This is about the time things start getting crazy at work. Our DOS, who was planning to be out on maternity leave in January, has a preemie and starts maternity leave in the beginning of October. Baby was born 1.67 pounds. Doing great today!
We all have to pull together to make it work. If we hadn't been getting close yet, this is also probably the time I started becoming better friends with my colleague, E. We eventually call ourselves E Squared. Or maybe that's just me. I'm pretty sure she agrees to go to Pentatonix with me. I'll have to go back through and review our text messages next, but there would be fewer of them as we shared an office.
S talks more about LuLaRoe and Sweden....I think. This may be about the time the he doesn't have internet for two weeks and she seeks attention elsewhere. We are now referring to Problem Boy, and I'm not sure yet which one that is.
On the 8th, I am apparently going through some mental things. S and I had a plan to go out, but I couldn't people. I invited her over for wine and Netflix, but she never goes out, so she goes out with another girlfriend. She plans to drink a little and drunk text someone when she gets back.
Apparently a couple of days later I go out with someone else. I don't know who....but S asks if he bought my drink, and I say No.
Friday, June 9, 2017
Unicorns
My friend continues talking about Sweden, slays in a triathlon, and takes a trip with her daughter to Turkey, where the family of her daughter's father live. I'm thinking she's kicking life's ass.
She gets back to town and, in September we go to the Renaissance Festival with our mutual friend and all the kids. I wat Sch a lot of performances and choirs and think, "I could do that."
On September 19th, I passed my driver's test :) Had I not studied, I wouldn't have known that we don't do "10 and 2" anymore. While getting my Minnesota plates, I realize I have no idea where my car title is.
I still don't....
At the end of September, I decide to audition for The Elizabethan Syngers. (That's Syngers with a Y, Why? Because we like it!)
My friend and I talk a lot about LulaRoe. I buy a black dress with boom boxes all over it and some blue leggings covered in gramophones. I haven't worn those in a while....I should bust them out.
I invite my friend to see Pentatonix with me, but she's got the kiddo and we talk a bit about S taking Peanut for his fist overnight. She does not feel good about it. We talk more about LaLaRoe.
She gets back to town and, in September we go to the Renaissance Festival with our mutual friend and all the kids. I wat Sch a lot of performances and choirs and think, "I could do that."
On September 19th, I passed my driver's test :) Had I not studied, I wouldn't have known that we don't do "10 and 2" anymore. While getting my Minnesota plates, I realize I have no idea where my car title is.
I still don't....
At the end of September, I decide to audition for The Elizabethan Syngers. (That's Syngers with a Y, Why? Because we like it!)
My friend and I talk a lot about LulaRoe. I buy a black dress with boom boxes all over it and some blue leggings covered in gramophones. I haven't worn those in a while....I should bust them out.
I invite my friend to see Pentatonix with me, but she's got the kiddo and we talk a bit about S taking Peanut for his fist overnight. She does not feel good about it. We talk more about LaLaRoe.
It was about a month before I went on another date
I was playing the role of Matron Mama Morton in a community production of Chicago and keeping pretty busy there. I also had a good theatre crush on going on and was getting the attention that I felt I needed at the time. Nothing to write home about, but made daily rehearsals in the summer much more tolerable.
There continues to be no talk of men with my friend through the beginning of August. The next entertaining post is a nasty picture of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. Maybe we were talking about it during our resume weekly walks, but no one is ringing a bell. There was a guy I was eyeing up at weekly trivia, but that was never a thing.
Most of the the conversations center around her infatuation with an old flame living in Sweden. We call him....Sweden.
At the end of August I go out with a reheaded saxaphone player that I met at a networking luncheon. He waited about an hour to mention his girlfriend (did he think we were still "networking"?) and didn't buy me a drink. I find myself saying "In his defense...." a lot.
My friend says she never wants to date.
There continues to be no talk of men with my friend through the beginning of August. The next entertaining post is a nasty picture of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. Maybe we were talking about it during our resume weekly walks, but no one is ringing a bell. There was a guy I was eyeing up at weekly trivia, but that was never a thing.
Most of the the conversations center around her infatuation with an old flame living in Sweden. We call him....Sweden.
At the end of August I go out with a reheaded saxaphone player that I met at a networking luncheon. He waited about an hour to mention his girlfriend (did he think we were still "networking"?) and didn't buy me a drink. I find myself saying "In his defense...." a lot.
My friend says she never wants to date.
Yes, I was right.
Next was A: The Oompa Loompa. Roughly about the same size and shape, Seemed fairly nice though. Funny, kind, and employed. And who am I to judge? I usually say I'm teapot shaped. We planned to meet for dinner, and it didn't work out. He ended up inviting me over to his place where there was a party "by the lake" going on.By the time I got there, he was sloppy drunk and could barely stand or form complete sentences. And there was no party, just him in his lawn watching the neighbors grill out. I tried to chat for a little bit and didn't even try to make a graceful exit...just got the hell out. He didn't buy my a drink.
I went out for a date on my birthday. E; The bartender. (Thank goodness for old text messages, I didn't even remember his name.) We shared a charcuterie plate and he talked about himself a lot. I told my girlfriend he was "something between a dumb jock and potentially mentally disabled." He didn't buy me a drink. On my birthday. He knew it was birthday. I also learned later that he was technically disabled due to a brain surgery,so...I felt kind of shitty about my previous comment.
A couple of days later I grabbed a drink with the music director of the musical I was in, Gay. He bought me a drink.
I went out for a date on my birthday. E; The bartender. (Thank goodness for old text messages, I didn't even remember his name.) We shared a charcuterie plate and he talked about himself a lot. I told my girlfriend he was "something between a dumb jock and potentially mentally disabled." He didn't buy me a drink. On my birthday. He knew it was birthday. I also learned later that he was technically disabled due to a brain surgery,so...I felt kind of shitty about my previous comment.
A couple of days later I grabbed a drink with the music director of the musical I was in, Gay. He bought me a drink.
Hi! It's been awhile.
Almost a year, I tend to think more about blogging around my birthday. I guess it's really more journaling than blogging when no one reads it. I wonder the official defined difference between the two. I could Google it. But I prefer to wonder. I read that somewhere in the last year. "The Nest," I think, Didn't really like the book, but that thought stands out. If a book gives you one takeaway that stays with you, it's done it's job, right? Even if that take away has nothing to do with the book itself? No, let me do that again, Even if that take away has nothing to do with the book itself.
The space bar on my goofy little laptop is giving me troubles. We'll see how long I can keep this up.
J didn't work out. Turned out to be relatively creepy. And he never bought me a drink.
I'll have to go *way* back in my text messages with a girlfriend to figure out who was next. I think it was the drunken Oompa Loompa...
The space bar on my goofy little laptop is giving me troubles. We'll see how long I can keep this up.
J didn't work out. Turned out to be relatively creepy. And he never bought me a drink.
I'll have to go *way* back in my text messages with a girlfriend to figure out who was next. I think it was the drunken Oompa Loompa...
Monday, June 20, 2016
Emily Got Her Groove Back: Part II: "J: The Programmer"
Today, on my day off, I decided to throw a message out in to Tinder Land, even though I have two other dates lined up for this week, and have a real hard time managing too many at once. At least, I think I do, it's been awhile.
I noticed that this guy and I had a Facebook friend in common, someone from my theatre life, and had a few other interesting things going on. We chatted and flirted a bit and, surprisingly, he invited me out for a drink this evening. I said yes. I would much rather say yes than spend weeks trying to keep an online conversation interesting.
This time, he got there before me, I walked in and again, thought he was pretty attractive. We found a table, got some beers and curds (Wisconsin!) and chatted and laughed. I giggled to myself a little that, upon closer inspection, his shirt was a bit wrinkly, but that seems to be what happens when men don't have a woman in their life.
I got twice as far as the last date. Two drinks! And this guy wasn't going to be having kids any time soon...biologically. He got that out of the way. We shared stories, and I laughed but couldn't quite decide if he was funny or a truly epic tool. But, I was laughing and enjoying myself, so I had to go for the former. He excused himself to the rest room once, and maybe I was too skeptical, but I noticed a little bit of nose rubbing when he came back. I once went on a date with a guy who did drugs in the bathroom at a comedy show. It was obvious afterwards. This reminded of that and I seriously laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of it. I don't think he caught on.
It could have just been allergies though. We got our bill. Split it. (Is this a thing with dating nowadays? I mean, I can pay my own way, but I like it when a gentleman at least offers!) He invited me over, I declined. He walked me to my car, said he had a good time and would like to do it again.Why the hell not.
I got some pretty...suggestive but respectful..texts messages later. Let's call them straightforward, and I can't lie, flattering. Dating in your 30's, so far, has been so much less BS than when I dated 10 years ago. I said that I was willing to see him again,that I thought we could have a lot fun together, but anything more remains to be seen. But that is what dating is for, right?
I noticed that this guy and I had a Facebook friend in common, someone from my theatre life, and had a few other interesting things going on. We chatted and flirted a bit and, surprisingly, he invited me out for a drink this evening. I said yes. I would much rather say yes than spend weeks trying to keep an online conversation interesting.
This time, he got there before me, I walked in and again, thought he was pretty attractive. We found a table, got some beers and curds (Wisconsin!) and chatted and laughed. I giggled to myself a little that, upon closer inspection, his shirt was a bit wrinkly, but that seems to be what happens when men don't have a woman in their life.
I got twice as far as the last date. Two drinks! And this guy wasn't going to be having kids any time soon...biologically. He got that out of the way. We shared stories, and I laughed but couldn't quite decide if he was funny or a truly epic tool. But, I was laughing and enjoying myself, so I had to go for the former. He excused himself to the rest room once, and maybe I was too skeptical, but I noticed a little bit of nose rubbing when he came back. I once went on a date with a guy who did drugs in the bathroom at a comedy show. It was obvious afterwards. This reminded of that and I seriously laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of it. I don't think he caught on.
It could have just been allergies though. We got our bill. Split it. (Is this a thing with dating nowadays? I mean, I can pay my own way, but I like it when a gentleman at least offers!) He invited me over, I declined. He walked me to my car, said he had a good time and would like to do it again.Why the hell not.
I got some pretty...suggestive but respectful..texts messages later. Let's call them straightforward, and I can't lie, flattering. Dating in your 30's, so far, has been so much less BS than when I dated 10 years ago. I said that I was willing to see him again,that I thought we could have a lot fun together, but anything more remains to be seen. But that is what dating is for, right?
Emily Gets Her Groove Back..Part One "A: The Drummer"
So, I think it is officially okay to say that Emily has got her groove back. Two dates underneath my belt and two more scheduled for this week, all with new people. I found that I don't blog or take to Twitter etc as much when things are going well. But this whole dating thing might just be too funny not to document.
I've decided to give Tinder a try. I was super hesitant for a while, having the impression that it was all young people trolling for sex. And while I am sure that's a thing, and no judgement here, been there, done that...it isn't exactly what I am looking to get out of my dating experience right now.
Things were pretty dull for a couple of weeks and then suddenly, last week, a few good prospects started rolling in.
Last Wednesday, I went out with "A." I was so excited. I found him attractive, he was musically talented, worked for a non profit, had a sense of humor etc....we met for a beer just before 10pm last Wednesday. A little later than I normally go for on a "school night" but I don't believe in wasting time, and it was the first time we could get together, him after a gig and I after rehearsal.
I got there just a little before him and found a table, he walked (swaggered?) in and I was pleased and found him just as attractive as his photos. The conversation went well, We covered some good topics, the kind of things you talk about when you're dating in your 30's, and I think we both talked an equal amount. He talked a little about playing music in the Middle East and I said, "It sounds like this was a kind of life changing event for you. What did you learn?" I had previously learned that he was divorced and he shared that he had discovered that wanted more out of life than just his music...i.e. he wanted kids. Fair. 37, divorced, the last of his name, that made anthropological sense.
I replied that I am not against children, but, at 33, I don't seem to have the same "ticking clock" that most women do my age.I also shared that I have some opinions on over population and adoption. Many important people in my life are adopted and I think, if I do choose to have children, it might be something to think about.
We talked a little more and then he apologized for being so tired, I'm pretty intuitive, so I was a little skeptical, but then again, we had met for beer at 10 pm after long days. We both paid for our own drinks, and walked out and had an awkward one armed hug goodbye with no talk about a second date.
I didn't want to read too much in to it, but again, I'm pretty empathetic. The next day, I broke the rule and texted him, saying 'I know I'm breaking the rules, but I enjoyed getting to know you and wondered if I am going to hear from you again? I'd rather know sooner rather than later."
And sure enough, my views on children were a"deal breaker" for him. I assured him that I wasn't against kids,but thought there should be a few other steps first, but it turns out that is not what he is looking for. He seems to be looking for someone who is anxious to have kids ASAP. My little sister said it was fair to want to meet someone who wanted me for my personality first and not my womb.
I've decided to give Tinder a try. I was super hesitant for a while, having the impression that it was all young people trolling for sex. And while I am sure that's a thing, and no judgement here, been there, done that...it isn't exactly what I am looking to get out of my dating experience right now.
Things were pretty dull for a couple of weeks and then suddenly, last week, a few good prospects started rolling in.
Last Wednesday, I went out with "A." I was so excited. I found him attractive, he was musically talented, worked for a non profit, had a sense of humor etc....we met for a beer just before 10pm last Wednesday. A little later than I normally go for on a "school night" but I don't believe in wasting time, and it was the first time we could get together, him after a gig and I after rehearsal.
I got there just a little before him and found a table, he walked (swaggered?) in and I was pleased and found him just as attractive as his photos. The conversation went well, We covered some good topics, the kind of things you talk about when you're dating in your 30's, and I think we both talked an equal amount. He talked a little about playing music in the Middle East and I said, "It sounds like this was a kind of life changing event for you. What did you learn?" I had previously learned that he was divorced and he shared that he had discovered that wanted more out of life than just his music...i.e. he wanted kids. Fair. 37, divorced, the last of his name, that made anthropological sense.
I replied that I am not against children, but, at 33, I don't seem to have the same "ticking clock" that most women do my age.I also shared that I have some opinions on over population and adoption. Many important people in my life are adopted and I think, if I do choose to have children, it might be something to think about.
We talked a little more and then he apologized for being so tired, I'm pretty intuitive, so I was a little skeptical, but then again, we had met for beer at 10 pm after long days. We both paid for our own drinks, and walked out and had an awkward one armed hug goodbye with no talk about a second date.
I didn't want to read too much in to it, but again, I'm pretty empathetic. The next day, I broke the rule and texted him, saying 'I know I'm breaking the rules, but I enjoyed getting to know you and wondered if I am going to hear from you again? I'd rather know sooner rather than later."
And sure enough, my views on children were a"deal breaker" for him. I assured him that I wasn't against kids,but thought there should be a few other steps first, but it turns out that is not what he is looking for. He seems to be looking for someone who is anxious to have kids ASAP. My little sister said it was fair to want to meet someone who wanted me for my personality first and not my womb.
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