This week is going to be nuts - Steph is moving out (sad) so I'm moving my stuff into her room as it is the biggest with the biggest closet and doing this in between a softball game on Wednesday and packing for Atlanta. This will be my third 4th of July in a row in Hotlanta and this year I decided to brave running the Peachtree rather than just watching it. Although, I haven't gone running in over a month AND it's going to be about 195-degrees down there so it might turn into a slow crawl, but that's fine.
Also, how is it already July? This year has flown by so far. In the beginning of the year I had the cruise to look forward to, then Vegas, Princeton, Memorial Day weekend, now Atlanta. I blinked and the year was half over.
Now I've been sitting here all night trying to come up with a meaningful blog post. Task NOT accomplished. However, I have something in the works that might be far more entertaining.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Date
A while back, maybe in March or April, I joined an online dating site, one of the free ones, figuring that if I was going to get rejected, at least I wouldn't be paying to get rejected. And actually I was active for about a week before realizing I didn't care enough to put in that much effort. Well, a week or so ago, I got an email from a guy who seemed perfectly normal, so after trading emails for a bit, he asked me out to dinner and I accepted.
He was not someone I would have approached - his profile said he was a lot shorter than I normally go for and he doesn't drink but it's not like I'm turning down dates on a regular basis and have a reason to be that snobby so I figured, what the hell, it's only dinner.
He sent me links to a few restaurants he'd scoped out on Yelp (yay diligence) and had me pick one. I picked an Italian place by my apartment that I hadn't tried yet and was actually looking forward to the date...until he emailed me the day before:
Hey Reva, just wanted to check in to see how you're doing. I took a look at the menu for Tarantino's, and it is a little on the pricey side.
Now, I don't about you, but that email to me said he wanted me to know we were going Dutch, which I don't have a problem with - if I offer and you take me up on then fine - I'm okay with that. It's the whole email ahead of time thing I have issues with. I mean...really? Maybe he didn't want me to be shocked when he expected me to pay for my half but...
It's hard to go into a date with an open mind after that kind of email - and I figured I was screwed either way. If I say the prices are okay with me and he was planning on paying then I look like a bitch, if I say no then I look like a bitch too (right? I'm not even sure. This is why I hate dating!!!). So I picked a cheaper restaurant to err on the side of caution, and we split a $29 check. He asked me if I wanted to walk around after but I said no and bolted home. Why prolong the inevitable? And if you're wondering, no I haven't heard from him.
The general consensus has been that the person who does the asking should pay for the date. I am not sure I've asked a guy on a date who has actually said yes, but if that ever happened I'd be happy to pay. And I'm not trying to sound superficial either - I am not faulting someone if he doesn't want to buy me dinner at Charlie Trotter's - but I sensed a lack of chivalry there which I think every girl wants, at least for the first few dates.
Also he's 30 and lives with his parents (I think by choice). So there's that.
He was not someone I would have approached - his profile said he was a lot shorter than I normally go for and he doesn't drink but it's not like I'm turning down dates on a regular basis and have a reason to be that snobby so I figured, what the hell, it's only dinner.
He sent me links to a few restaurants he'd scoped out on Yelp (yay diligence) and had me pick one. I picked an Italian place by my apartment that I hadn't tried yet and was actually looking forward to the date...until he emailed me the day before:
Hey Reva, just wanted to check in to see how you're doing. I took a look at the menu for Tarantino's, and it is a little on the pricey side.
This isn't a problem for me, but I just wanted to make sure you're comfortable with those prices. Just say the word if you'd like to change up the locale. :)
Now, I don't about you, but that email to me said he wanted me to know we were going Dutch, which I don't have a problem with - if I offer and you take me up on then fine - I'm okay with that. It's the whole email ahead of time thing I have issues with. I mean...really? Maybe he didn't want me to be shocked when he expected me to pay for my half but...
It's hard to go into a date with an open mind after that kind of email - and I figured I was screwed either way. If I say the prices are okay with me and he was planning on paying then I look like a bitch, if I say no then I look like a bitch too (right? I'm not even sure. This is why I hate dating!!!). So I picked a cheaper restaurant to err on the side of caution, and we split a $29 check. He asked me if I wanted to walk around after but I said no and bolted home. Why prolong the inevitable? And if you're wondering, no I haven't heard from him.
The general consensus has been that the person who does the asking should pay for the date. I am not sure I've asked a guy on a date who has actually said yes, but if that ever happened I'd be happy to pay. And I'm not trying to sound superficial either - I am not faulting someone if he doesn't want to buy me dinner at Charlie Trotter's - but I sensed a lack of chivalry there which I think every girl wants, at least for the first few dates.
Also he's 30 and lives with his parents (I think by choice). So there's that.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tornados, Etc
Yesterday there was a tornado warning for downtown Chicago (I think). After work I took the red line over to US Cellular to meet Sarah and Cassie for the White Sox game. Only when I got there did I realize 1) Sarah was still at work, 2) the sky was a color I'd never seen before 3) maybe this was a bad idea.
So I wound up back on the red line and in the basement of Macy's at some sports bar where we could kill two birds with one stone: be underground should a tornado actually hit and keep an eye on the weather and game status via the news. Well other than getting soaked from the massive sheets of rain coming from every direction, we experienced no other extreme weather. The game started (2hrs late) and when we were on our way back to the ballpark, some random woman on the subway told Sarah she was would have hit her in the face if she weren't so friendly looking. Sarah had accidentally bumped her with her purse and then apologized. I assumed this woman was drunk or high or something because she then immediately tried to be our BFF. She even gave us her card and told her she would upgrade our manicures since we were broke college students.
Once back at the Cell, it was still raining so we went to the Stadium Club where I asked the security guard the best way to meet Mark Buerhle. He then reminded me that Mark Buerhle is married and Cassie then said, "I feel like he's married to someone who could probably kick your ass." Probably true seeing as I bet she has to deal with tons of groupies.
In any case, we actually got to see a game, though we did leave at 11pm at the top of the 8th inning as it was a school night and all.
So there you have it - not even a tornado is enough to deter the White Sox from canceling a game. Keep that in mind!
So I wound up back on the red line and in the basement of Macy's at some sports bar where we could kill two birds with one stone: be underground should a tornado actually hit and keep an eye on the weather and game status via the news. Well other than getting soaked from the massive sheets of rain coming from every direction, we experienced no other extreme weather. The game started (2hrs late) and when we were on our way back to the ballpark, some random woman on the subway told Sarah she was would have hit her in the face if she weren't so friendly looking. Sarah had accidentally bumped her with her purse and then apologized. I assumed this woman was drunk or high or something because she then immediately tried to be our BFF. She even gave us her card and told her she would upgrade our manicures since we were broke college students.
Once back at the Cell, it was still raining so we went to the Stadium Club where I asked the security guard the best way to meet Mark Buerhle. He then reminded me that Mark Buerhle is married and Cassie then said, "I feel like he's married to someone who could probably kick your ass." Probably true seeing as I bet she has to deal with tons of groupies.
In any case, we actually got to see a game, though we did leave at 11pm at the top of the 8th inning as it was a school night and all.
So there you have it - not even a tornado is enough to deter the White Sox from canceling a game. Keep that in mind!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Anti-Wing Man (or Woman)
One of the inevitable things about dating is sideline interference, if you will. You recruit a friend to help you land the object of your affection and it backfires in some way (on you or them or both of you).
You know where I'm going with this - your friend calls you and says, "hey, come out with my flag football team because there is a dude I like on it and I need a wing woman." So you are a wonderful wing woman but then the dude turns into a total psycho. Well then there's the opposite of that - like for example you go to a wedding with a guy you like but your single friend insists the three of you stay in the same hotel room. Or the dude you're madly in love with asks you to dance at a concert and your three BFF's see this and do not approve so whisk you away to do shots. So pretty much, having the best wing woman ever can still backfire on you, having the opposite of that can backfire on you.
So without further adieu - I give you the five types of anti-wing woman's I've encountered (with help from KPK):
1) The Well Meaning Friend - with your best interests at heart, they actually sabotage you in a variety of ways that will benefit you in the long run because they know the object of your affection is bad news and the sooner you know this the better. The well meaning friends are like mine, who whisked me away from COB that night, which I was mad about at first but am grateful for now.
2) The Really Annoying Bossy Friend - you have a love/hate relationship with her, but when you want to get your mac on make sure she's not around because she'll make sure that she's NOT left out of the group and that you certainly do not get what you came for. She'll get clingy and not let you out of your sight and can be quite the Debbie Downer ("you're not ACTUALLY going to ditch me are you???")
3) Yourself - You are the wing woman and as much as you love PDA, you love it when it's directed at YOU, not when you're watching the PDA attacker and secretly want to vomit all over yourself and the bar. It's awkward for sure, but if you've truly done your job, you can Irish goodbye as you see fit and no one will be the wiser.
4) The Ex-Girlfriend - You befriend her for purely selfish reasons: to get the dirt on your dude. She comes out with you and then spends the whole night talking to him and then you turn into HER wing-woman, trying to figure out how to pass her off on someone else.
5) The Dude - You drag one of your guy friends along thinking, what better way to impress a guy than have him think other guys want to hang out with you? This will likely backfire as the dude you like will think the dude you're with likes YOU and then no one wins. He won't want to interfere with what he thinks is a budding romance, the guy you brought will likely be checking out other girls, and you'll end up leaving early to go home and watch reruns of the Golden Girls.
In theory, the wing-man/wing-woman concept is a good one if the stars are aligned, people do their job correctly, no one falls for the wrong person, etc etc etc. But I think it's easier to just go with the flow. After all, when has mapping out a relationship ever worked??
You know where I'm going with this - your friend calls you and says, "hey, come out with my flag football team because there is a dude I like on it and I need a wing woman." So you are a wonderful wing woman but then the dude turns into a total psycho. Well then there's the opposite of that - like for example you go to a wedding with a guy you like but your single friend insists the three of you stay in the same hotel room. Or the dude you're madly in love with asks you to dance at a concert and your three BFF's see this and do not approve so whisk you away to do shots. So pretty much, having the best wing woman ever can still backfire on you, having the opposite of that can backfire on you.
So without further adieu - I give you the five types of anti-wing woman's I've encountered (with help from KPK):
1) The Well Meaning Friend - with your best interests at heart, they actually sabotage you in a variety of ways that will benefit you in the long run because they know the object of your affection is bad news and the sooner you know this the better. The well meaning friends are like mine, who whisked me away from COB that night, which I was mad about at first but am grateful for now.
2) The Really Annoying Bossy Friend - you have a love/hate relationship with her, but when you want to get your mac on make sure she's not around because she'll make sure that she's NOT left out of the group and that you certainly do not get what you came for. She'll get clingy and not let you out of your sight and can be quite the Debbie Downer ("you're not ACTUALLY going to ditch me are you???")
3) Yourself - You are the wing woman and as much as you love PDA, you love it when it's directed at YOU, not when you're watching the PDA attacker and secretly want to vomit all over yourself and the bar. It's awkward for sure, but if you've truly done your job, you can Irish goodbye as you see fit and no one will be the wiser.
4) The Ex-Girlfriend - You befriend her for purely selfish reasons: to get the dirt on your dude. She comes out with you and then spends the whole night talking to him and then you turn into HER wing-woman, trying to figure out how to pass her off on someone else.
5) The Dude - You drag one of your guy friends along thinking, what better way to impress a guy than have him think other guys want to hang out with you? This will likely backfire as the dude you like will think the dude you're with likes YOU and then no one wins. He won't want to interfere with what he thinks is a budding romance, the guy you brought will likely be checking out other girls, and you'll end up leaving early to go home and watch reruns of the Golden Girls.
In theory, the wing-man/wing-woman concept is a good one if the stars are aligned, people do their job correctly, no one falls for the wrong person, etc etc etc. But I think it's easier to just go with the flow. After all, when has mapping out a relationship ever worked??
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
In which I fail (again)
I was working on a different post for today that I might postpone a couple days so I can put more thought into it - but now I'm left without a topic (again).
So, true to form, I decided to pull something out of my ass. Then, still coming up short (I was going to go on a rant about cryptic Facebook status updates but will save that for another day), I googled "blog topics" and the auto-fill came up with "blog topic generator" so here are some of the ideas it gave me:
-Reasons to not move in with someone: Well, I'm no expert on this one. I assume the topic is moving in with your significant other, not a friend who would be your roommate. I can't argue for OR against this one. I think every couple is different, with a different comfort level. My personal thought is you should live with someone before you marry them because what if you can't stand living with them but you're now stuck? But again, I am not a relationship expert. In fact, I'd argue I know the least amount out of everyone on the planet about them. So basically do the opposite of what I tell you.
-Old Nickelodeon T.V. shows - Um...score! I once did an unofficial poll on my Fbook: Hey Dude vs. Salute Your Shorts. Salute won hands down, even though I always did prefer Hey Dude. I'm not sure why, I think it was the dude who played Ted. The actor who played him was David Lascher, and he's stared in such gems as three episodes of the original 90210 (probably someone with brain damage who dated Donna because yes, that's what it takes), 48 (!!) episodes of Blossom, and Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Score one for David. Anyway - I liked Hey Dude better because it had less of a New England summer camp feel, since I grew up in NE and the whole point of TV is to escape the real world, am I right?
-Procrastination Methods - Okay, I am the expert here. Instead of thinking of a blog topic earlier, I watched season two of Sex & the City. I mean, there are endless ways to procrastinate. When I was in school and didn't want to do homework, I would do asinine things like try to organize pictures, read my old notes from 7th/8th grade (LD + __ forever, do NOT fill in the blanks, he said hi to me in the hall and I totally think he'll ask me to the dance), play Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego until I had it memorized, or call boys and hang up. What? You did it too! Ahh the HOURS we wasted on the phone in middle school/high school with our friends, dissecting someone's smile or head tilt, propagating endless rumors and trying to predict the future. Life was so simple back then.
I can't believe I just wrote that. I MUST be old!
So, true to form, I decided to pull something out of my ass. Then, still coming up short (I was going to go on a rant about cryptic Facebook status updates but will save that for another day), I googled "blog topics" and the auto-fill came up with "blog topic generator" so here are some of the ideas it gave me:
-Reasons to not move in with someone: Well, I'm no expert on this one. I assume the topic is moving in with your significant other, not a friend who would be your roommate. I can't argue for OR against this one. I think every couple is different, with a different comfort level. My personal thought is you should live with someone before you marry them because what if you can't stand living with them but you're now stuck? But again, I am not a relationship expert. In fact, I'd argue I know the least amount out of everyone on the planet about them. So basically do the opposite of what I tell you.
-Old Nickelodeon T.V. shows - Um...score! I once did an unofficial poll on my Fbook: Hey Dude vs. Salute Your Shorts. Salute won hands down, even though I always did prefer Hey Dude. I'm not sure why, I think it was the dude who played Ted. The actor who played him was David Lascher, and he's stared in such gems as three episodes of the original 90210 (probably someone with brain damage who dated Donna because yes, that's what it takes), 48 (!!) episodes of Blossom, and Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Score one for David. Anyway - I liked Hey Dude better because it had less of a New England summer camp feel, since I grew up in NE and the whole point of TV is to escape the real world, am I right?
-Procrastination Methods - Okay, I am the expert here. Instead of thinking of a blog topic earlier, I watched season two of Sex & the City. I mean, there are endless ways to procrastinate. When I was in school and didn't want to do homework, I would do asinine things like try to organize pictures, read my old notes from 7th/8th grade (LD + __ forever, do NOT fill in the blanks, he said hi to me in the hall and I totally think he'll ask me to the dance), play Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego until I had it memorized, or call boys and hang up. What? You did it too! Ahh the HOURS we wasted on the phone in middle school/high school with our friends, dissecting someone's smile or head tilt, propagating endless rumors and trying to predict the future. Life was so simple back then.
I can't believe I just wrote that. I MUST be old!
Monday, June 21, 2010
In Which I Fail Miserably
So my goal was to post every day for the next year and less than a month in I fail - in my defense I was busy (?) because Thursday night between meeting the new roomie and then belting out "On the Wings of Love" at Tuck's with Katie and then packing for Cincinnati I didn't have time - nor did I have time when I was in O-H-I-O (three syllables, not one).
I went to Cincy to visit my friend Liz, who I hadn't seen in about five years. We interned at 'Nova together and since she was an athletic trainer there we got to hang out on all the fun softball road trips (like when we had to go to South Bend for five days even though the team didn't advance past the first round of the tournament so we had nothing to do). Anyway.
Cincy consisted of Tim McGraw, pool time, meeting lots of cool people and visiting UC's campus. I'd elaborate further if I wasn't so flippin' tired. So yes, I failed a month in to this little project - fear not loyal reader (there IS one of you, right?) I will get back on track tomorrow.
I went to Cincy to visit my friend Liz, who I hadn't seen in about five years. We interned at 'Nova together and since she was an athletic trainer there we got to hang out on all the fun softball road trips (like when we had to go to South Bend for five days even though the team didn't advance past the first round of the tournament so we had nothing to do). Anyway.
Cincy consisted of Tim McGraw, pool time, meeting lots of cool people and visiting UC's campus. I'd elaborate further if I wasn't so flippin' tired. So yes, I failed a month in to this little project - fear not loyal reader (there IS one of you, right?) I will get back on track tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Summer
We finally played our first softball game tonight and not only did we win but I had two hits AND a run - that is definitely a first for me. Normally I strike out looking. Our team is pretty cool, everyone is nice, we played well but no one is super competitive so I won't have to feel bad for striking out - which I will. A lot. But, it's a school night, and writing every day is harder than I thought it would be.
But, before I go, I would like to express my disgust at Perez Hilton for tweeting a picture of (as Gawker calls it) Miley Cyrus' "Hannah Montana." First of all, Perez thinks he is better than everyone else and has BECOME the person he originally started blogging about: a Hollywood Diva. I really hope he faces jail time. He's already losing advertisers, which is good, but it would be unfortunate if he didn't have to suffer the consequences of his actions just because of who he is. I don't even read his blog because I dislike him so much. It's all about DListed baby.
But, before I go, I would like to express my disgust at Perez Hilton for tweeting a picture of (as Gawker calls it) Miley Cyrus' "Hannah Montana." First of all, Perez thinks he is better than everyone else and has BECOME the person he originally started blogging about: a Hollywood Diva. I really hope he faces jail time. He's already losing advertisers, which is good, but it would be unfortunate if he didn't have to suffer the consequences of his actions just because of who he is. I don't even read his blog because I dislike him so much. It's all about DListed baby.
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