inspired by girldateslondon.com

she's really quite amazing with her persistence and noble attempts to maintain self-respect and dignity in the dating world. it truly does seem like we're subjected to blow after blow of booty calling and relationshipless relationships, aside from the ridiculous amounts of time spent deciphering the significance of an email, text, or voicemail message. perhaps, 'he's just not that into you' IS well put...

resurrecting my going-out-tops

since i was 'working from home' today, or whatever that means, i've been doing odds and ends around my apt, cleaning up after myself from my wknd activities. among other things, this entailed folding my going-out top from saturday night and putting it back into a suitcase that contains my stash of dramatic and scandalous tops. it's actually quite amusing to me that i've built up this stash over the years.

humor me while i attempt to give you a description of sat nite's top as an example - it's an aqua blue top that glittery all over, has one strap - it's one of those tops that leaves the other shoulder naked (i know - the scandal!), and the front part of it has gold lining. sometimes i wonder what gets into my head when i make these purchases.

the irony of it is, i don't even really like wearing these tops that much any more, but i feel compelled to because i *am* in nyc. i do end up sporting them though (not without a cardigan or light jacket to tone down the dramatics though.) case in point - sat nite, i think i looked good, and that's also what my friend-like-acquaintance (whose party it was) had told me. the gentleman from georgia also thought i looked good - but he asked me to talk off my little cover-up sweater. i knew that wasn't happening, esp. since you could pretty much see all that it was necessary to see with the sweater on, if you know what i mean. it's always a bit weird to me to wear this kinda stuff out cuz when i hear guys ask me to take off my sweater or something, part of me is screaming but i don't even know you well enough for you to ask me that. and of course, this makes me a bit of a conservative in the dating world. oh well, i am what i am :)

i guess i'll go back to 'working from home'....

p.s. i guess i did end up giving you some of the gory details of the evening :)

boys, boys, boys

in my attempt to re-acclimate to nyc (i moved back recently), i've jumped head first into nyc's online dating community. i've been on fifteen or so first dates that haven't really amounted to a whole, whole lot. i can't really complain though because, for the most part, the men that i've gone out with were decent folks.

that is, with the exception of one outlier. and yes, there always has to be that one psycho person that just doesn't get it. but thankfully, that one person didn't actually have any personal information of mine except for my first name and my phone number. he does, however, have a pic of me which could have frightful ramifications in the cyber-realm (esp. cuz i'm paranoid, cynical, and overly-imaginative).

in any case, i was actually seeing one guy (not the psycho one) for a few weeks, but the timing wasn't right for him, i guess. i'm not 'in the know' about these things, and i don't really like to read into things, because i think that's more trouble than it's worth - so i said to myself, 'well, it was what it was,' and resumed my online searches for mr. acceptable (i think mr. right is a misnomer - implies that all the other guys are mr. wrongs, not a logical way to approach the whole search, if you ask me).

at the very, very least, i know i've made a solid attempt to meet folks from different walks of life - and, for now, at least i can take a break from it all and know that i *did* try : P