina Marie was getting married and decided on a destination bachelorette party. Her choice was Destin. OF COURSE, I was in! I had a wonderful time with her and made a few new friends. Our last night down there, we went out to celebrate her "last fling before the ring".
Almost at the very end of the night, we met a group of guys. There were two of them in kilts and then two in suits. Of course the girls took a liking to the kilt boys. As I stood by watching, one of the boys in a suit started up a conversation. He made a joke that included a Talladega Nights quote. I got it right away, of course. Duh...I am Will Ferrell's second wife, after all. Nothing happened between suit boy and I this night. We only talked. At the end of the night, we exchanged email addresses...yeah, who does that? I do, apparently. We emailed a few times back and forth, nothing too serious. He lived in Japan and I lived with my boyfriend. What could possibly happen? We ended up becoming myspace friends. There was a lot that happened between then and the rest of my story. Long story short...we ended up dating. A boy in Japan and a girl in Kentucky. I was crazy to think that this could actually work out. Unfortunately, I really thought so. We were together for a year and a half, so I wasn't exactly THAT crazy.
He is in the Air Force and therefore, was required to travel quite a bit. I was invited on several of these trips. We met up in Nashville a few times, I went to Japan, Texas, DC, Baltimore, Cancun and New Orleans with him. New Orleans was the last trip we took together and the last time that I saw him.
The first night of this New Orleans trip, we got into a HUGE blow out fight. I will not go into details of this blow out. All that you need to know is that I was alone on the streets of New Orleans. I was lucky to find our hotel and the room...they don't mess around with their hurricanes. When I got back to the room, suit boy had already made it and was fuming. Things were thrown (not at me - somewhat to his credit) and I confessed my love for him. I told him how much I cared about him and that I was in love with him. What a wonderful time to let him know how I'd been feeling for months. It had been a year and a half since we first started seeing each other. We had made it through a 6 month deployment and living in two different countries. We had made it through his neglecting to call me when he said that he would and his lying to me on countless occasions (this is only a STRONG suspicion). So, I fell in love. How? You tell me, because looking back, I never want to fall in love with anyone like this again. After my regretful love confession, he said nothing in return. We went to sleep and didn't talk anymore about it. The rest of the trip was rather awkward, but I was trying my best to have a normal time. When suit boy dropped me off at the airport, I knew that it would be the last time that I would ever see him again. Call it a woman's intuition or whatever you want. I just knew. I even made a point to tell him that I would miss him.
Keep in mind, suit boy still hadn't broken up with me. We talked on the phone shortly after and he said that he needed some time to think. He had just moved from Japan to Texas and had a lot of change. This was in February. MONTHS went by. I gave him space. No texts, no phone calls, no facebooking. I'm not an idiot. I knew that it was over after the first night in New Orleans when we had our blow out. We finally talked in like April or May and he "officially" broke up with me...way to go, suit boy! You did it! (I sincerely hope that you sense my sarcasm here)
These are my questions...Why would you ask me to travel to all of these places with you if you didn't care about me at all? Why would you want me to be the last person to see before a deployment and the first person to see after a deployment? Why would you pay to fly me all the way to Japan? I do not know a single other man who would do any of these things unless they really cared about someone. I was fooled and played.
Looking back, if you were to search all over his myspace or facebook page, you would never know that he had a "girlfriend". I didn't exist in his world. The whole thing hurt me a lot. BUT, I have been single (in my opinion - "official" or not) since February 15th. It has been the best thing to happen to me. I have really had time to think about what is important to me and what I want. It has taken me a long time, but I think that I am really ready to move on. It took me deleting suit boy from everything. I have thrown away countless amounts of pictures and other momentos. Even a book that I was given to read, because he desperately wanted to convert me to a Republican....trash. I am happy to say that I just don't even care. Sayonara, Suit Boy.
My friend Gina Marie was getting married and decided on a destination bachelorette party. Her choice was Destin. OF COURSE, I was in! I had a wonderful time with her and made a few new friends. Our last night down there, we went out to celebrate her "last fling before the ring".
Almost at the very end of the night, we met a group of guys. There were two of them in kilts and then two in suits. Of course the girls took a liking to the kilt boys. As I stood by watching, one of the boys in a suit started up a conversation. He made a joke that included a Talladega Nights quote. I got it right away, of course. Duh...I am Will Ferrell's second wife, after all. Nothing happened between suit boy and I this night. We only talked. At the end of the night, we exchanged email addresses...yeah, who does that? I do, apparently. We emailed a few times back and forth, nothing too serious. He lived in Japan and I lived with my boyfriend. What could possibly happen? We ended up becoming myspace friends. There was a lot that happened between then and the rest of my story. Long story short...we ended up dating. A boy in Japan and a girl in Kentucky. I was crazy to think that this could actually work out. Unfortunately, I really thought so. We were together for a year and a half, so I wasn't exactly THAT crazy.
He is in the Air Force and therefore, was required to travel quite a bit. I was invited on several of these trips. We met up in Nashville a few times, I went to Japan, Texas, DC, Baltimore, Cancun and New Orleans with him. New Orleans was the last trip we took together and the last time that I saw him.
The first night of this New Orleans trip, we got into a HUGE blow out fight. I will not go into details of this blow out. All that you need to know is that I was alone on the streets of New Orleans. I was lucky to find our hotel and the room...they don't mess around with their hurricanes. When I got back to the room, suit boy had already made it and was fuming. Things were thrown (not at me - somewhat to his credit) and I confessed my love for him. I told him how much I cared about him and that I was in love with him. What a wonderful time to let him know how I'd been feeling for months. It had been a year and a half since we first started seeing each other. We had made it through a 6 month deployment and living in two different countries. We had made it through his neglecting to call me when he said that he would and his lying to me on countless occasions (this is only a STRONG suspicion). So, I fell in love. How? You tell me, because looking back, I never want to fall in love with anyone like this again. After my regretful love confession, he said nothing in return. We went to sleep and didn't talk anymore about it. The rest of the trip was rather awkward, but I was trying my best to have a normal time. When suit boy dropped me off at the airport, I knew that it would be the last time that I would ever see him again. Call it a woman's intuition or whatever you want. I just knew. I even made a point to tell him that I would miss him.
Keep in mind, suit boy still hadn't broken up with me. We talked on the phone shortly after and he said that he needed some time to think. He had just moved from Japan to Texas and had a lot of change. This was in February. MONTHS went by. I gave him space. No texts, no phone calls, no facebooking. I'm not an idiot. I knew that it was over after the first night in New Orleans when we had our blow out. We finally talked in like April or May and he "officially" broke up with me...way to go, suit boy! You did it! (I sincerely hope that you sense my sarcasm here)
These are my questions...Why would you ask me to travel to all of these places with you if you didn't care about me at all? Why would you want me to be the last person to see before a deployment and the first person to see after a deployment? Why would you pay to fly me all the way to Japan? I do not know a single other man who would do any of these things unless they really cared about someone. I was fooled and played.
Looking back, if you were to search all over his myspace or facebook page, you would never know that he had a "girlfriend". I didn't exist in his world. The whole thing hurt me a lot. BUT, I have been single (in my opinion - "official" or not) since February 15th. It has been the best thing to happen to me. I have really had time to think about what is important to me and what I want. It has taken me a long time, but I think that I am really ready to move on. It took me deleting suit boy from everything. I have thrown away countless amounts of pictures and other momentos. Even a book that I was given to read, because he desperately wanted to convert me to a Republican....trash. I am happy to say that I just don't even care. Sayonara, Suit Boy.
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