5,4,3,2,1.....NEXT!

Let me first begin with: I did this for all of you.

Last week I went Speed Dating.

Yep, you read that correctly, as a truly dedicated blog author, I spent a good two hours last Wednesday going on eleven, five minute first dates. One right after each other, whistle blowing included. And much to my disappointment, and now to yours, it was not nearly the disastrous train wreck I was expecting it to be.

Unfortunately none of the guys were extraordinarily creepy, with the exception of three, and even two of those were pleasant-ish to talk to. The only real weirdo, was Michael, possible axe murderer, who tried to smooth talk his way into sitting with us in the car before the event had even started. Luckily we paid enough attention in kindergarten to learn "stranger danger!", and politely declined his request. As if to add to his already creeptastic reputation Michael, axe murderer or not, never ended up coming inside to the speed dating event. He must of been intimidated by my friend and I's ridiculously good looks, but not too intimidated to leave his business card on my friend's windshield. Thanks Michael, we'll give you a ring if we need any axe murdering done.


Once I got over the awkward-ness of having to jot down my suitor's name, and more importantly group number, plus any quick notes about his personality or receding hairline, the experience was actually kind of fun. I mean it made for a pretty raging Wednesday night, at least compared to my usual Wednesdays, which are typically spent laying in bed watching the four hour tivo-ed NCIS marathon from earlier in the day. I LOVE NCIS Wednesdays. I think it would be a safe bet to say this was one of the wilder things I have done on a night mid week, right behind my entire sophomore year in college, but that's another story all together.


When I got home, I was actually pretty excited about the outcome of the evening, and whether it was the endorphins from all the enthralling conversation, or the glass of wine necessary for me to participate in this sort of event, I happily picked a few guys that I liked. In fact it was hard to say no to all the other guys, because a lot of them were actually pretty cool, and I would have loved to be friends. But I figured in a speed dating situation, it would be kind of bitchy to "match" with these guys and then throw down the friend card immediately. I think I have too much compassion to become a speed dating regular, I'm too good at being "interested" in every one's lives. A repercussion of 5 years as a sorority girl.

But as it always has to happen, after I sent my matches in, reality set in and I freaked out. I decided that despite my enjoyable time, I am too young to date any of these guys. The age range for the evening was 23-33, putting me right at the bottom, and as it seemed put all the guys right at the top. Ten years my senior is just too much for me, especially when I suffer from such commitment issues like not being able to decide what day of the week to do laundry. They're probably more interested in the potential for long term, whereas I am more interested in how.... not to do that.

So if by some outrageous chance any of the guys from my speed dating experience, with the exception of axe murdering Michael, stumble upon this blog, I'm sorry to not return any of your advances. Trust me, it's for the better, you might not know it yet, but you should thank me for doing you a favor. I have to potential for being all kinds of crazy. But thanks for a fabulous Wednesday evening, I truly did thoroughly enjoy it.

New Year, New Me.....?

I've never really been much for making new years resolutions, mainly because I've never really been much for sticking to them. Have any of us? Sure I'd love to lose ten pounds, or make fewer rude facial expressions to stupid people, but I have always been a realist. Making a promise to myself will in no way solidify that I'll actually make those dreams come true. And I think all of you out there  know exactly what I am talking about. We are all enchanted by the idea of a new year bringing a new slate where we can start over fresh. But after three days of dieting sometimes you just want a fucking slice of cake, and those celery sticks just aren't going to cut it. And with the alarmingly large amount of stupid people in the population it's impossible to keep a straight face around each and every one of them. Despite my non existent track record with resolutions, I think I might have stumbled on to a little idea going into 2011. ( As a side note: I realize it has been quite a while since I have blogged, so I would just like to take this moment to say, holy crap, it's 2011?!  How the hell did we get here??!).

So this year my "resolution" is such: I am going to try and do more things that I LOVE to do this year. Things like reading books, something I rarely do anymore, it's questionable whether I even still know how to read. Hopefully the proof reading of this post will put me back into the swing of things. I also used to make a lot of headbands and bows, for myself and other people (holler NATH!), which I definitely need get back into doing. I  haven't worn a bow in my hair in months, and I think those messy curls are getting quite bitter about it. Plus I have a bunch of new ideas, so I need an outlet to pour my creativeness into. I want to start sewing again regularly, and not just for school projects, for all kinds of things, especially the gifts I still owe to people (I'll get to those shirts eventually Dad, Danny, and Jason....i promise), and all the tailoring I apparently have to do for all my friends clothing. And finally I want to spend more time outdoors, hiking, rollerblading, bike riding, etc. All of these things make me happy and therefore they need to be necessities in my 2011.

I think I have gotten off to a good start so far, I went bike riding with my parents just the other day. That was an experience in itself, nothing makes you feel like a third wheel more than being a single bike desperately trying to keep up with my parents on their tandem bicycle. I don't know if they are just in way better shape than I am, I maintain two people on one bike obviously can go faster than one, but I spent the entire ride a good twenty feet behind them. And frantically trying to catch up, which never happened until they stopped. Guess I'll have to do some secret training of my own, if we are going to keep up that Saturday morning tradition.

Anyway, I think the key to this resolution is the fact that I don't have to learn to do anything new. All of the things I want to start doing this year are activities that I already know how to do. You've reached that "aha" moment now, haven't you? That's right, I have created the perfect resolution for a lazy person like myself, just continue doing things I'm already good at. This way come March, when all of those new gym go-ers are fizzling out from exhaustion, I'll still be happily sewing up a bow storm. So take that new year's resolutions,  2011 is gonna be my year.

In other news I am heading off to Vegas in 3 days, I'm breaking in the stilettos as we speak, so watch out Sin City, I'm ready for some fun. I'm hoping to be inspired out of this writers block I have been suffering from, so more frequent posts to come, I promise. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, unless it's just absolutely ridiculous (which if it involves me, it usually is) and then I'll have to blog about it. I hope the new year has treated you all well so far, I look forward to sharing lots of shenanigans in 2011!!!


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