Friday, November 23, 2012

Thanks the Giving

Thanksgiving 2012 in pictures (and captions):

Fall in the streets

Emmy rockin' her cone 

The Game Plan!
Albeit, sideways 
Making the pumpkin chiffon pie 

Lazin' with my boy 
I love fires in fireplaces!
Day of preparations 
The poor little ugly bird who died
for our freedom...oh wait. I'm getting
my stories mixed up 
Making the dough for the rolls!!!!! 
Dough!! 
Paula's Stuffing. THE best. 
Taffy apple salad, a Zimmer tradition 

The stuffing, ready for the oven! 
The dough has risen! Just like Jesus
(except much more quickly)! 
Layering for the apple crisp 
Cutting the dough to make the rolls 
Snugging with my boy 
The apple crisp! 
Mmmm. Homemade yeast rolls, 
The table 



Adventures #8: Review. Because my attention span is waning

As I've done as much dating in these last few months as I've done in my lifetime prior to online dating, I needed to get a few things (and people) straight in my head. For posterity and because I'm forgetting people and the events they are connected to, here's the list:

1. Lawyer Red - early frontrunner but no date
2. Indiana Tim - my 1st first date, great voice, boring, did not look like his pictures
3. Big Country - three dates, Ayn Rand Libertarian, did-I-mention-I'm-intelligent. I learned that I do not like Ayn Rand Libertarians.
4. Stage Five Clinger - one date. that's about it. I learned what it's like to be on the other side of clingy.
5. Brad - three dates, weird ending, first date kisser, Jewish. I learned a few things - some can't be listed here - but basically just a good opportunity to practice assertiveness.
6. Kolin-with-a-K - one date, smart and funny, no chemistry, Greek. I learned that humor + intelligence is a big thing for me.
7. Marc - French. Fun. Cute. I learned that I like bordeaux wine, The Goat Farm, remembered I like interpretive dance, and was inspired to do more cultural things in Atlanta and spend more time in Piedmont Park and Midtown. That one hurt a little. But he is forgot and things are as they were.
8. Andrew - new kid on the block (not that he's in a boy band, he's just the current person with whom I am communicating)

Eight men in 4 months. Sounds like a Sex and the City episode. It's actually been way less glamorous, but I guess I've gotten my money out of this adventure. And I have totally gotten over first dates. They used to be intimidating; now they're just a necessary evil. I used to think, I really need to impress and be awesome!!!!!!!!! Now I think: I look cute - impress me. Just kidding (kind of). Now I really just go in thinking, I'm going to be myself and you can take it or leave it. It's actually probably a combo of those 4 elements (plus other schtuff): I look cute, I'm being myself, impress me, take it or leave it.

And I've learned a lot about myself and about life. I've experienced new things, tried new restaurants, realized that humor and intellect are incredibly attractive to me, and eaten at Verde for 3 first dates (seriously). And I've learned resilience - or maybe that I have resilience somewhere in there. It is such a weird feeling to date so much, to go on dates with more than one person, to be going into date #3 with someone and go on first dates with someones else - knowing that whether they like you or not, they're doing the same thing. And then to like someone, knowing they're dating other people. To like, to not like, and to have to heal and move on more quickly than you would in any other situation. It's like the hokey pokey, but with your heart being put in and out. Or deciding if you want to play the hokey pokey and even get your heart involved.

I also think this process has internalized the knowledge that - no matter what, regardless of where I am in this dating process - I still have all of the wonderful and not-so-wonderful parts of life. I still have my loverly friends, my weirdly functional family, my perfect Lilian, my job, my running, my apartment, myself...essentially, my life.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Adventures #7: oh lawd if one more person...

This is a very serious post. Very serious. I don't think I can iterate enough how serious this post is.

If one more guy writes that he is passionate about...

a. sports (really? are you?)
b. the outdoors (would you seriously say you hated them?)
c. trying new things (oooo. good for you)
d. working out (just post a pic of your biceps. that's what you want to do anyways)
e. travel (is this so we know you're not boring?)

...then I'm going to set myself on fire. Most likely figuratively, but there is a slight chance it will be a literal blaze.

I know women's profiles are probably equally as banal, but please. Please. Please. Jesus, please. (Seriously. Jesus needs to step in). Why would I want to get to know you if you're the same as the next guy and the next and the next and the next and the next? Why would you want to get to know me??

Realizing that coming up with a passion - and naming it - is easier said than done, I implore the dear people of online dating to TRY and come up with something more meaningful than the aforementioned items. Be silly! Be serious! Be ridiculous! Be sentimental! Just don't be like everyone else. I'm seriously considering sending all of them a form letter than says, essentially, no one is going to like you if you can't come up with something besides UGA football to be passionate about. Or simply: you are dumb.

To get you started, here is a sample of some of the funnier (read: more interesting) things I've read:

a. oxford commas (who doesn't love an oxford comma?!)
b. rebuilding classic cars (can't make that shit up)
c. "extremely expensive craft beer" (while probably a backhanded way to indicate your wealth, I appreciate the alliteration)

Yes, there are far fewer interesting things than dumb shit, but that is pretty much how I feel about this online dating thing at this point. Lots of dumb shits, far fewer interesting things.

Friday, November 16, 2012

The one that actually hurt my feelings

It cannot last long. He will be forgot and we shall be as we were before...A little time, therefore.-

- Jane Bennett