April 17th...
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
It's April (at least in update land it is)... I have been avoiding meeting anyone new recently but every once in a while I will check the sites for anyone new and interesting... more interesting then anything else. I found I have been stuck in the rut with the same men over and over the football and beer obsessed idle date includes dinner, a movie and sex... and more sex. Did I mention sex. Nothing has been coming out of these relationships so I am being a little more picky which has narrowed my choices to.... well a minimal amount of men that are meeting my standards.
One such new manventure I will call... Mr. Fray... because he is obsessed with The Fray. This probably should have been my first warning. Not that I am not a fan of the Fray but I easily can fall a sleep to it or you know it is great music to listen to in the car with the windows down on a warm spring day. Mr. Fray also was not interested in any type of sporting events, thought yoga was for smelly hippies, didn't eat chicken and would rather eat eggplant parm then a juicy steak. This should have all been a warning to what was to come and I should have been running to the hills but instead I was intrigued by the artsy tall Irish man. He could hold a conversation and wanted me to call him when I got out of work. It was nice to have someone who was interested in my day and not just what I was doing that weekend or night.
We set up a date to meet. The plan was to meet in a cute little canal town. He was going to pack us a lunch and we would check out the little stores around town and grab a drink before the nights end. As the date approached our conversations became more personal and our similarities became far and few. the only thing that kept me going was that dates with someone new is always an adventure...
This was one adventure that was never going to take off... the day we were going to get together he called to say he wasn't going to be able to...something came up. Which is fine but then Mr. Fray also said he was going to call me the next day... well I didn't hear from him for close to a week...
His reasoning was...
1) we were going to fast...
Too fast?! when is a daytime picnic too fast? Besides Mr. Fray you're the one that said you already made me a mixed tape... what is this the 90s?
2) too many guys have me as a 'favorite' on the dating site...
If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen and if you are not willing to make yourself stand out from those guys you sir are not worth my time.
Mr. Fray came and went like the Spring... It is Oct now and I still get an email from him every once in a while. But it takes more then a promise of a mixed tape to win my heart and be the man of my dreams...
XOXO
**ME**
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
It's April (at least in update land it is)... I have been avoiding meeting anyone new recently but every once in a while I will check the sites for anyone new and interesting... more interesting then anything else. I found I have been stuck in the rut with the same men over and over the football and beer obsessed idle date includes dinner, a movie and sex... and more sex. Did I mention sex. Nothing has been coming out of these relationships so I am being a little more picky which has narrowed my choices to.... well a minimal amount of men that are meeting my standards.
One such new manventure I will call... Mr. Fray... because he is obsessed with The Fray. This probably should have been my first warning. Not that I am not a fan of the Fray but I easily can fall a sleep to it or you know it is great music to listen to in the car with the windows down on a warm spring day. Mr. Fray also was not interested in any type of sporting events, thought yoga was for smelly hippies, didn't eat chicken and would rather eat eggplant parm then a juicy steak. This should have all been a warning to what was to come and I should have been running to the hills but instead I was intrigued by the artsy tall Irish man. He could hold a conversation and wanted me to call him when I got out of work. It was nice to have someone who was interested in my day and not just what I was doing that weekend or night.
We set up a date to meet. The plan was to meet in a cute little canal town. He was going to pack us a lunch and we would check out the little stores around town and grab a drink before the nights end. As the date approached our conversations became more personal and our similarities became far and few. the only thing that kept me going was that dates with someone new is always an adventure...
This was one adventure that was never going to take off... the day we were going to get together he called to say he wasn't going to be able to...something came up. Which is fine but then Mr. Fray also said he was going to call me the next day... well I didn't hear from him for close to a week...
His reasoning was...
1) we were going to fast...
Too fast?! when is a daytime picnic too fast? Besides Mr. Fray you're the one that said you already made me a mixed tape... what is this the 90s?
2) too many guys have me as a 'favorite' on the dating site...
If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen and if you are not willing to make yourself stand out from those guys you sir are not worth my time.
Mr. Fray came and went like the Spring... It is Oct now and I still get an email from him every once in a while. But it takes more then a promise of a mixed tape to win my heart and be the man of my dreams...
XOXO
**ME**
