A marvelous thing happened yesterday. The most attractive man at my gym gave me his number. The severity of this guy’s hottness is unprecedented. He’s what soft-core porn is made from. He works out as much as I do, so his body is uber fit. My conversations with him have been limited, but he seems like one of the cool kids. And, he’s a construction worker. The toolbelt…
Anyway. He joined the gym maybe 4 months ago. We small talk. Don’t know much else about him other than he’s a construction worker and cut. Becaues of my crazy shedule this summer, I haven’t been going at my usual time, so I haven’t seen him in at least a month. When I saw him yesterday, he seemed genuinely concerned of my whereabouts and whether or not I was switching gyms.
It’s nice to know I’m thought of in my absense.
He’s like the anti-Mustang. At the end of the conversation, he asked what my weekend plans were, then said “Since you have no plans on Friday, I’d like to ask you out.” THAT is how you ask a girl out. None of the passive-agressive “we should go out when you are not busy” bullshit. Then he said “wait right here. I’ll get you my number.” Agressive. I like that.
Construction Man: 1 Mustang: 0
It’s 2009 and I don’t know what the statistics are, but most women work. There’s a housewife scattered around here or there, but, especially in my circle, women work to support themselves. I find absolutely nothing wrong with being a housewife. Hell I’d love to be a kept woman. I think it’s a great idea if there are children involved. My mom worked part-time when I was growing up, and I still remember the sinking feeling in my stomach when I’d come home from school to discover that it was a work night for her.
I recently met a woman who I knew absolutely nothing about. Her name escapes me now. We were sitting down to dinner, and chatting (there was a small group of us). When I asked her what she did, she said “I used to work in television”. That doesn’t tell me anything, but I left it alone. I found out later that she didn’t work at all. She’d met a rich older dude who supported her.
Ladies and gentlemen. That, is my dream job. If I were in that situation, and someone asked me what I do, I’d reply with “Nothing. I take my husband’s credit card and drink martinis while I shop for diamonds.” And I would be damn proud of it. But she seemed to be not-so-proud. So why do it then? If identifying yourself by your career means something to you, why give it up?
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On second though, my new goal is to become filthy rich and buy myself some hot young stud to clean me dry. It would be rewarding.
Tags: career women, housewivesThe last time a guy was kind enough to tell me he was dumping me (rather than lose my number or die), the reason he gave me was that he just didn’t love me. He said I was awesome in every way, and exactly what he’s looking for and he just didn’t feel it.
I knew this was the case. I’m not a moron.
I was thankful for his honesty and sad that it had to be, but then I started wondering how long he was willing to fake it? I had brought it up, and that’s how it came out, but what if I was an oblivious person? He treated me great, we got along well, had similar interests and values, he was smokin’ hot…I could have gone on forever with him. When did he realize that we weren’t going to be together for the long haul?
I’ve been discussing it with my friends and this is not a rare occurance. Many of them have been “good enough for now, but not in the long haul” and wasted years with men who knew that they were not in love.
Why the charade? I think it’s extremely selfish of men to do it. Sure, we can help them pass the time, but what about us? We’re the ones wasting our prime dating looks. They’re the ones who will judge us as being too old and wrinkly by the time we get kicked to the curb.
If I knew I didn’t like a guy, he’d be dumped within seconds of me knowing. No way I’m wasting a moment of my prime dating years on someone who doesn’t do it for me.
Men are all chicken shit.
I really meant to stop writting about him, but I find our relationship to be so bizarre. This guy is probably the biggest person I know, could probably crush a walnut between his thumb and pinky finger, and he has the deepest voice…basically, he’s the manliest man I know…yet he seems to be such a wuss.
We were catching up as I was leaving the gym last night. It was near 10, nice night, standing by my car, no one around. I thought it would be the perfect time for him to ask me out…no one was around to hear him get rejected. I even gave him a few openings…telling him which nights this weekend I was free and things around the city I’m interested in doing, but have no one to do them with. Nothing.
I know I am not imagining the flirting that occurs. He even complimented my rockin’ body. I saw him leave the gym at around 9:30, and he waited for me on the bench outside…not knowing when I was going to finish. The dude is obviously interested.
It’s been 2 years.
Tags: asking a girl out, MustangI love camping. If I had it my way, I’d be camping every weekend during the summer. I could sit by a fire unshowered for days. A few years ago, I was dating a guy who didn’t like camping. In the initial stages of our relationship, I considered ending it because of his distaste for camping. I figured that if I loved it so much, the person I’m with should love it too. Everyone always says you should have common interests right?
I think that holds true if you truly share your life with someone…like if you have the exact same life.
I have 55746796 friends, all of whom have different interests from each other. If I feel like doing something, I know I will be able to find the right friend to do it with. And I’m so not the type of person who would spend 100% of my time with a boyfriend. So why do I care what someone I date is interested in?
It turns out I rarely go camping, so I guess it’s not super important for a suitor to love camping anymore, so I tried to think of what interests I absolutely want to share with someone. The only one I could really think of was going out to dinner. I love going to datey-restaurants. Other than that, I can get all my excitement from my friends.
I think that the most important common interest should be me. As long as he loves being with me, I don’t care what we do together.
Is there any particular interest you expect someone you date to have?
I fully acknowledge that, especially initially, looks matter. I doubt any one can deny that. But how important do they become after?
I was dating this guy for a while, and a friend of his was getting married. Before he had proposed however, he asked all his buddies what they thought of her. The guy I was dating laughed about it after because they all lied and told him they thought she was hot. He wondered if he should tell him the truth.
I have to say, in all the thousands of hours I’ve spent gossiping about men, not once have I ever asked my girlfriends for their opinion on the attractiveness of the men I date. If my friends thought I was dating a troll, it wouldn’t bug me in the least.
The guy I was dating that I mentionned above…I’m pretty sure he hated me. I think if I were any less attractive than I am, he would have dumped me way before. He kept me around until wedding season was over and he no longer needed a hot date.
I bet he ends up with some chick who’s drop dead gorgeous until she gets married, gains 50 lbs and cleans out his bank account.
Months ago, I went on one date with a guy I met at a party. I told him about my blog at the party, and he looked it up immediately on his iPhone. It was a decent enough date, nothing exciting occurred, good or bad. So, I didn’t blog about it. I’ve dated tons of men who were not blog-worthy. I’m sure somewhere along the line, I wrote something good about some guy, but generally speaking, making it to my blog is not a good thing.
On the date, this guy made several comments about making it to my blog. I laughed them off. I was a little surprised when I never heard from him again, the date was decent. When I updating my LinkedIn profile this week, I accidentally added him as a contact. So he reached out to me in a casual “hey, what’s up” e-mail. I thought it was a little late for him to try to reach out, but I suppose I technically made the first move. I responded a casual response, then he asked “So, I noticed I haven’t made it to your blog yet”. The dude was serious.
I DO NOT write about every person I meet…90% of the people I meet bore me to death. Yet I write this really awesome blog, so they think if they make it here, then they are by default awesome. This is not true. The opposite is.
My ideas for my blog come to me when they do, as they do…you can’t force it.
When I first moved here, I was hanging out with a friend in a seedy area of town in the middle of the night (that sounded suspect). We were walking through an alley (still suspect) and I noticed a neon light in the window of an appartment building that said “massage”. I remarked to my friend that that massage therapist forgot to turn off his/her light. My friend burst out laughing. (Give me a break! I’m from Saskatchewan).
It was a few years later that the city started cracking down on rub-and-tugs, and I followed the updates religiously. I was so fascinated that these massage parlors could live so out in the open like that and totally get away with it. And they are in all neighborhoods…not just the seedy ones I seem to hang out in. On my way home from the gym the other day, I noticed one that was announcing new attendants. I don’t get how these are allowed to stick around.
I discussed it with my boyfriend at the time, and he started telling me all the stories of his friends who had frequented these places. He almost seem to think it was ok…like if everyone knows they’re there, they should be ok to go to. I started bringing this up with other guys, and it seemed to be a common theme (though they all swear they’ve never been, they seem to know a lot about them from their “friends” who have). Seems that if they strike out at the bar, they go to these places to get their fix.
I am pretty repulsed by this, and I would probably throw up if I ever dated a guy who went to these places. What do you guys think? Isn’t this flat-out prostitution?
I stumbled across this article the other day. I liked it, commented, and moved on. The part where he talks about the experiment (in brief, they put a bunch of kids in a room, made them do a small project of some sort then had their parents evaluate it. The parents gave praise to the boys for completing a great task, and praised the girls for being girls) I didn’t take much stock in. It was done in the 60’s. Though there are still double standards, we had to have evolved since then. Right?
Last Friday, I was out with 6 other girls. I knew 4 of them and 2 I’d met just that night. We had a blast. We talked about everything. Lots of girl talk, which is the way girls nights are supposed to go. At the end of the night, as we’re standing on the sidewalk ready to go our separate ways, one of the girls turned around and said “Hey! I completely forgot to ask if any of you were seeing anyone!”. We all kinda laughed and promised to catch each other up at the next visit.
The following Monday, I got an e-mail from one of the new girls I’d just met, and, after reading her e-mail address, I realized we’d talked about everything except our careers. Until I’d gotten this e-mail, I had no clue what this newbie did. It doesn’t necessarily bother me, I did have a great time, and I’ve always maintained that office talk is for during the day, girl-talk is for the evening. But the fact that at the end of the night, one of us spun around and was shocked that we hadn’t at all gotten into our current love life, and our work-life, which is equally as important, never crossed our minds at all bothers me.
I’m in no way blaming her, it was all of us. Aside from the two I’d just met, two of the ladies have their masters degree, one is head of communications for a government department, one is the marketing manager for a global television network and I am about to start a fantastic new job heading up the accounting department at my new company…yet none of this came up.
As women, our #1 goal in life is to be women. This bothers me. Thoughts?
Ahhhh. This is what it feels like to be employed again. I remember this!
That’s right folks, today, I start my new job!
Though I wasn’t really not-working, thanks to my temp gig Crowd Science, the uncertain future was driving me mad. I tried to deal with my situation with humour as often as I could, and quite enjoyed answering the what-do-you-do question with “nothing” just so I could see the reaction on their faces.
I knew I needed a job before summer really set in because I don’t have A/C in my car, which made me sweaty for interviews, and I hated wearing nylons. Actually, I gave up on them altogether my last few interviews.
Some things I learned while being unemployed:
1) Telling telemarketers you have no income gets you off their call list…fast.
2) The #1 suggestion I got from people about what to do with my time off was to go on vacation. They don’t seem to get the concept of paying for a vacation.
3) Daytime tv blows (except Judge Joe Brown. I love that guy).
4) Trying to find reasons to put pants on in the morning can be difficult and tiresome. The thinking process process usually requires a mid-morning nap.
5) No one really cares. Of course people “care”…like my friends and family and all that, but I still got hit on just as much. As a matter of fact, I think it made me more attractive to the other sex…they saw me as more vulnerable, maybe my unemployment knocked me down a league or two thus putting me in a league with a lot more men…or so they think.
What does this mean for my blog? Don’t worry, I wont leave you. But I will be focusing my attention on my career, obviously. I will continue to post everyday, but I may not be able to respond to comments until the evening, so please check back! I know you’re all good at responding to each other, but please know that I do get your comments to my e-mail as they come in, so I will be thinking of you!
I want to send a huge thank you to all my readers for cheering me up every day and commenting so I had something to do. A huge thank-you to Crowd Science who let me hang out in their office and surf the web all day (dudes, it was part of my temp job to surf).
I’d also like to take this time to draw your attention to the beer mug at the bottom of this post. It’s the buy-me-a-beer button that lets you buy me a celebratory beer, which I appreciate. Wish me luck!
