Some people say high school is the best time of your life. Other people say college is the best, you'll never have a better time in your life. And some believe that in your early to mid twenties that's when stuff gets really good. Lately people have been telling me that 30 is when things get awesome because you just stop caring. One thing everyone seems to agree on...middle school is not the best time. In fact, I think people could agree that middle school is the most awkward phase full of regrets and bad attitudes. Middle school relationships usually last a matter of weeks and physical contact is minimal. Until you hit about late 7th early 8th grade. That's when things get steamy. Well...middle school steamy. Hand holding, hot make out sessions, boobie groping, and my personal favorite heavy petting. But what fans is the hallmark of middle school romance. The one thing that is really only cool in middle school and is never cool again. The hickey. Even the word makes me twitch a little. Now ok, hickeys are kind of hot, in a sensual way, akin to snuggling and the erogenous zones. But what remains! What remains is what makes the hickey a frightening thing. You basically have a bruise on your neck. Since most people don't have bruises on their neck you're always totally busted for having a hickey. For at least two weeks of those middle school years having a hickey is like this grown up cool thing to have. Mostly cause it means some one actually touched you in a romantic way! Oh the thrill. As you get older the thrill fades and probably as you become more advance in the ways of romance...hickeys lose their allure and become just the second part...embarrassing.
And segue to DATE 7! because obviously this date has had me thinking about hickeys. I met up with Date 7 at my house. I've been poor lately, already had beers at my house and sheesh I didn't think he would cut me up into 1000000 pieces. In fact, fans, in my head I am totally convinced I would be able to fend off any kind of online date attacker. Realistically I know this NOT true. But, I digress...Date 7 came over after work. He was a nice guy, real dudes dude. Likes include: MMA (???), playing poker with his buds, smoking lots of weed, going to napa. We chatted it up talked about work drank a few beers and had enough in common to start smooching. Now I guess I would count it under a "hot make out sesh" there was lite-medium petting. But after a little bit of that we talked some more and called it a night. I figured all said in done Date 7 was a semi success.
The next day I'm at my job which happens to be at a middle school. I usually wear a scarf to work just to juge up my outfit and so I look more professional, or I'm secretly a man and love wearing ties. One of those. I'm standing in class and one of my students says, "Why do you wear a scarf everyday?" Feeling slightly flattered that my student even noticed what I'm wearing, I give some bullshit response about how my neck get cold easily. They don't say anything after that I assume it's just my students trying to get me off task. About an hour later I'm walking across campus and I stop to talk to one of my co-workers. We're talking about one of my specials who is failing her class when mid sentence she points to my neck and exclaims, "Katie YOU HAVE A HICKEY!" My response: "No I don't." But fans, oh yes I did. Why didn't I notice it before? I have no idea. I guess it has something to do with getting dressed in the dark every morning. Now it wasn't a bad hickey but it was still a hickey. And of course, now I knew why my students were asking about my scarf. I wore turtle necks for the rest of the week and felt like the 13-year-olds that surround me. When I emailed him to say, WHY? Why the hickey in a public place on ma body? His response: "I didn't even think I was sucking for that long."
Wow, ok, thanks date 7.--You left your mark on me, and outed me to my students.--The only thing I had to go on was the hope that my hickey would still seem cool to the middle school that lives somewhere inside. So far it isn't working....Ah well back to the dating game I go!
Fans, I will try to stick to a update every Wednesday schedule. Of course that means at least a date a week but I think spring fever has enough of a grip on me to sustain for a while. A la prochain!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
...and start getting REAL.
Hello fans! Welcome to my new interweb space. If you have been following my posts I apologize for the drop off in the winter months. I was hibernating. For new fans Welcome, please read and continue to read my extra special blog! So I posted my previous entries which you can peruse through AND I promise this blog will start to look a little less generic. I just need to find the time. But I don't want to disappoint the fans! Date 6: So the real date 6 took place at a super bowl party but since it was a group activity I will only count it as Date 5 1/2! So the real date 6 was last Friday. My newest male friend lives a little further away so we decided to meet at a midpoint so neither one of us was put out too much. Cool. There was a lot of texting building up to this date. It was romantic, sort of cheesy but definitely heartfelt. Texts like: "Hey beautiful, how was your day?" or "What are you thinking about? Hopefully me" --Still not sure how to respond to that second text. Which reminds me, Male followers, especially straight ones, I need your response and comments to what I post. I am stuck with this female brain and all my female friends that I seek advice from have female brains. So yes, calling all male brains! But I digress.
Ok, I've never had a problem with stage fright. I'm lucky that way. I get up in front of a group of people, say my piece and sit back down. In fact, surprise surprise, I LIKE getting up in front of people. Still, even I have my nervous moments. Let's call it performance anxiety and especially when you let something build up in your head. The once easy feat of getting up speaking in front of a group is totally lost. Do you see where this is heading? No, ok.
It's Friday night, I've gone back and forth about whether date 6 is worth it. I'm committed to my experiment but sometimes all these random dates give me clammy nervous hands! Date 6 texts me saying he's in the area of the restaurant and he's wondering if I'm going to "stay for dessert". I interpret this as some kind of smooching or fooling around after our official date of dinner and drinks. I respond coyly by saying, "I have to go home at the end of the night". Then I decide that was too cold so I send another text saying, "But maybe I could be convinced to try some dessert". Attempting to keep up with the cute text exchange. There were a few texts in between about directions and what not. Then I get the text, "Meet me at the Holiday Inn, I'm relaxing on the big comfy bed." WHAT? There was NO mention of a hotel, at all and honestly....WHAT? Who does that? Now do I respond that way? No, I'm too nice. I think maybe I gave him the wrong impression. At this point I'm already on my way to meet Date 6. I don't think I can back out. So I figure, I'll just go for it and leave after drinks.
Since we'd already met at the aformentioned superbowl party dinner was fun. We had a lot of talk about, some things in common. Like I said he's a chivalrous romantic cutie but has to iron out some kinks. We went out for drinks, played some pool and in my weakness I agreed to come back to the hotel for just a little while.
There were lots of tender comments which are always appreciated. And lots of smooching. No heavy petting though, which is fine. Until he leans back, sighs and says, "I'm so sorry". I have NO idea what he's talking about, wondering if he got too excited too early. Then he says, "I really need to go to a doctor." And that's when I realize...it's all about performance anxiety. I've never experienced this before so I have no idea what to say. Needless to say, I left shortly after and laughed the entire car ride home.
Online dating...it's a mixed up world and I'm just on the tip of the iceberg of finding it out! More to come soon....
Ok, I've never had a problem with stage fright. I'm lucky that way. I get up in front of a group of people, say my piece and sit back down. In fact, surprise surprise, I LIKE getting up in front of people. Still, even I have my nervous moments. Let's call it performance anxiety and especially when you let something build up in your head. The once easy feat of getting up speaking in front of a group is totally lost. Do you see where this is heading? No, ok.
It's Friday night, I've gone back and forth about whether date 6 is worth it. I'm committed to my experiment but sometimes all these random dates give me clammy nervous hands! Date 6 texts me saying he's in the area of the restaurant and he's wondering if I'm going to "stay for dessert". I interpret this as some kind of smooching or fooling around after our official date of dinner and drinks. I respond coyly by saying, "I have to go home at the end of the night". Then I decide that was too cold so I send another text saying, "But maybe I could be convinced to try some dessert". Attempting to keep up with the cute text exchange. There were a few texts in between about directions and what not. Then I get the text, "Meet me at the Holiday Inn, I'm relaxing on the big comfy bed." WHAT? There was NO mention of a hotel, at all and honestly....WHAT? Who does that? Now do I respond that way? No, I'm too nice. I think maybe I gave him the wrong impression. At this point I'm already on my way to meet Date 6. I don't think I can back out. So I figure, I'll just go for it and leave after drinks.
Since we'd already met at the aformentioned superbowl party dinner was fun. We had a lot of talk about, some things in common. Like I said he's a chivalrous romantic cutie but has to iron out some kinks. We went out for drinks, played some pool and in my weakness I agreed to come back to the hotel for just a little while.
There were lots of tender comments which are always appreciated. And lots of smooching. No heavy petting though, which is fine. Until he leans back, sighs and says, "I'm so sorry". I have NO idea what he's talking about, wondering if he got too excited too early. Then he says, "I really need to go to a doctor." And that's when I realize...it's all about performance anxiety. I've never experienced this before so I have no idea what to say. Needless to say, I left shortly after and laughed the entire car ride home.
Online dating...it's a mixed up world and I'm just on the tip of the iceberg of finding it out! More to come soon....
A little history
Hello Blogosphere!! I'm loading my old entries for my new fans. My newest entry will be posted today. For now, read, reread, live, relive the fast paced dating action that has taken place so far!
Hello blogosphere! I know I was given a small introduction in the Thanksgiving entry but allow me to REintroduce myself....My name is KT and I will be commandeering LBE every so often to discuss the complex world of online dating!! The original plan was 30 dates in 30 days. Then it morphed into "30 dates...finding a kiss for new years eve". Basically I had a lot of fun making up names for my imagined blog and finally my dear friend Natalie allowed me to share her space. No worries though, she runs the show. I am merely here to comment upon the one thing she can't right now...the post college single life; more specifically online dating. And there you have it, the perfect blog for writing about using online dating to set up 30 different dates: Life Belongs to the Energetic!
Hello blogosphere! I know I was given a small introduction in the Thanksgiving entry but allow me to REintroduce myself....My name is KT and I will be commandeering LBE every so often to discuss the complex world of online dating!! The original plan was 30 dates in 30 days. Then it morphed into "30 dates...finding a kiss for new years eve". Basically I had a lot of fun making up names for my imagined blog and finally my dear friend Natalie allowed me to share her space. No worries though, she runs the show. I am merely here to comment upon the one thing she can't right now...the post college single life; more specifically online dating. And there you have it, the perfect blog for writing about using online dating to set up 30 different dates: Life Belongs to the Energetic!
Date One: SUCCESS.
We met at a train stop and did the initial awkward handshake or hug which always becomes this morphed hug handshake and private space feels invaded. Ate some falalfel which meant NO KISSING for KT. Ok, I'm jumping ahead. The conversation over dinner was nice, we had a lot in common, we're both college grads, working at schools, career driven all that boring stuff. Also, we're both the oldest in our families so we kvetched about having to be responsible. He shared with me that he's a very private person so I'll have to keep personal details to a minimum. He gave me a nighttime tour of the Berekeley campus which I'd never stepped foot on before. It's a huge place with lots of large buildings it was dark so the perfect time for some discreet shoulder rubbing and hand holding. Quite a polite young man! But these interactions are ALWAYS tinged with akward-ness. Like trying to rub my shoulder that already has my gigantic purse on it. When your hand ends up tangled in my purse straps I just think you're trying to rob me. Not show your affection. And back to my previous comment don't go out for super garlicky food and expect a hot make out afterwards. But those are all manageable cons for the most part it was great conversation, good company and so.....
There will be a date 2! But I need comments people. Does two dates with the same person count towards the 30? I'll let you, the reader, decide.
Of course, I thought that my online dating blog would be chock full of ridiculous stories. And don't worry there will be more dates to come but for now I leave with an example of someone I'm not going to date:
VetLivinginthePark: i long for the taste of a woman. i long feel and hear a womans orgasm on my fingers and tongue. contact me back if your interested. hope to hear from ya soon.
On that note...let the games begin!
We met at a train stop and did the initial awkward handshake or hug which always becomes this morphed hug handshake and private space feels invaded. Ate some falalfel which meant NO KISSING for KT. Ok, I'm jumping ahead. The conversation over dinner was nice, we had a lot in common, we're both college grads, working at schools, career driven all that boring stuff. Also, we're both the oldest in our families so we kvetched about having to be responsible. He shared with me that he's a very private person so I'll have to keep personal details to a minimum. He gave me a nighttime tour of the Berekeley campus which I'd never stepped foot on before. It's a huge place with lots of large buildings it was dark so the perfect time for some discreet shoulder rubbing and hand holding. Quite a polite young man! But these interactions are ALWAYS tinged with akward-ness. Like trying to rub my shoulder that already has my gigantic purse on it. When your hand ends up tangled in my purse straps I just think you're trying to rob me. Not show your affection. And back to my previous comment don't go out for super garlicky food and expect a hot make out afterwards. But those are all manageable cons for the most part it was great conversation, good company and so.....
There will be a date 2! But I need comments people. Does two dates with the same person count towards the 30? I'll let you, the reader, decide.
Of course, I thought that my online dating blog would be chock full of ridiculous stories. And don't worry there will be more dates to come but for now I leave with an example of someone I'm not going to date:
VetLivinginthePark: i long for the taste of a woman. i long feel and hear a womans orgasm on my fingers and tongue. contact me back if your interested. hope to hear from ya soon.
On that note...let the games begin!
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