I'm an admitted Jane Austen fanatic, there's always a Pride and Prejudice quote to help explain every romantic situation. Elizabeth Bennett is my hero and I often think we're the same person and obviously Mr. Darcy is the perfect man. I want to name one of my sons Bennett and one of my daughters Elizabeth, I suspect my husband will probably have some strong objections to this. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.
But yet, I think I blame my romantic troubles on Jane Austen and all of the modern re-tellings, namely Bridget Jones. No matter how terribly wrong everything goes, the attractive yet aloof man always comes to the rescue and ends up being the One in the end. HE DOESN'T EXIST. If a man is rude or uninterested in you, it's not because he's read P&P a time too many and wants to be the Darcy to your Elizabeth, it's because he's probably not interested.
Granted I'm being a bitter Bessie right now, and I will blog tomorrow about the particulars of this stain or bitterness. It was brought on by the guy I call Mr. Perfect. If my life were fabulous and just like P&P or Bridget Jones' Diary, he would be the Mr. Fitzwilliam/Mark Darcy. But it isn't, so he's not. He's just uninterested and probably not a good guy actually, despite my protestations to the contrary to my friends.
Now, to finish reading Pride and Prejudice for the third time this week and watch Bridget Jones' Diary for the second time tonight. It's an addiction, I can't help it really.
xoxo,
Gossip Sharkey
Friday, January 15, 2010
It's Friday Night and I'm.....sitting at home reading Chick Lit?
So it's been a while since my last post. And quite a bit has happened, but as evidenced by the title of said post, none of it has been particularly positive because I am home on a Friday night reading. And probably watching sappy rom-coms. And maybe eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Probably drinking an entire bottle of Cabernet. Also while wearing sweats and a leopard print snuggie. Holy shit, I've become a pop culture archetype, the sad single girl. Let the desperation sink it for a moment, had enough? Good.
Okay, so the guy I went on one date with and incessantly cyber-stalked? Yeah, things there got a lot worse and show no sign of improvement. It all started on New Year's Eve, I got a little tipsy but as I've progressed in college, I've learned how to hold my drink. Or not actually. I sent a booty text, after several confusing exchanges and missed cues ans signals, I woke up at 6 AM, in lingerie with candles burning and completely alone. After that, my butt dialed him, and left a 5 minute message. (Note to self: apparently must decrease size of bottom ASAP). Weird yet flirtatious IM'ing ensued on the dating site where we met, promising to call me later in the week. Never happened. Sent last ditch text invitation for drinks this week and no response. I blame it on the ginger girl who posted a flirtatious yet breezy wall post on his wall. I am not above stalking. So apparently he's moved on from curvy brunettes to freaky ginges with a thing for potato pancakes. I'm enough of a Facebook stalker to see a blatant sex invite subtext in a wall post. Been there, done that.
So after all that, the emotional roller coaster that was the situation with the Teacher and only one date, it's dunzo. So hats off to you, ginge potato pancake lover, I hope you and The Teacher are very happy together. I, on the other hand, might need another pint of Ben and Jerry's.
xoxo
Gossip Sharkey
Okay, so the guy I went on one date with and incessantly cyber-stalked? Yeah, things there got a lot worse and show no sign of improvement. It all started on New Year's Eve, I got a little tipsy but as I've progressed in college, I've learned how to hold my drink. Or not actually. I sent a booty text, after several confusing exchanges and missed cues ans signals, I woke up at 6 AM, in lingerie with candles burning and completely alone. After that, my butt dialed him, and left a 5 minute message. (Note to self: apparently must decrease size of bottom ASAP). Weird yet flirtatious IM'ing ensued on the dating site where we met, promising to call me later in the week. Never happened. Sent last ditch text invitation for drinks this week and no response. I blame it on the ginger girl who posted a flirtatious yet breezy wall post on his wall. I am not above stalking. So apparently he's moved on from curvy brunettes to freaky ginges with a thing for potato pancakes. I'm enough of a Facebook stalker to see a blatant sex invite subtext in a wall post. Been there, done that.
So after all that, the emotional roller coaster that was the situation with the Teacher and only one date, it's dunzo. So hats off to you, ginge potato pancake lover, I hope you and The Teacher are very happy together. I, on the other hand, might need another pint of Ben and Jerry's.
xoxo
Gossip Sharkey
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Online Dating is a Mine Field
So I date online, think what you will but meeting people in everyday life is hard. Bars are a no-go, Bill Hader in Superbad said it best, "You don't want to meet a girl in a bar, where do I think I met my first wife, who is a whore by the way?". Truer words were never spoken.
I've tried coffee shops, farmer's markets, bookstores, yoga class, meeting people organically sucks. I use the internet for pretty much all of my needs now, why not dating? And for the most part, it's not too bad. I've met a total of three people from the my dating site and all of which have turned out to be exactly who they said they were and lovely people, just not for me.
However, the creepy instant message on dating sites is absolutely something I could live without. I can't log in without being propositioned by some sketchy-ass dude who just wants sex. A of all, who does that? Maybe get to know me, maybe offer to hang out with me with our clothes on first. B of all, does that actually work? What girl is like, oh a random stranger just sent me a message that is absolutely enough to get me to drop my panties, my guess is no one. C of all, if this is as unsuccessful as I expect it is, why do they keep doing it?
I guess the lesson here is perseverance, for every five creeps there is one guy who turns into a real date. And for every date, you just never know who may be the next great relationship or even, heaven forbid, the one. It looks like kissing all the frogs to find the prince has changed significantly for our generation, yet the concept still persists. Instead, I just have to endure creepy messages to weed through to find the great guys also trolling my dating site.
Still trolling for my prince....
xoxo
Gossip Sharkey
I've tried coffee shops, farmer's markets, bookstores, yoga class, meeting people organically sucks. I use the internet for pretty much all of my needs now, why not dating? And for the most part, it's not too bad. I've met a total of three people from the my dating site and all of which have turned out to be exactly who they said they were and lovely people, just not for me.
However, the creepy instant message on dating sites is absolutely something I could live without. I can't log in without being propositioned by some sketchy-ass dude who just wants sex. A of all, who does that? Maybe get to know me, maybe offer to hang out with me with our clothes on first. B of all, does that actually work? What girl is like, oh a random stranger just sent me a message that is absolutely enough to get me to drop my panties, my guess is no one. C of all, if this is as unsuccessful as I expect it is, why do they keep doing it?
I guess the lesson here is perseverance, for every five creeps there is one guy who turns into a real date. And for every date, you just never know who may be the next great relationship or even, heaven forbid, the one. It looks like kissing all the frogs to find the prince has changed significantly for our generation, yet the concept still persists. Instead, I just have to endure creepy messages to weed through to find the great guys also trolling my dating site.
Still trolling for my prince....
xoxo
Gossip Sharkey
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