...are gay. especially, mostly on girls. A tattoo on a girl screams insecurity. It says "I must permanently disfigure my body to show my dedication to 'expressing' myself and my individuality because everyone else is doing it and think it's cool and I think unicorns and stars are pretty..."
The female form is the most beautiful thing on the planet earth. Why do women want to fuck up and distract from that natural beauty? The reason's they give are stupid... they want to commemorate an event or time in their life when things are tough, hard, good, great, bad, etc. What better way to remember things than by ruining your skin with a giant ink blot. In 20 years that shit is going to look like someone puked battery acid on your arm, small of the back, ankle, etc.
more to follow
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
No Quarter
What I hoped would happen was my Dad would settle the hens (aunts and grandma) down about my being single while my youngest brother is getting married. What ended up happening was a joke BY my Dad questioning my sexual orientation. The hens were not amused. I played along. My Dad should have known better. The hens will share the joke with the family, invariably it will get mangled in the rumor mill and I'll magically become a friend of Dorothy. I guess I'm going to have to deal with this for the rest of my life or until I get married.
Speaking of hens, one of my aunts called me chicken for not having met someone and gotten married. I guess it's better than being called gay by your Dad.
Apparently there is some sort of record at play. Currently, one of my cousin's holds the record for being the oldest to marry (first marriage) at age 34. So I only have 4 years to find the woman I'll spend the rest of my life with and who will be the mother of my children, lest I bring shame on my family for getting married AFTER I turn 35... can we say Russian mail order bride?
Speaking of hens, one of my aunts called me chicken for not having met someone and gotten married. I guess it's better than being called gay by your Dad.
Apparently there is some sort of record at play. Currently, one of my cousin's holds the record for being the oldest to marry (first marriage) at age 34. So I only have 4 years to find the woman I'll spend the rest of my life with and who will be the mother of my children, lest I bring shame on my family for getting married AFTER I turn 35... can we say Russian mail order bride?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
If at first you don't succeed...
Started the diet thing again. Modified from previous versions. Hardcore first month (shakes mostly), then a transition to healthy food. You know, whole grain this, fat free that. I'll also be waking up at 5am to go to the gym. So far so good with the 5am thing. I am NOT a morning person. I need sleep. So looks like my bedtime will be 9-10pm each night. Which is not a big deal, seeing as how I'm not dating or anything.
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Blessing and a Curse
The Blessing
Firstly, and most importantly, I wish to congratulate my youngest brother for finally proposing to his girlfriend. I couldn't imagine a more perfect couple getting hitched. His fiance' will be a wonderful addition to the family. I'm especially looking forward to the wedding in August.
The Curse
I'm almost 5 years my brother's senior. The onslaught of questions and comments regarding my own marital status (specifically my lack thereof) will be formidable. It will certainly be a test of my intestinal fortitude, my ability to bite my tongue, to grin and bear it. I have all sorts of smart assery I could unleash, but I don't want to alienate my family and friends. They certainly mean well, but honestly, do they really think I'm not aware of the fact my youngest brother is getting married before me? The best tact for me to employ is to return the focus on my brother and his fiance'. After all the last thing I want is draw attention away from them.
I may get married, I probably won't.
Firstly, and most importantly, I wish to congratulate my youngest brother for finally proposing to his girlfriend. I couldn't imagine a more perfect couple getting hitched. His fiance' will be a wonderful addition to the family. I'm especially looking forward to the wedding in August.
The Curse
I'm almost 5 years my brother's senior. The onslaught of questions and comments regarding my own marital status (specifically my lack thereof) will be formidable. It will certainly be a test of my intestinal fortitude, my ability to bite my tongue, to grin and bear it. I have all sorts of smart assery I could unleash, but I don't want to alienate my family and friends. They certainly mean well, but honestly, do they really think I'm not aware of the fact my youngest brother is getting married before me? The best tact for me to employ is to return the focus on my brother and his fiance'. After all the last thing I want is draw attention away from them.
I may get married, I probably won't.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Cat Girl - After Action Report
Met cat girl through eharmony. She listed she had pets but didn't specify they were cats. She has 3 cats. This didn't bode well from the get go but I decided to see where it would end up. I even told her I was allergic to cats but she didn't seem particularly phased by that statement. We had a couple of great phone conversations. She laughs easy and at the right spots so I was hopeful.
I told her I would call her upon landing when I got back from visiting family over the holidays. I called and left a message. She texted back she was with family and would call later that day. She didn't get back to me for a couple days. When we did talk we had another great conversation. We agreed to "sorta" meet. She was going to a concert in town and I was going to a different concert. We met up, had a couple of drinks, talked a bit, and went to our respective concerts. This was the night before new year's eve. Than New Year's Eve, a couple of texts. Than I called her the day after new year's day and left a voicemail. Got a text back saying she'd call me Sunday.
She didn't call me until the following Saturday, after I 'closed' our match at eharmony. We talked for a bit and I asked her out for this Wednesday. She agreed. I told her I would call later in the week to confirm plans. In the meantime, i did that Internet stalker thing I do and found her twitter page with the following tweet: "Saturday kisses that makes you weak in the knees - Awesome!!" Yeah, I was expecting an interesting conversation when I called her.
I called her on Tuesday, and surprisingly she still wanted to go out so we figured out plans and I double checked that she was good to go for Wednesday. Things had been busy at work for her. She was good. Made plans, things were set. Than Wednesday at about 4:30ish I get a text from her saying how she was mentally and physically exhausted, asking to reschedule. I replied "No Problem, get some rest, talk later" and then promptly removed her number from my phone. I hate flaky people.
Lessons Learned:
Nothing really learned. I gave cat girl a chance and it didn't pan out. I was impressed with how she left herself avenues of escape, always had an excuse so she would never have to be the bad guy. Something I should probably learn. I guess I learned never ever ever make an exception to my personal rule about dating women with pets. Problem is single women and pets are inseparable. I don't understand the proclivity of single women to have pets, especially cats. I figure this has narrowed my dating pool by at least 90%. Oh well.
I told her I would call her upon landing when I got back from visiting family over the holidays. I called and left a message. She texted back she was with family and would call later that day. She didn't get back to me for a couple days. When we did talk we had another great conversation. We agreed to "sorta" meet. She was going to a concert in town and I was going to a different concert. We met up, had a couple of drinks, talked a bit, and went to our respective concerts. This was the night before new year's eve. Than New Year's Eve, a couple of texts. Than I called her the day after new year's day and left a voicemail. Got a text back saying she'd call me Sunday.
She didn't call me until the following Saturday, after I 'closed' our match at eharmony. We talked for a bit and I asked her out for this Wednesday. She agreed. I told her I would call later in the week to confirm plans. In the meantime, i did that Internet stalker thing I do and found her twitter page with the following tweet: "Saturday kisses that makes you weak in the knees - Awesome!!" Yeah, I was expecting an interesting conversation when I called her.
I called her on Tuesday, and surprisingly she still wanted to go out so we figured out plans and I double checked that she was good to go for Wednesday. Things had been busy at work for her. She was good. Made plans, things were set. Than Wednesday at about 4:30ish I get a text from her saying how she was mentally and physically exhausted, asking to reschedule. I replied "No Problem, get some rest, talk later" and then promptly removed her number from my phone. I hate flaky people.
Lessons Learned:
Nothing really learned. I gave cat girl a chance and it didn't pan out. I was impressed with how she left herself avenues of escape, always had an excuse so she would never have to be the bad guy. Something I should probably learn. I guess I learned never ever ever make an exception to my personal rule about dating women with pets. Problem is single women and pets are inseparable. I don't understand the proclivity of single women to have pets, especially cats. I figure this has narrowed my dating pool by at least 90%. Oh well.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Promises kept
Posting again, I should be writing an article for work. I should also be writing my personal statement for grad school apps. Instead I'm writing on this blog that only one person may actually read now (Hi Lily!).
I was bored so I did some internet stalking activities of cat girl to get more info. Found her facebook page which led me to her twitter page. On it she mentions something about Sunday Kiss leaving you weak in the knees as being awesome. FYI I wasn't the one doing the kissing. Awesome. The phone call this evening and date on Wednesday should prove interesting. Well there may be no date on Wednesday, but the phone call should be fun.
I guess the question is how I approach this? I wouldn't mind being her friend, she seems cool enough. But I'm not especially keen on how she has approached this whole thing.
Maybe she was talking about her cats kissing her, HA!
I was bored so I did some internet stalking activities of cat girl to get more info. Found her facebook page which led me to her twitter page. On it she mentions something about Sunday Kiss leaving you weak in the knees as being awesome. FYI I wasn't the one doing the kissing. Awesome. The phone call this evening and date on Wednesday should prove interesting. Well there may be no date on Wednesday, but the phone call should be fun.
I guess the question is how I approach this? I wouldn't mind being her friend, she seems cool enough. But I'm not especially keen on how she has approached this whole thing.
Maybe she was talking about her cats kissing her, HA!
Monday, January 11, 2010
I Just Wasn't Made for Dating
I quit. Well not entirely.
I canceled my eHarmony and other dating site accounts for a variety of reasons:
Firstly, I started gaining back a lot of weight. I don't blame the dating for the gain, but I don't need to give girls another reason to not go out with me. And since dating usually revolves around drinking and eating, and since I can't drink and eat when I'm dieting, no sense in dating.
Secondly, my blood pressure has risen considerably since I started dating. I could blame the weight gain, but the one glowing aspect of my health record has always been my blood pressure. Even when I was almost 300 pounds my blood pressure was a solidly average 120/80. When I lost the weight it dipped to 105/70. The last doctor's visit (and smack dab in the middle of the gun girl debacle) had my blood pressure at 146/90. WTF!
Thirdly, Dating is expensive. I'm applying to grad school and need to save as much money as humanly possible to afford it. Dating is giant waste of money. Why pay for 3 hours of anxiety and embaressment when All I need to do is go to the gym every couple of days in some tight fitting clothes and get the same feeling... for only the cost of a membership!
There currently is a girl I am talking to, but I have very low expectations for this. She has 3 cats. I tend to be very allergic to cats. She is the last of the eharmony girls. I have dubbed her cat girl. After action report to follow.
I canceled my eHarmony and other dating site accounts for a variety of reasons:
Firstly, I started gaining back a lot of weight. I don't blame the dating for the gain, but I don't need to give girls another reason to not go out with me. And since dating usually revolves around drinking and eating, and since I can't drink and eat when I'm dieting, no sense in dating.
Secondly, my blood pressure has risen considerably since I started dating. I could blame the weight gain, but the one glowing aspect of my health record has always been my blood pressure. Even when I was almost 300 pounds my blood pressure was a solidly average 120/80. When I lost the weight it dipped to 105/70. The last doctor's visit (and smack dab in the middle of the gun girl debacle) had my blood pressure at 146/90. WTF!
Thirdly, Dating is expensive. I'm applying to grad school and need to save as much money as humanly possible to afford it. Dating is giant waste of money. Why pay for 3 hours of anxiety and embaressment when All I need to do is go to the gym every couple of days in some tight fitting clothes and get the same feeling... for only the cost of a membership!
There currently is a girl I am talking to, but I have very low expectations for this. She has 3 cats. I tend to be very allergic to cats. She is the last of the eharmony girls. I have dubbed her cat girl. After action report to follow.
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