Yesterday, I attended Toronto’s Travel Show. It was pretty much a waste of space since I have specific financial goals this year that don’t include anything more extravagant than a road trip to Chicago. But, to get the best value out of my $5 entry fee, I filled out every single “win a free trip for two” ballot that I could. (I also sampled all the delicious booze that was being offered).
A few issues. First off, when filling out any form, what is the point of the Mr/Mrs/Ms/Miss box? Do we still call people Mr Smith or Mrs Doe anymore? Isn’t that whole formal address a little passé?
My second complaint is about the whole spouse thing. A lot of the forms asked whether I was single or married. Fine. I assume there is some statistic they are working off about how much more often single or married people travel than the other. I get that. But what I was surprised to see, was that they asked for specific spouse names.
What the hell? Why on earth does that matter? Do more people who are married to guys named Frank travel more often than people who are married to men named Jack? I see no statistical purpose of getting this information. Are they putting it on there so that when they call me to sell me a vacation package, they can say “May I speak to Darcie or Criss Angel please?” Are they asking for it because one sex buys more vacations than the other? So when they call, they wont ask to speak to me because, statistically, the male decision maker in the house is more apt to purchasing getaways?
Puzzled by this, I asked a poor girl working the booth for some airline, what the purpose was of making me write down that I don’t have the power to make a man commit. She (of course) had no clue and looked at me like I was a nut. Her training, however, included a session on never letting a potential client leave with an unanswered question. So she made an admirable attempt at answering. “It’s because head office needs to know what kind of people come to the show.”
What kind of people huh? Can you tell what kind of people someone is by their marital status?
Tags: being single, travel aloneI’ve blogged about this before, but it deserves a second go-round. Let me know how my videos are doing.
Tags: Dating, short girls4 hours later: So I did that video just before going out. While Charmaine did get checked out a lot, only one guy approached us. Some excerpts from the great mind of Andrew:
-You are a tigress.
- I am about to become a grandfather (repeated 5 times)
- (To Charmaine) You could be in Bollywood
- Do you have a tiger at home?
- (To me, after repeating my name 7 times) So, Dale….(then later) So Daryl…
- Do you like fashion? I have some bathing suite and lingerie that I need to unload. Maybe you could just try some on.
I’m pretty independent. Likely to a fault. It was well brought to my attention when I had this conversation with my mom.
This starts off with my younger sister moving to Vancouver. Yay for her. What a great place to live. Discussing it with my mom:
Mom: “She will have lived in so many provinces!”
Darcie (middle child): “That’s 2″
Mom: “What a worldly child! And she’s not even 30!”
Darcie (feeling ignored as most middle children do) “Mom, I drove across Canada, alone, when I was 19 to live in Quebec. You weren’t even worried. They don’t even speak English there.:
Mom: “Well. You did what you had to.”
(Darcie feels discouraged, and hangs up.)
….a week later….
Mom: “So J has to stay alone in her brand new house that her and her husband bought together. He is leaving to go training in Vancouver for 6 weeks. Can you imagine? She has to stay alone in that house until he gets back! In a brand new city!”
Darcie: “Oh yeah. I’ve been to new cities before, not knowing anyone and having to live there. It sucks when you’re all alone.”
Mom: “I bet is sucks more when you have a husband who goes away and have a house to set up! ….You just have lonely apartments that no one ever goes to.”
….dead silence…
Mom: “Oh yeah. You don’t have a husband…There was a time change wasn’t there? You must be tired. I think I have to go.”
And that is the life of the middle child…
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I over-exerted myself on the treadmill last night. For the first time in 7 years of religiously working out, I felt like fainting. After sitting in the changeroon for a few minutes to get my breath and heartrate back to normal, I make my way to the exit. Of course, this is when I ran into Mustang.
I hadn’t seen him in over a week, so we were catching up. I was telling him about an episode of WFive I saw over the weekend that featured the bar that he works at (it was all about bar owners taking responsibility for drunken patrons. I have opinions on that, but it isn’t that kind of blog). That is actually irrelevant to this story.
So, I really need to go home and eat some fruit before I pass out, so I say good-bye. He asks if I will be in the next day (today) and I say “No, I have an event in the evening.” He looks at me sceptically, and says “You mean you have a date.”
I’m almost dead. I’m leaning up against the pec deck because my legs can no longer support me. I’m barely breathing, and my face is beat red from exhaustion, and I’m having an internal panic attack about the fact that Mustang assumes I am going on a date. Second Mustang panic attack. I’m trying to figure out how to respond to that. If I say yes, then he might back down completely, and never ask me out. Which would be a good thing, because then I wouldn’t need to quit gyms and I can still write about him. But what if this is his way of finding out my status? Like if I say no, he’ll see it as an open opportunity. Then he’ll ask me out, and I will have to find a new gym with 6 months left on this membership.
I’m debating these scenarios in my head, while staring blankly at him. He says, in the most unpleasant tone I’ve heard from him to date “An event. You’re going to an “event”. Just say it. It’s a date. You are going on a date.” And before I can even respond, he frowns and walks away.
And I feel bad.
Tags: Dating, rejection
So yesterday’s post got me to thinking about how many men I’ve heard say “I’ll never get married”, and they mean it. Some men will never settle down.They prefer the life of bachelorhood and dating as many women as they possibly can. Yes, there are some women out there who do it too, but not nearly as many as there are men.
I wouldn’t care about it if there weren’t such an off-balance proportion of the sexes doing it. If more women were into casual relationships, then it would even out the score. But there aren’t. And this leads to men misleading women into believing that the men want the same things as the women. When the men have gotten what they want, they discard the women like yesterday’s socks.
I find the older I get, the more I run into this. I thought it would be the other way around. I thought that once I started dating older men, I would be dating more mature men. Men more stable in their lives. Men who wanted to settle down. Instead, I find that if a man is still single at the age that I’m dating, it’s because he doesn’t want to be in a relationship. So I feel stuck. Am I supposed to go back to the 25 year olds and find the guy that just got out of college and is looking for someone to move in next door to his mom with? Or do I wait for a divorce who can’t take care of himself needs a live-in housekeeper?
Nope. Still holding out for The Rock. I know he will solve all my problems.
Tags: Dating, marriage
I’m under the firm belief that we attract what we portray, and not what we want. So I was a little shocked when I was asked the question, “Do you want to get married?” (note, it was not a proposal). I was shocked because I was so sure that the image I portray was one that includes the desire of eventual betrothal. Yes, my blog is pretty much a daily man-bashing, but that’s only because I’m stuck paddling through the sea of losers hoping that one day my oar will strike the head of that special someone, and my blog is an outlet for me to vent my frustration at the world rather than take it out on the next guy that comes knocking.
This also got me to thinking…does that question ever really need to be asked of a woman? I have hoards of female friends, most of whom are single. I can honestly say that all of them are looking to share thier life with a man. I have single friends who are very career focused, others that would do anything to travel all over the world, and friends that will sleep with any man who beathes on them. But ultimately, they all want to have one man in their lives. I mean really, who actually wants to be a cougar?
Don’t get me wrong, all my single gal pals are happy being single. All of us will tell you that being single beats being in a bad relationship. But we’re all single because the perfect relationship has not yet come along. We’re all still hopeful for it, and never stop looking. Some go on “dating breaks”, but these are just breaks, and no one ever gives up.
This doesn’t mean that all my friends are looking to get married. Some of them are opposed to marriage.
SIDE NOTE: I hate it when people say they are opposed to marriage, yet not opposed to being in a monogomous relationship for the rest of their lives. What the hell is the difference? If you’re worried about getting a divorce, then sign a prenup and grow some balls. The reason you would get divorced in the first place is because you lack the confidence it requires to keep someone interested in you.
My career-minded friends want someone to bring to company functions, or out to nice dinners once a month. My travelling friends are looking for someone to globetrot with, and my friends who sleep around are looking for one steady fuck that they can rely on when they need it.
The reason I am still single is not because I want to be for the rest of my life, its just that the perfect relationship has not yet come along…and no other reason. Being single IS better than being stuck with a man I barely respect, but I’m out there looking for the one that I do respect, and will be in the perfect relationship with…whatever that is.
Tags: being single, marriageI’m trying out video on my blog. Let me know what you think!
I tried editing it a few times so my eyes weren’t shut at the beginning, but my computer and I got into a fight about that, and 2 hours later, I decided to upload the 1.5 minute video as is.
Tags: fitdarcieOur company has a “mascot” which is a blue mannequin named Ed. Ed has been with us to several conferences over the past few years. There is a story behind the blue face though…and it started at a conference in Las Vegas.
I had travelled with the rest of the b5 crew to Blog World Expo in 2007. I had organized the whole event, so I glad on the last day we were there to have some down time where I could enjoy Las Vegas. I left my room to meet the rest of my crew in the lobby bar. On the elevator, I met Ed. He was a British guy who was in Vegas on business. When asked what he did for work, he replied “I’m not at liberty to say. Let’s just say I work for the government, and I deliver documents.”
I didn’t really care. I was too busy looking forward to painting the town red with my coworkers to think about it. But he followed me to the lobby bar, and met the b5 gang.
We were all heading out for dinner, and invited him to join us, but he refused, said he’d be too out of place. Which was probably true. We didn’t know a thing about him after all. I gave him card earlier (while explaining what I did for a living). So I told him to give us a call later if he wanted to meet up. I can assure you, while it sounds like I was interested in him, I certainly was not.
So, we went for dinner. By dinner, I mean drinks with a splash of food. About 2 hours later, I got a text message from who I assumed had to be Ed. It said “Drunk hi”. I still don’t know what that means, but whatever. My attention was momentarily distracted by something shiny somewhere, and my boss, Jeremy, took my phone from me and began a text flirtation with Ed, the British Diplomat.
I was little shocked when she showed up, but whatever. The shock didn’t last long because of the copius amounts of alcohol I had in me. He sat, drank, refused to have his picture taken (because of the whole secrecy of his work thing), admitted to one of my coworkers that he was married, and still hit on me. He kept begging me to go with him to some bar, my coworkers kept telling him to leave me alone. Eventually, he just faded into the background, and we went to the same club as Criss Angel…my other future husband.
Side note: I tried to get into Criss’ VIP area. I’ve never been thrown out of somewhere so quickly in my life.
Anyway, at the end of the night, I returned to my room, which I was sharing with my parents because they are old and love slot machines and they flew down because I had an extra bed. The next day, in a hungover haze, I picked up my phone to check messages, and another coworker had sent an e-mail saying that Ed, the married British diplomat, had been spotted chatting up a hooker.
So there you have it. If you can’t have me, you might as well pay for sex.
Tags: criss angel, las vegas gook up, party in vegasI usually wait for the man to make the first move. It’s not that I never have asked men out, I’ve done that plenty. And I still do, if I don’t think it’s going to go anywhere anyway. Here’s why. It emasculates men. Men need to be the aggressive ones in the relationship. If a woman is the one doing the chasing, it throws off the male/female balance.
Now men. Sit tight and don’t get all jumpy about it. Think about it. You want to have 100 women asking you out. That will flatter you, and give you bragging rights to you buddies. But you don’t want that someone special asking you out. You don’t want to date someone with bigger balls than you…And neither do we.
That’s not to say I don’t hold a guy’s hand and walk him through the process. I know how to shake my tail-feather enough to get a man I’m interested in to ask me out. And if he doesn’t get the hint, then I assume he’s a wuss and move on.
I guess this doesn’t look good for Mustang. It’s been 1 year and a half since we’ve met, and he still wont make a move…and he has my phone number. I don’t want to be someone who is that ballless.
Tags: asking a guy out, DatingYesterday’s post reminded me of another stalker story. A while back, I had this guy follow me…I had met him at a party somewhere, and didn’t think much of him, never really expected to see him again. He started showing up at my work “just happened to be in the neighborhood”. I even remember seeing him following me home from work one day, but he turned off just as I was pulling into my street.
Needless to say, I was really creeped out about it. Then, the weirdest thing, I was out with a mutual friend (Natalie) having coffee, and he came to pick her up. In the 2 minutes he was there, I had mentionned something about my boyfriend, and he burst out crying. It was really weird, so I just left.
Then I found out the real story.
Apparently, after he’d met me, he asked Natalie to find out my status, and try to hook us up. Instead, she told him that I was single, and wanted to get together with him…but first, he needed to buy me a carton of cigarettes (I don’t smoke). Then she said that I would meet him for lunch, but first, I needed his car to pick something up, so he lent it to her (in order to lend to me)…and she ended up getting cash, and all sorts of things from him, which he thought he was actually giving to me in exchange for my affections.
So, it was still creepy that he was following me all over, but he thought we were dating, so it’s mildly forgivable. No, I am no longer friends with Natalie, or anyone she associates with. I never got the carton of cigarettes.
Tags: creepy guy, stalker