tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71836734324169887192011-04-21T13:18:46.931-07:00...it's overrated anyways...Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-60747883847927942952007-04-14T21:14:00.000-07:002007-04-14T22:58:03.399-07:00

Between work and school, I haven't had time for male-related... well, anything. Except that creepy old bald guy who came in to the restaurant I work at with his friend after a jog, in sweaty jogging shorts, with sweat pooring out of his bald little head. Ick. Look, I love a good run/workout as much as anyone, but hit the showers, then the bistros. In that order. Seriously.Since FF sent a text

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-86234437269201747262007-04-09T21:15:00.000-07:002007-04-09T21:35:23.174-07:00

So the situation that I thought had been resolved apparently wasn't.This became clear tonight when I opened my e-mail and found a letter from Friend's Friend. In it, he asks what my week is like and, well, see for yourself. He writes:I'd like to either buy you lunch or cook you dinner, under a date-ish pretext since last time we were just hanging out.And I was floored. Because I thought we were

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-14848231247154386442007-04-04T19:52:00.000-07:002007-04-04T21:40:35.953-07:00

So I got an e-mail from Friend's Friend. For a day or so, I was afraid to open it, horrified at being scolding for "leading him on" and possibly using words like "slut" and "cock tease." But it was not that sort of e-mail.He is obviously the more mature one.In fact, the e-mail was nice. He says that he had fun and doesn't regret "liking me" or kissing me. He just regrets how defensively he acted,

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-36486047496018249432007-04-02T15:51:00.000-07:002007-04-02T16:11:39.575-07:00

In an attempt to assauge the mild guilt over blowing off a potential friend, I related the story to several female friends. All of them came to the same conclusion: guys do not understand girls. No, I shouldn't have agreed to go to his place when my only motive was to kick his ass MarioKart and had no desire to make out. It sent the wrong message. But women are good at sending mixed messages,

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-34874214145667510782007-03-30T12:37:00.000-07:002007-03-30T14:25:13.265-07:00

So yesterday, after blowing him off time and time again, I finally hung out with Friend's Friend again. Hey, it's Spring Break! We were just going to drink beer and play games. Like, you know, Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit. I wasn't even sure if was a date, since I hadn't actually seen him in months and it didn't have a "date"-like feel. Man, I have no idea what gets into my head to make me think

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-24177511331496093412007-03-15T10:04:00.000-07:002007-03-15T10:15:16.911-07:00

I have not posted in a while because I have nothing to post. No dates, no crushes, no funny e-mails from idiots. I think this dating blog might just fizzle out before I ever truly get it started. Last week I met one of my heroes and got some great advice about getting my dream job, which sent me into a career-motivated spiral.At the start of the year, I thought I was ready to really get down to

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-14057818057647158432007-03-05T16:38:00.000-08:002007-03-05T17:16:44.683-08:00

No dating news because - get this! - I'm sick. Chicken Soup and Kleenex sick. NyQuil and Couch Naps sick. I felt it coming on all weekend, especially after some girlfriends (Blaine and Cherry) and I drank a pitcher too many at a local pub to celebrate...errr... well, I'm sure it was something. Maybe the fact that the tree of us hadn't been out together in a while. (Blaine, Cherry, and I always

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-21922858128271066672007-02-28T19:29:00.000-08:002007-02-28T19:49:14.635-08:00

Today I was talking to a classmate about dating. Eric was joking around about the best way to impress girls and he told me this story:Eric asked a girl out and within five minutes of the date, realized it was a mistake. For whatever reason (he did not elaborate), he didn't think they were at all compatible. Anyhow, their date was at an art museum. Once they got there, he went to a painting and

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-745026921083252222007-02-26T09:23:00.000-08:002007-02-26T09:35:24.780-08:00

I know there are creeps out there but it's very rare they just tell you they're bonkers up-front. It should be refreshing. Instead I'm thinking about putting an extra lock on my door.This old guy (57) introduced himself by saying he's too old and I don't match him much anyhow (44%) . Then he continues to babble on about how we should ignore that and meet anyway, because he's in love with me.

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-62149449784020813092007-02-23T18:22:00.000-08:002007-02-23T19:21:43.583-08:00

So OkCupid has been useless. The only emails I've received are lame missed-IM messages. I even tried to answer to one but the IM gadget thingy doesn't seem to work on my computer. It's probably better because I'd just get drunk and insult the idiots who IM me. "Hi, r u bored?" is a typical greeting. Most guys using stupid IM features on these types of sites either want to hook up immediately for

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-21626289616621532007-02-23T08:56:00.000-08:002007-02-23T09:03:17.608-08:00

Note to self: If you feel a cold coming and are craving Vitamin C, orange juice is a good idea. Mixing copious amounts of vodka into said juice might not be.Just for the record, I'm not trying to offend anyone from Virginia. I love it there! It's beautiful (especially in the fall) and people are very friendly. However, a lot of people I've met from there and South Carolina are still a bit touchy

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-88854218017102654952007-02-22T21:58:00.000-08:002007-02-22T22:17:23.085-08:00

I have not had sex in a long, long time. I'm sure I've set some sort of record broken only by Saints. It's bad. And I cannot stop lusting after Virginia.He is a few years my senior, has spent lots of time bouncing around Community Colleges (as have I) and has even done a stint in the military (usually I hate military guys because, sadly, they fall into that bald-aggressive stereotype). He's a bit

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-10545496159328986302007-02-21T08:56:00.000-08:002007-02-21T10:27:21.890-08:00

I have a crush.I've only met him twice, so as far as I know he could be married or have a girlfriend or even be gay (my gaydar sucks) or possibly all three given my luck.He's intelligent and nerdy but about fun stuff, like radio, politics, and books. He wears glasses (which for some reason I love - why I tend to like men in specs is a mystery to me) and does crosswords. *sigh* He's a little too

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-64188692709886363082007-02-18T20:35:00.000-08:002007-02-19T02:43:01.244-08:00

A month ago my Best Girlfriend Ever visited from a few states away. She wanted some ice cream late at night. I rummaged through my freezer. All I found was a year-old ice cream sandwich purchased by The Ex during a beer-run. "You need to throw that away," she told me. "It's sick to keep it."She was right. BGE is wise. But I couldn't. And truthfully, I still haven't. Just like I've kept the tie he

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-47170361199757175092007-02-16T04:53:00.000-08:002007-02-16T05:07:52.811-08:00

One of the things about being single and living alone that is not often discussed is the Nightmare Paradox. It is not scientifically a paradox, mind you, but it sounds cooler than "nightmare problem".Because of a certain medical problem, I've been watching a lot of TV. (Okay, damn it, I broke my leg a few months ago and am at the tail end of recovery. That's why I've been putting off dating - I

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-72423615845272096322007-02-11T21:37:00.000-08:002007-02-11T21:46:09.574-08:00

You know what sucks?Not only am I totally single and alone this Valentine's Day, but I get to spend the evening in my stupid math class.I win the Bad V-Day Plans award. I guess I'll have to get a large bottle of cheap wine to greet me when I get home from dividing fractions at 9 pm.PS, this bit from Not A Girl, Not Yet a Wino on (lack of) weight loss is brilliant, especially the bit about

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-80325767479265668292007-02-09T10:17:00.000-08:002007-02-09T12:31:38.549-08:00

I spoke too soon regarding the lack of OkCupid mail despite having indicated an "unavailable" status. (Which is still untrue, sadly, but am taking a break from internet dating.) Again I logged in via taking a quiz and there were 3 new messages. None of them acknowledge that it says "seeing someone" in bold letters at the top of my profile rather than "single". Perhaps they're hoping I'll break

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-32917054451207987492007-02-07T18:17:00.000-08:002007-02-07T18:27:36.198-08:00

The older I get, the more hangovers strike me down like bolts of lightening from the hands of Dionysus himself. Wait, Zeus was the lightening guy right? Or was it Thor? My head is too fuzzy and pounding to bother looking it up.I didn't even drink that much last night (well, not as much as I might have in other circumstances) and I was home by 11. Gone are the days when I could stay up with

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-43571754359343923042007-02-05T19:11:00.000-08:002007-02-11T21:47:07.360-08:00

Like many people who have hopped from community college to community college, I have an exceptional number of college credits, not one of them math. At least none of the transferable ones. In other words, I am exactly one math class short of an AA but because the remedial-get-to-the-stastics classes I took at my old school don't transfer, I am stuck retaking them.Because it had been three years

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-824987406861143712007-02-04T09:36:00.000-08:002007-02-04T12:19:32.463-08:00

Seriously, MySpace is a like a robot. Its inventor had good intentions but soon it was out of control and now it cannot be saved, it must be destroyed. I really need to stop falling asleep to the Sci-Fi Channel.Yes, I use MySpace. I got suckered in a while ago, made a profile, and put up a few photos. My friends and I send each other stupid comments or YouTube videos or disturbing pictures of

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-22686697600761007692007-02-02T15:50:00.000-08:002007-02-02T17:18:16.251-08:00

OkCupid.com has a lot of personality tests created by users and these are often linked to in blogs. Since my account is set to save my password and automatically log me in, every time I click someone's link to take a quiz (like "Which Ghostbuster Are You?" or "The 1776 Trivia Test") I get logged in.This morning, when I clicked on such a test, I was happy to see that I had no new mail in my

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-49566898051241988452007-02-01T19:35:00.000-08:002007-02-01T19:58:35.781-08:00

I am drinking a martini and watching Jeopardy! when it hits me: I have become my grandmother.That's right. I completely skipped over becoming my mother and became Nana.When Nana would visit, we'd sit in the orange chair. She'd drink a gin martini and let me eat the olives. We'd do word-finds or crosswords and watch Murder, She Wrote and game shows together.I prefer vodka to gin, but otherwise,

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-32989318459849065892007-01-28T18:04:00.000-08:002007-01-28T18:59:14.466-08:00

"The only you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person." - Chuck PalahniukA guy in my class likes me but it is not Virigina. Naturally.Tech--a self proclaimed tech geek--is not my type in more ways than I can explain. He's over thirty, he's bald, he's overweight, he has a weird voice. He is nice, and smart, and I like him as a classmate and as someone to play video games

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-74581879643391042372007-01-27T22:04:00.000-08:002007-01-27T23:06:53.366-08:00

I had fun on my "date" with Vimes. I am still unsure if it was a date, especially since midway through he took a phone call at the bar and made plans for after we left with a group of friends. In a casual way you would with a friend.Vimes, as I'll call him, is a nice guy. He's able to hold a conversation and seems to enjoy my company and beer. We have good conversations. Tonight I got to the bar

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-66766366468557563152007-01-27T14:35:00.000-08:002007-01-27T15:21:10.936-08:00

I have a date this afternoon. At least I think it's a date. (Oh god, I don't even know.) It's with a guy I met from MySpace, god help me, though I've met up with him for a drink before. I can't remember who initiated contact but I assume it was him since I don't troll MySpace for friends, let alone dates. After months of replying to each other's blogs or comments, he asked me to meet up for a

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-2702968472733620532007-01-25T19:47:00.000-08:002007-01-25T20:17:39.036-08:00

Or, Pretenious French Words In Leiu of a TitleAfter sorting through e-mails on OKCupid.com, I got annoyed and changed my status from "single" to "Seeing someone". (I couldn't find a way to just make my profile invisible and I can't bring myself to delete it since I do plan to use it eventually and don't want to rewrite it.) I think I'll just keep it that way for a week or two until I'm ready to

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-16158847866185572782007-01-21T17:22:00.000-08:002007-01-25T20:15:52.316-08:00

Match.com: It's okay to throw up a little in your mouth.As if Valentine's Day alone weren't enough to make single women feel fundamentally wrong about not receiving chocolates and jewelry. Thanks to the Online Dating boom, now not only do we have to gag through diamond commercials (which are probably mined by slave labor), we have to see a hundred ads from Match.com and eHarmony telling us that

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-37935726949228379482007-01-19T20:13:00.000-08:002007-01-20T09:01:42.784-08:00

It's a hazard of blog-keeping we all fear. Discovery By the Worst Possible Person(tm).I have not actually been dating since the start of the blog (due to various things, including a lack of prospective dates and a head cold that keeps coming back with a vengeance) but I still have stories from my past. The end of 2005 especially contained a few dates that were part of a misguided attempt to get

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-9802808700115166602007-01-18T09:42:00.000-08:002007-01-18T09:57:59.939-08:00

Oh god. After being frustrating with my bushy eyebrows--they remind me of Andy Rooney's only mine aren't grey--I decided to take drastic measures. By which I mean I pulled out a hair-waxing kit I bought years ago in hopes of waxing my legs (I never did) and decided to give this eyebrow thing a go.I've attempted, at times, to pluck away the extra hairs but the only shape I seem to get resembles

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-8053639532586284992007-01-16T19:40:00.000-08:002007-01-16T19:44:31.605-08:00

Is it wrong that I've been fantasizing about applying for the worst reality show on TV? By which I mean Sci-Fi Channel's Who Wants to Be a Superhero?. Really I just want to meet Stan Lee. Also, I could kick those lame idiots from last season in the ass. They had contestants who didn't realize that you never reveal your secret identity. C'mon, even bloggers know that, but anyone who's read a

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-48513625896931580232007-01-15T17:05:00.000-08:002007-01-15T19:03:53.218-08:00

OkCupid does have a good number of decent guys my age looking for an actual girlfriend - I've seen them hook up with my friends, I've met a few in person (we just didn't click). Sadly these men are buried under piles of the following: a) guys hoping for sex, B) Technogeeks who are single for a reason, and C) guys who are under the age of 21. Seriously, kids, no thanks.Let's explore some of my

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-29441754717945672372007-01-14T10:33:00.000-08:002007-01-14T11:54:00.694-08:00

See? Here I am, a good-looking witty girl with a good-sized chest who loves football. How the hell is that I'm still single? I mean really.Normally if I was off on Sunday, I'd take this party to a sports bar and try to meet guys while cheering for my team. Unfortunately, I caught a cold this week that I can't seem to shake. A sore throat and stuffy nose are not exactly turn ons and I don't feel

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-42447468164419916732007-01-13T16:55:00.000-08:002007-01-15T12:42:22.043-08:00

Reading about Charming, But Single's dilemma with a guy who will not get a clue and go away reminded me of a similar experience I had.I have a tendency to meet guys in bars, which translates into a tendency to meet weirdos and assholes. Yes, good guys hang out in bars too, but I am an obnoxious jerk magnet. Two years ago, I made a huge mistake. Upset about stuff in my personal life, as well

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-54242691417497078682007-01-12T13:16:00.000-08:002007-01-13T18:16:02.725-08:00

Everyone has them: things they cannot look past or ignore. Dating always forces us to evaluate what we can tolerate and what we can't. Online dating more so, as you are presented with lists of facts about potential dates, allowing you to weed out some of your dealbreakers before you meet. I'm a freak, I'll admit it. Part of the reason I am perpetually single is that I am shallow and picky, habits

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-68173153963866552282007-01-11T17:06:00.000-08:002007-01-11T17:38:55.714-08:00

Until I pay for it, I've given up Nerve.com. Instead I've been turning my attentions to OkCupid.com, a site I've used before. It never deleted my profile so I went in, updated some details, added a more recent photo, and voila. For two days it's been up and I've gotten about ten e-mails and almost dozen "woos". This is progress.Four of the winks were from e-mailers. What good does it do to send a

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-23432247039037034772007-01-08T21:57:00.000-08:002007-01-09T13:26:16.629-08:00

So I was under this misconception that Nerve.com is free, which it is sort of. Except you have to pay if you want it to do you any good. Which is a bummer because thanks to tuition (high) and my rent's sudden increase last month, I don't have a lot of extra cash for dating sites. Hopefully I'll pay for one or two sites in March but for now, I am stuck going the free route.Luckily, one of the guys

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-38712888967499589802007-01-06T16:19:00.000-08:002007-01-06T20:48:47.070-08:00

"When your apologies fail to ring true; so slick with that sarcastic slew. Phrases like "I thought you knew!" while keeping me in hot pursuit." - Death Cab For Cutie, "For What Reason" I'm a jerk. I'll be the first to admit it. Also, I am not the most mature in relationships. Let's just say I had my first boyfriend in kindergarten and I don't think I've progressed much since then. I'm working on

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-10324536018058529212007-01-05T13:04:00.000-08:002007-01-05T13:39:36.529-08:00

It's lazy, yes, but it's true: I have been starring at the Nerve.com profile page for an hour and cannot bring myself to fill it out. For one thing, I don't have a good recent photo. I'm as photogenic as a stock of asparagus; it literally takes fifty photos for one to resemble me, without my eyes shut or tongue out. I have this bad habit of making a screwed up face the minute a camera is on me,

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-75549143347169339112007-01-02T13:47:00.000-08:002007-01-02T13:53:32.168-08:00

Before I really start this dating blog, I have to get something off my chest: I loathe winks. Or woos. Or whatever your particular dating site calls them. A “wink” is a way to let someone know you’ve seen their profile and like them, without actually sending an e-mail. You hit a button and the dating site will notify the object of your lazy affections. The point is, it’s useless. Sure, it

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-40320153365921757232006-12-31T10:44:00.000-08:002007-01-06T20:57:36.853-08:00

Since this blog is new I've decided to briefly you up on my Pathetic Dating Life Til Now(tm).Two years ago, I broke up with my long-term boyfriend of about a year. It was devastating, especially since we'd started out as great friends, and afterward we weren't able to remain friends. I spent the rest of that year crestfallen and uninterested in men altogether. Instead, I decided to get the rest

Lady Lattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442193909839983776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183673432416988719.post-74384806822593824312006-12-30T14:20:00.000-08:002006-12-30T14:35:41.267-08:00

It's so cliché. Girl realizes she has no one to kiss (again) on New Year's Eve, girl wonders why it never changes, girl decides to spend this year making a better attempt at meeting men and dating. The purposes for starting the blog are simple: 1. I like to write stuff down. Obviously. 2. Since I have been unsuccessful at dating so far, perhaps writing my experiences in a public forum will

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