Packing 2008 away, bring on 2009....

The lovely Snow White here,

Is this year over yet? I’m ready to pack 2008 away and bring out the new 2009. It’s always refreshing starting a new year, looking at all the possibilities of what’s to come. Maybe this will be the year I find my prince. I won’t keep my fingers crossed though. I’m in no rush but at times I sit back I wonder what the hell I’m doing wrong. I’m hanging with a bunch of friends tonight and couldn’t be happier that I am starting the New Year with them instead of some stupid boy I will probably never see again.

The problem though with spending New Years with friends and only friends (no outside people – so there’s no possible way that I am going to meet someone new) is the kiss. You know the one where everyone screams “Happy New Year” and then you kiss the person you are with. Well this year there is no person to kiss, other than my friend that I am moving in with– at least the boys will get a kick out of it, who doesn’t like girl-on-girl action? Oh, well at least it’s something right?

This year has been an extremely hard one for me in the relationship department. Trying to get over and move on from The Ex has proved to be much harder than I originally thought ten months ago. I’ve dated a couple people off and on – There was The Drunk, who you can tell by his name was a no brainer to get rid of. Very childish and one of the biggest light-weights I’ve ever met. It’s pretty sad when your 5’ girl-friend can out drink a grown man. There were lots of random guys met at bars that were fun to hangout with that night where I had the fullest intention of waking up and calling the next day but never did, most likely because when I woke up I realized I wasn’t that interested.

Then there is Gym Monkey who I would never be able to have a relationship with but is lots of fun to mess around with. We are two completely different people who could never have a serious relationship. I am happy with our relationship as it is, no strings can be a wonderful thing now and again. It works for us both. Anyways that pretty much sums up my pathetic love life of 2008 – one of the worst so far. So I’m packing it up tonight and shoving it in the back of my closet where it will collect dust and be forgotten. Let’s hope that 2009 doesn’t get shoved in there next to it. I can hope at least……..

Hope everyone has a wonderful New Year and may it bring everything you wish or hope for. I know I’m happy to see it’s finally here.

Reflection of the Dating Year 2008

Hello to Everyone,

I'd like to take some time to reflect on my dating life in 2008. Basically, let's review it and kiss it good bye, haha. Like I did all those guys! haha.

Ok, so I started the year strong dating a 22yr old Engineer. I was really into him, until he had some weird spastic outbursts. Nothing too bad, I just felt like I was dating a child. Although he was pretty hot and had good muscles. :)

Next was...Well, the boy next door. We did a lot together, until I went on my trip to Costa Rica and I realized that I don't really want someone like him. Plus, he was always more like a friend to me. I was never really attracted to him...(sad)...

Um, there's Costa Rica boys...

Then the Ginger Kid. Another youngin, pretty good looking. But not very commital to plans and he lived far away. About an hour...

Next, the stupid Sweater Vest. Barf! Or as one of my friend's called him, Frodo, haha. Man, I just can't get it right...

Now, I'm ending the year with the mind frame of live fun and care free. I'm dating a guy from school, Beanie Boy. I like him. He actually didn't wear a beanie on our date last night, shocking, I know. I laugh and can be a complete moron, and he doesn't care. And we get along really well.

But...Living the carefree, fun lifestyle that I decided to do, and not putting all of my eggs in one basket, so to speak...I'm dating someone else too. Yikes! Crazy, I know...

So we'll see what happens, more to come on that next week... I wish you all a wonderful New Year's eve and fabulous things to come in 2009!

Ciao,
Ariel

How old am I again???

Snow White here......

Went to see Four Christmases with Gym Monkey last week. Um, I cant tell you if it was good or not.........

I will say there were only 7 other people in the theater with us.... We were in the very back row....... We didn' pay any attention during entire first 45 minutes.......

All I can say is that I had lots of fun.......The movie - not so great.

Hope everyone has a fantastic Christmas!!!!

2nd Date-Beanie Boy

Okay, so I went on a second date with Beanie Boy. I would consider it a pretty good date, because he ended up working late, and was constantly calling me to make sure I knew what was going on. To me this says, good communicator. Plus he's always asking me personal questions like "what's my middle name" and "what does your Dad do?" These aren't questions that guys usually ask.

So our second date was pretty simple. We went to the movies and saw 4 Christmases. It was pretty funny, and we laughed the whole time. At the end we had sort of an awkward kiss. I think it's mostly because of the height difference. I wasn't paying attention, and there's all that space between us. And so he went to kiss me, and...Well let's just say it was awkward, so I looked at him and said "Oh, come here" And we had a quick little kiss. I know, I was kind of nervous, about making a fool of myself so I didn't mind much.

Things are good. But we'll see. I'm giving it 30 days of carefree before I get stressed about anything. Well, that's the plan anyway.

More to come,
~Ariel

The Past 3 Months....

Hi guys it's Cinderella...remember me?!! After being called out by Snow White I figured I needed to get my ass onto our blog and bring everyone up to date about my past 3 months :) Well the main reason I have gone missing is that yes, I have finally found a frog that could very well be my prince! Its been an awesome 3 months of being with... Mr.Right. He is the most caring, understanding, and sweetest man I have ever been with. He says what he means and is never misleading in his actions. He tells me he loves me, that I am the only girl he wants to be with and that I am amazing to him. We actually go out and do things like go to the aquarium or hiking at deception pass or just something as simple as making dinner and watching movies. I have never been with another person who wants to experience things other than parties, bars and drinking and drugs or who treats me as if I am just the person to fill in the blank space for a moment. I feel safe with him and know that I can count on him to be there and call me back when I call him for God's sake. I forgot how good it feels to have comfort of knowing that when you call a guy he is A) going to answer or B) going to call you back within the hour. Its really silly to think about what I got use to or gave excuses for when thinking back about all the guys that I dated when i was single. I was a complete idiot when thinking back on the last 2 years of dating.

I would let guys get away with so much.... like breaking dates over text messaging and then not answering the phone when I called to get an answer of what the hell was going on. Or being the week girlfriend and never the weekend date. Or being okay with a guy who told me that he couldn't date me anymore because he was thinking about his ex!! REALLY...I should of bitch slapped the lot of them and called it good, but instead I just took it up the ass and made them my friends. I was so naive and now can see my mistakes because Mr.Right has shown me what it really means to love someone and treat them as your equal.

Of course I have my reservations but just mainly because I am afraid to fully show everything about myself. I'm scared that there will be some aspect of me that isn't completely ideal to him. It's ridiculous to hold out because of this sort of notion but I can't help it. He seems to perfect to be real. Honestly I need to get over myself, but it's really hard when you have been disappointed in the male race!

That being said... I am still have a wonderful time being adored and cherished and living life to its fullest with Mr.Right. I have meet most of his family (that's another story) and I love them and his 41/2 yr old daughter. I feel right at home with them all, and I'm sure I will have many other things to blog about as this relationship develops... Until then just know I haven't forgotten about you, that I am just having a fabulous time!

Cinderella
xoxo

Unexpected Date

First of all, I'd like to say kudos to Snow White for Moving on(:

Now, I've been through some annoying ups and downs with the frogs out there, so after Sweater Vest, I decided to give up the dating for awhile. I decided to not date anyone and to focus on school. Forget these guys, they only cause stress and heart ache for me, who needs'em.

So, it's finals week...I'm working my ass off trying to do my best work, and I find myself working on a 2min film. Well...I don't know anything about Apple computers and media software, so I've been working with this guy in my class. Let's call him...Beanie Boy (he's always wearing a beanie).

A little background information on Beanie Boy: Very tall about 6ft., brown eyes and hair, a little dorky, graduating from UW this Spring, 24years old, and a Libra. I do know more but we'll start with this, haha.

Ok, so I'm working in the Media Center with Beanie Boy all day. Probably like 8 hours. And before this we've been flirting in class. He likes to kick me like we're in elementry or something, and he compliments me in funny ways. I think that I find him adorable. Well, in these 8 hours he asks me random questions like he has a gay Aunt, and how do I feel about this. He wants to know how religious I am, and if I want kids. I swear, I told him my whole life story. I just honestly feel so comfortable around him.

Well, next thing you know it's night time and we decide to go have dinner. See, before, I just considered this a flirty thing at school. No big deal, I mean, I'm not dating anyone, right!? And next thing you know, I'm on an official dinner date! We're at dinner and he's asking me more about my life. No one does that! Not now anyway. It's great! And he of course picks up the check. He hugs me and wants to call me on winter break. Because we're not going to see eachother like at school.

It's just funny that one minute I swear men off and the next I'm on an unexpected date. WTH?
More to come on Beanie Boy.

~Ariel

Moving On......

A new era in my life is coming and I am welcoming the change with open arms. I’m just having a really hard time getting it started. I haven’t ever talked about The Ex on this blog. He is one of my best friends, my landlord, and the guy I love. Oh, you read the landlord part – pretty weird I know. He owns a duplex and lives on one side while I rent the other side, it’s actually been really nice because I absolutely love living by myself- but the time has come for me to move on. We constantly fight because we both still have feelings for each other but just can’t seem to make it work.

I am moving in with one of my other best friends who lives in a house about three minutes away from where I currently live. I know it’s still really close but at least it’s not in my face close. The Ex and I have been trying to break it off for a little over a year and just can’t seem to do that either. I know he thinks of me as his best friend as well and we have been trying to keep our friendship as strong as it is while trying to separate ourselves from each other. I hope that makes sense? Well, I’ve come to the realization that this just isn’t possible. No matter what either one of us does its going to hurt the other person. It hurts when I leave my house in the morning to go to work and I see he didn’t make home the night before (he is currently dating another one of his ex-girlfriends – whatever!!!) And I know it hurts him when I don’t come home, I’ve always been completely honest with him when it comes to who and when I’m dating someone – so he knows all about Gym Monkey.

We both realize that this relationship isn’t going to work and we want to start dating other people, we just don’t want the other person to date other people. Which is incredibly selfish and childish but when you’re hurt you pretty much don’t care if you are acting your age or not. I’m having a really hard time starting this moving process though – I don’t want to say goodbye to the friendship that I have with him. I know once I move out our friendship is going to drastically change. While I will most definitely be a lot happier it’s still really hard letting it go. I’m hoping that once some time has gone by that we can pick up where we left off after both of us has healed. While I’m friends with all my ex’s the friendship never seems the same after you break up. I really wish that doesn’t happen to us.

On a happier note, I’m really excited to move in with my friend, she is going through the exact same thing as me and we are going to help each other through it. We are going to have a blast with all the parties and boys and cryfests and more boys. So this is the week, the week I get my ass into gear and make myself move. I should be all moved in and settled by the new year and ready to move on!!! Wish me luck for good things to come for the coming year and no more drama – I’ve had enough of that in the last year to last me a lifetime.

Till next time,
Snow White

MIA Cinderella

So if you guys havent noticed, Cinderella is missing in action. Not really but on this blog she is. She has a boyfriend. She has no reason to be writing on this blog now. We secretly hate her and her happiness, not really though. Ariel and I are very happy for her. I am moving in with another best friend who is newly single so you should be hearing from her shortly. Feel free to send hate mail to Cinderella for getting a boyfriend and abandoning this blog before really even got started.

Figgy Pudding

Snow White here……..

I’m not so much writing about a particular date or a particular someone today. Today I will be writing about the perils of being single during the holidays. There are so many things wrong with being single during this time of year while at the same time being oh so right. There are so many questions and uncertainty during this time, at least for me there is. Do you subject the person that you have been dating for a couple months to your not so normal family gatherings? Do you buy them a present? These are the things that have been running through my head these past couple of weeks.

I know that everyone thinks their family is crazy. And I agree that most people’s families have the best way of embarrassing you and making you wish that you were adopted. My family is not like this. They are the most caring and thoughtful individuals that I have ever met. The whole lot of them strive to be the best that they can be and encourage and truly wish the same for you. BUT, yes there is a but, we have two weird traditions that I love and couldn’t go through the holidays without. The problem is that I grew up doing these traditions every year, so it all seems rather normal to me. I found out later in life that “normal” families do not do the same things we do. I’m sure by now your interest is peaked and you are wondering what the hell we do that could be so abnormal. Well let the craziness begin.

I spend Christmas with my dad’s side of the family every year, I’ve never missed one in my 26 years and don’t plan on missing one EVER. Every year we have roast “beast” for dinner and it’s always fantastic!!! Here is where it starts to get a little nutty. After dinner we all sit around the dinner table, turn all the lights off except for the lit candles on the table, my grandma brings out the figgy pudding and sets it in front of my grandpa (If you’ve ever had figgy pudding then you know that it is a vile creation, it gives me goose bumps just thinking about it.). My grandpa then proceeds to pour a brandy and everclear mixture over the top of it and lights it on fire. The first sight of that pretty blue flame we all start to sing – what do we sing you ask? Well of course non other than “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” – you know the song. Are picturing this in your head now? Fifteen people sitting around in the dark with a figgy pudding on fire in the middle of the table singing “Oh bring us some figgy pudding, Oh bring us some figgy pudding, Oh bring us some figgy pudding, and bring it right here!!! We wont go until we get some, we wont go until we get some, we wont go until we get some, so bring it right here.” All the while my grandpa over poured the brandy/everclear mixture and the table cloth is catching on fire.

The lingerie box. We have this pink lingerie box that has lace all over it from the 1920’s that someone had gotten something in – it’s not important. I don’t know how this started but someone had re-gifted a present in this box and I guess the family thought it was HILARIOUS. Well the tradition of the lingerie box started there and hasn’t stopped yet. Someone every year will get a gift in this box, you then have to keep it and protect it from being damaged all year and then find something that fits in it to re-gift it the next year. Then when the person unwraps their gift everyone points and laughs and says “Oh man, you got the lingerie box, hahahahahaha!!!!” I love the fact that this happens every year and it is still as funny as when someone got it the year before.

So now that you know some of the weird things that go on during my holidays. What would you do? I know that if someone really likes you then they should accept your family and blah blah blah blah. BUT do you really want to put you and your family out there like that so soon? I think not, guess its going to be another holiday season hanging out with the fam singing Christmas carols around the burning table and probably getting that damn box that I have to keep for a year and I’ll be doing it all by myself!!!

Peace out biotches!!!!

The end of SweaterVest

So here I am a week later...(this is the dating world in it's ugly truth)...Yes, Sweatervest ended up committing to going out on Friday. But on Wed. we also made plans to go out on that same Saturday... So after staying at his house and "you know what" on Friday, I asked if we were still on for Saturday night.
Where he reconfirmed the plans, "yes, I'm going to watch the Coug game and then we'll go out."
So 330pm hits and he calls, drunk as all hell. Says he'll call again in a few hours, he wants to watch a few more games...(all the while, I'm thinking, okay...it's football, I understand)
To his word, he calls at 630 or so, tells me he's eating some fast food (which voids our dinner plans) and asks me "what I'm up to tonight."
WTHell!!!! I am thourghly confused at this point!!! I thought we had dinner plans. I thought he was really into me, considering we've been dating for two months or so now and everything is going good. (so I thought)... I'm pissed so I ask him what he is doing in my "I"m don with your crap tone of voice" and confirm that I'll call him when I'm done with dinner...

So SweaterVest ends up texting me, saying that "I"m down to hang out tonight, but I have to get up early"....(Interpretation: Dude, if you want to hang out come over, but I don't really care)...

So I respond: " Oh, that's ok, I'm hanging out with some friends, call me later"

And that's it...Haven't heard a word since.

Now I ask...WTH!!! Dating for two months and I don't even get a response. For fuck's sake! I guess he wasn't into me! What was I thinking! I honestly feel like I was dating a 21 year old. How funny...Because he was 25, and out of college....

Must be a prime example of: He's just not that into me.
Too bad it took Two months to find this out! I really wish he would've come out and said that he wasn't looking for a real relationship.
And now I feel used, and done...I don't want anything to do with men... I highly doubt that I can find anyone that appreciates me for who I am in the next 6 months or so...

I AM DONE
Ariel

Midnight

So it's almost midnight and here I am...analyzing away...what I do best.

Is he, sweatervest, really into me or not? Are we moving forward or is this just another guy, I mean frog? Why is it that we only hang out on weekends? Is he really too busy? What is going on?!!!

I really can't handle it...

I asked him today " do you want to go out with my friends and I on Friday?" And he says, " Well, let me see what's going on this weekend? I'll let you know tomorrow. Probably. But I'll let you know tomorrow..."

What kind of answer is that!!! Shouldn't he be really excited to hang out with me? WTF?
And it's always that we spend one night a week together. It's been 6weeks now, you'd think there'd be some progression..
Maybe I'm just freaking out. Maybe sweatervest will get it together. But will I be able to wait.
I don't know...
When do the games stop...

xoxo
Wishful Ariel

Scariest Date Ever!! Not bad scary, scary scary!!!

Ok, so I am still seeing GymMonkey, but definitely not limiting myself to one guy. We hangout maybe once or twice a week. Anyways, we have been having lots of discussions on ghosts lately – don’t ask it just happens. He is a very firm believer in ghosts, I am not – I have a very hard time believing that dead people’s spirits are roaming this earth watching and trying to scare/communicate/hurt/touch living people. He tells me that he’s going to prove it me…….. I say bring it on!!!!

He tells me all about this cemetery in Maltby – I’m actually disclosing this place because I think everybody should check it out. We go out and want to make this as scary as possible – so what do we do? We go see SAW V first of course, while this movie isn’t about ghosts, its still gory as hell and leaves lasting images in your head of people getting their hands sawed off while being shot with nail bombs. Needless to say I watched most of the movie peeking through my fingers like a little girl. After the movie we head over to the cemetery, but he forgot to mention that this cemetery sits in the middle of a freaking forest!!! Oh yeah, we had to go on a hike through the creepiest trail just to get there. He also forgot to mention that half the bodies in there were dug up for a housing development, so half of it sits in the middle of the woods and half of it sits in this person’s back-yard. (side note: who buys a house that was built on a dug up cemetery? Haven’t they seen Poltergeist?)

As we start walking up the trail it starts getting narrower and narrower, so now I either have to go in front or in back. If I go in front I have to deal with the spider webs and finding my footing on this overgrown trail that I don’t think anyone has walked up in years. Or I have to go in back which leaves me completely open to be abducted and carried off in the woods so my hands can get sawed off while being shot with nail bombs. I took the back because spiders freak me the fuck out!!! I’ll deal with my hands getting sawed off when that time comes.

After about a half hour trek on this trail we finally get to the top – where I almost starting having a panic attack. I was so scared out of mind I could barely breathe. We have to walk through this person’s backyard to get to the actual cemetery and I completely freeze up. But only until GymMonkey kept walking and I realized that I was going to be left behind, then I hauled ass to catch up to him and grab onto his arm. I need you to understand that I couldn’t see a god-damned thing it was so dark. It was probably around 12:30pm at this time and there was a full moon out – but since we were in the woods the stupid trees wouldn’t let any moonlight in. We walk around on these small trails tripping over the tombstones we couldn’t see and reading the ones we could.

This cemetery is located on a hill, so it has one level, then a level below that, and then the last level below that. The lower levels are very much deep in the woods and extremely dark. We are trying to get down to the lower level and what do we see in the distance, is that a ladder? What is a ladder doing in the middle of a cemetery in the woods you ask? Well after it taking us about twenty minutes to get down there, we figured out someone built a fort, and it had those Blair-witch homemade creepy stick things hanging all over it. I was out after that, ghosts don’t make creepy stick things, crazy psycho people who saw your hands off and shoot you with nail bombs do.

Now while I THOUGHT I saw some things and THOUGHT I heard some things I’m still not completely sold on the whole ghost thing. I am sold on the fact that I’m scared shitless of the dark. People are freaks who would live in a house where dead bodies used to be. People who make creepy stick things and hangout in a fort in the middle of a cemetery are scary. And last but not least, even if you don’t see any ghosts, its still just as scary to be standing in a cemetery on a full moon night in the middle of the woods. I’ve never been more scared in my life- that was Gym Monkey’s objective and it totally worked.

We are going on more ghost hunting trips in the future, I’ll let you know if we find any.

Snow White

Ariel's Journey

So I'm on another journey of this dating thing... Is he just another frog that I have to kiss, or is he a prince? It's really too early to tell.

I met SweaterVest at a party. I happened to be talking to this girl about how cute her and her boyfriend were, and how hard it is to find a good guy. We were probably talking for a good 20min, and then she pointed SweaterVest out and said,
"he's really nice, you should meet him."
So I checked him out and said "ok. Sure."

Next thing you know we talked for 30min. Mind you, we were both a little drunk, but we were talking about real topics, like our goals and likes and dislikes. It was really a great conversation.

Now it's been a few weeks. We've been on a few dates. I finally kissed him.
The kiss, it took a couple of dates. I can tell that he's a serious person that wants to make the right choices. And if you know me, you know that's what I'm looking for too. Well, unless I'm intoxicated, hehe.

He brings me flowers and walks me to my car. He has a good job and goals. Right now, I really like him. He doesn't call that often. And he still lives with a bunch of guys, like he hasn't let go of the college years yet...But we will see...

I Really Know How to Make a First Impression

Snow White here!!!

Ok, I have been very casually dating someone for the past month. I thought that I would just write about how we met. It was at a bar, so I was drunk, I sort of made a fool out of myself. What better way to start out with the stories than one where I make an ass out of myself.

The princesses went out for Ariel's 26th birthday to a local bar/club to celebrate about a month ago. And I seriously drank a little too much - not puking too much, just I'm going to possibly make an ass out of myself too much. At around 11 o'clock I grab Cinderella by the hand and say “let's walk around this place and find some cute boys.” We both looked pretty hot so I knew that it was only going to be a matter of seconds before someone wanted to talk to us, right? We start out walking through the "Hip-Hop" dance room, no luck there. We then walk through to the other side of the bar and walk through the other dance floor, I notice one cute guy by the bar and as I walk by I look behind me and give the coy "I think you're cute" smile - you know the one ladies. We then proceed to the outside deck area, where we find NOBODY!!! I don’t know if it was unattractive night or what but it was full of unapproachable people. So, we turn around to go back inside and I'm thinking to myself at least there was the one guy by the bar. As we pass him I make eye contact and give the "I'm interested smile" (because those two smiles are completely different), and proceed to walk away. Cinderella then says "he just winked at you!", and of course I miss it!!! Dang it!! We are already half way across the bar by now - oh well, I’ll give it a few before I go over there again.

There was no need to, after about two minutes I'm talking to some other friends and low and behold who is standing behind me? The cute guy! I know I was pretty excited about it myself. But wait, he's talking to one of my friends, so I turn around and ask my friend if she knows this guy - pointing and all. Apparently they've known each other for awhile, so I let them talk and continue my conversation with a couple of my friends - feeling a little defeated at the time. After about five minutes I get sick of waiting for their conversation to end and I turn around and blurt out in my ever so sexy drunk voice "when are we going to talk, cause I know you followed me over here." Pretty smooth, if ask me. He says with a huge smile on his face "just give me one more sec and I'm all yours". Wait, did you just tell me to hold on a sec? This is not starting out good.

I continue to talk to my friends and he finishes up his conversation. We then walk out of the crowd and do the whole introduction thing. You know the name, how old, what do you do conversation.... Come to find out he owns his own business as a personal trainer. That's when I start trying to remember the last time I even went to the gym or did anything that could be considered exercise. Does walking outside to get the mail count? Or wait, I just went grocery shopping and totally had to walk around the grocery store- that definitely counts as exercise. He then asked me for my phone # before he forgot to get it. He enters it, I look at it and say "Yep, that's my number". We continue to talk about things that I have no recollection of, this is where it starts to get interesting. I do remember saying that the band that was playing sucked and then found out that it was his friend’s band and that was the reason why he was there in first place. I seriously need to learn how to keep my mouth shut sometimes.

We are continuing to talk and are getting along pretty good. I then get this really strong urge to kiss him. And blurt out while he is mid-sentence "I really want to kiss you". And him being the male that he is, says "then go for it". Yep folks, we were those really classy people making out in the middle of the bar, but we don’t care cause we're drunk. We talk, kiss, then talk again, and kiss again. It pretty much goes like this for another hour. Cinderella then informs me that one of our friends is drunk and needs help to the car. I tell, lets call him Gym Monkey (cause of his job....I don’t know), that I will be right back. So we get our friend in the car and she is safe and sound, I run back in the bar to say goodbye to my new found friend. Except he's gone..... I literally looked everywhere and found nothing!!! I get really sad, and just hope that he calls me later.

Fast forward to that Monday, still no call from Gym Monkey, have pretty much chalked it up to a fun kissing session. I forgot to tell you he's one of the best kissers too. He does that thing where he holds your face and then stops the kiss just to look in your eyes thing, AMAZING, but I digress. So I log onto Myspace (cause isn’t that what we all do when we get to work on Monday morning), and what do I see? Is that a friend request? From whom you ask, Gym Monkey. And I'm thinking to my self, what the hell?? You don’t have the time to call but you have the time to track me down on Myspace? I accept his request and promptly ask him this question. Later that day he responds with "You gave me the wrong number, I tried to call you that night cause I couldn’t find you and some guy answered at the phone # you gave me. At this point I start hysterically laughing, cause I can just picture him calling me at 1:30am trying to find my drunk ass and then having a dude answer the phone.

So, we exchange numbers and he ends up calling later that day, we promptly make plans for our first date. Later that day I was thinking over all of these events and then realized something…….. If I were a guy and tried to call some girl I met at a bar and it ended up being the wrong number I would think that she purposely gave me the wrong number. Would I then track this so called person down on Myspace just to find out if she actually gave me the wrong #? NO! Because then it would make me look like a creepy Myspace guy…… I promptly call him and tell him this of course.

The dating past of Cinderella (the short version)

Hi, I'm Cinderella. Let me tell you a little about myself before I dish out all the juicy stories of my dating adventures. I'm 26 yrs old going on 27 soon and I have the perfect job, family, and friends. I love my life I have had alot of awesome moments. I'm definately open to new experiences and I am willing to try something a least once. I'm a little on the ditzy side and definately have my "blonde" moments ;) but at the same time I'm intelligent and know what I want. The only real recurring problem in my life is my love life. It has always been a huge disater zone for me! I should practically have warnings signs stapled to my butt saying "Warning this area of her life is totally messed up. Enter at your on risk!". Not that I'm crazy or that I am someone uncapable of love. It's just that I don't know how to pick them and it seems to me that god maybe playing a huge practical joke on me! j/k. I'm not that pathetic :) Just haven't found the one yet, but I have high hopes that I will and it will be sublime.

Unlike Cinderella my dating life has not been from rags to riches. More like from rags to a potato sack covered in mud. What I'm trying to say is that most of the men I have dated have ended up being complete disappointments. It always starts out being amazing and lots of fun but eventually ends in tears. Usually mine. I take complete responsibility in these disasters because its definitely my choice in men and the fact that sometimes I ignore the signs that they will be terrible mistakes, especially if I really like the person. I have this annoying habit of thinking that the irresistible perfect man is the bad boy who I should of ran in the opposite direction rather than go flying in their all so welcoming arms! The only great thing about these dating experiences are the many really funny stories I have to go along with them (and believe me they are a lot!)

~Ariel's Intro~

Ok, so I’m Ariel, obviously not, but she was my favorite Princess when I was a kid. Anyway, I’m 26 and going back to school fulltime. I’m currently going to the University of Washington to major in Global Studies. Do I know what I’m going to do when I’m done? NO. But, I totally plan to know sooner than later(o: I certainly know what I don’t want to do…Accounting.

So, my dating life seems to be filled with nerds or assholes. I would like to find an intelligent man that’s still a guy’s guy. Someone, who watches football, but likes to go wine tasting, and reads, and even knows how to fix things. This type of guy is really hard to find apparently.

So while dating, I’m the girl that is a little timid now a days. I’ve had some tough experiences where I thought I had met my prince, and he turned out to be an ASS. Now I hold back and try to figure out where the guy is coming from. Sometimes I meet them at bars and yes, I end up being the crazy drunk one. And other times it’s a friend of a friend. And for some strange reason I’ve been dating a lot of younger guys. None of these strategies seem to be working for me, lol.

When hanging out with the other Princesses I am the quiet one, unless I’m drunk. Then I turn into the flirty chit chatty one, who dances all night long. The other Princesses are usually the ones who get me in trouble and push me out of my boundaries. I love them so much!!!

TTYL
~Ariel
xoxo

Introductions

Hi, I’m Snow White.

No that’s not my real name, we are using fake names to protect ourselves. Some of the things that we are writing on here are things that other people might not want out there for the world to read. This first post is going to be me introducing myself to you. I’m twenty six years old and have some horror/hilarious/crazy dating stories that I want to share, who knows maybe they will help someone else out or at least make them laugh. It happens a lot so don’t feel bad.

I am the trouble-maker out of the three princesses. I am 99% of the time the one that’s up the latest. I am usually always down to go to some random guys house that I met at the bar for the “after-party”- even though I know the only reason why they are asking is to try to get me into bed. But what usually ends up happening is me held up in some wrestling move because I challenged some guy to a fighting match because I think I’m tough when I drink.

I also like to think that I’m pretty funny. So I NEED to date someone who can keep up with my oh so witty remarks and shoot them right back at me. It’s no fun to have one-sided wit contest. I am one of the biggest flirts I know, and am at my best game while text messaging. Text sex is way better than phone sex – you guys really need to check that out.

I tend to find myself in these ridiculous situations without realizing how I got there…… well I do, but I think I have an alter-ego that takes control over my decision making. All of a sudden I’ll be “what the fuck am I doing?”, either that or I wake up trying to remember where my clothes are and how the hell they got off me in the first place?? Hopefully that wasn’t too much information for our first meeting. I will try to be as honest as possible when writing, so you might want to get used to it. I think that’s enough for now.

Snow White signing off….. I’ll let you know how the weekend went.



Picture borrowed from Pink Sherbet Photography on Flickr.