Hello Weirdness

I've ignored this blog for quite some time now, mostly because i intend to use it to tell stories, and i haven't really had any stories i wanted to tell. As such, i didn't think that i'd been having any visitors, as the people that read this blog know where i am and what i'm doing anyway. So, i was definitely surprised yesterday when i checked my sitemeter for the first time in, oh, a month, and i'd had over 200 visits to my blog. I'd also gotten a comment on my sexting post (from way back in the day) calling me a whore.

After sifting through some of the hits, i realized that just about every single referral was to the sexting post. Did someone do a report about having text message sex? I'm not an authority on this at all. Anyway, i'm trying to figure out what brought all this traffic to me all of a sudden. If any of you have any ideas that would shed some light on this for me, i'd be grateful.

in the meantime, i'm still posting random thoughts/ideas over at my tumblr.

I started a new blog

The Awful Dates Blog is dedicated to sharing stories of bad dates.

Send me your stories, and we'll publish them for the entire world to hear about how awful dating can actually be.

The Awful Dates Blog

Still over here

theverbald.tumblr.com

Speed Dating Results

Speed dating results:

• No matches (i think i said “yes” to one or maybe two people, but not because i wanted to see them again…. because i wanted to know if they said yes to me.”
• One guy walked away from me saying “Oh Jesus…” under his breath. I couldn’t stop laughing for the next guy.
• None of the men were over 5’9.
• One full on gay man who seemingly hasn’t accepted his gayness.
• One really bad set of teeth
• 24 attractive, reasonably smart women getting very drunk because they couldn’t bear it otherwise.

All in all — If you’re a single man, and you’re looking to meet decent women go speed dating. You’ll clean up if you’re:

• Not a midget
• Can hide your social issues for 3 mins.
• Able to count to 10 without using your fingers.
• Can read beyond a 5th grade level (i.e. you can read USA Today without getting a headache).

Good Luck and happy hunting men! If you consider shooting ducks in a barrel hunting.

I'm in love

with the bachelor. in all seriousness, a witty, tall, brittish man is the most likely type of man to get into my heart. why don't they exist?

I don't know how i feel about my tumblr blog. i like it more because it's very easy to post, but i dislike it, because it seems less a medium for writing and more a medium for sharing shit you find on the internet.

I'm thinking of keeping both blogs, but i don't know. Does anyone even go over to the new blog? there's only like 5 of you that read this, so does it really matter?

NEW LOCATION!!!

i'm trying out tumblr.

find me at: theverbald.tumblr.com

You know your basketball team sucks when they break the record for fewest points scored in a game in the big 10 tournament.

sucky suck suck.

Affair averted (for now)

After some thought and input, i decided that i would be willing to risk all future happiness and engage in a torrid affair. I reasoned that potentially having the experience of a lifetime would be worth the potential heartbreak. Chances are, I wouldn't fall in love w/ this guy and i could have some sex, which has been severely lacking in my life for the past year and a half or so. I also figured that if i did fall for this guy and he fell for me, at least i would know that i'm not the relationship kryptonite i feel like.

Yesterday potential affair gchatted me, and we were talking for quite some time when i suggested that his idea of a torrid affair wasn't necessarily a bad one. Potential affair seemed somewhat taken aback at my reaction saying "you don't seem like the torrid affair type." Well, of course i'm not. That's why i haven't had sex in forever. He then stated that he wasn't the torrid affair type either, and that since he's moving, "if there's a real connection between us, it would make things complicated." I say -- put your money where your mouth is buddy.

The more i think about it, the more i think that trying is better than avoiding. Like Meg said, it's not like I'd be forever ruined if we engaged in this fling. At best and at worst, I'd have the memory. This just leads to the inevitable question -- when does living a risk averse life become not living? It's not like i have men banging down my door to fall in love with me or sleep with me for that matter. At this point it's out of my hands, but for the record, i was and am, in.

On another note, I'm working really hard at finishing my apartment and job hunting. It's all really mundane but at least the sun's shining and i can open my windows.

Input please

Let's say that you've met someone and they seem incredible/awesome/perfect to you. Now let's say that this person would also have a dynamic effect upon you in the bedroom. The problem is this person is moving in a very short period of time. Do you accept the offer of a "torrid affair" and potentially ruin any man to walk in front of you in the future, or do you go your merry way, constantly wondering if you missed out on life's ultimate experience?

i realized this week that i spend a lot of my time trying to make one of my cats jealous of the other, thereby challenging the power dynamic that is their epic struggle for domination of the territory.

The problem is, i can't tell who's winning because both of my cats are black and when they fight they look like a giant tumbleweed of black fur. I'm rooting for red cat though.

Crushes!!!

I am always hoping that one of these days one of my friends is going to have a long lost friend come by who just happens to be the man of my dreams (and also thinks the same of me [that i'm the girl of his dreams, not the man]). Since I don't see that happening any time soon, every once in a while i will be reminded that a certain actor/musician/writer is someone i would totally do.

Tom Cavanaugh is one of those guys on whom i have a crush. I just think he plays really adorable and/or funny characters, and I really like anyone who can talk quickly (even if they are just reciting lines, for some reason it makes me think that the person's smart). I loved him in Ed, I loved the show Love Monkey (and i was SUPER bummed when it was canceled) and every time he has a cameo I think, something to the effect of "swoon." I think i like him because he makes me laugh. (though, i was watching a Scrubs episode w/ him recently and he had too much botox in his forehead and he didn't seem as funny. i guess that's the danger of botox.) Anyway, i know that my laundry list of characteristics for men is pretty demanding if not damned impossible, but every time i see a guy/character like that i just think that somehow, somewhere I'm going to meet someone who is relatively successful, funny, smart, tall, and not ugly (or like wearing plaid pants). I have that hope.

On good days, I have hope that i won't be single forever, that my unemployment stint will come to an end, and that I will come to an upswing in what can only be described as a wholly shiteous 6 months. I think crushes are a good sign that I haven't lost all hope. The best thing about crushes is that they are nothing but a fantasy -- something to jump start my thought process into a happier place. It is fun for me to imagine meeting a quick-witted, entirely fuckable guy and talking to him about banana pancakes (i don't like them, but i like the way the words sound together) and Thomas Pynchon and football.

I am happy that tonight i realized i still have the ability to have a crush on an actor. That means that I haven't lost all hope, that I'm not in the pits of despair yet, and that so long as I can remember these small things I can keep my head up and keep trucking on. Now i just have to finish painting, get my fiction writing back on track and hit up the gym. Next week the temperature should be heating up so I have that to look forward to, and I'm going to take that weather and run with it. Well, I'm going to try to, because i know what i am doing isn't working for me right now.

So today, I am happy for crushes. Maybe tomorrow I'll have something else to be thankful for.