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...
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, October 10, 2008
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
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.
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.
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