Well, ladies and gents. Who am I kidding, there's no gents reading this. So, ladies...things are getting weird for me over here. But first let's talk about dating. More specifically, online dating.
As I mentioned in my last blog, I joined an online dating site since "moving" to Denver. Mostly to meet people, have things to do and, of course, move on from my ex-boyfriend. And regardless of the dates themselves, there is something to be said about having plans. Having plans makes me feel popular, less boring, and important. I mean don't you feel good about yourself when you can say, "Sorry, I have PLANS that evening"? Cause I sure do!
Anywho, I've been on 4 dates so far, with 4 different guys and have about a 50/50 success ratio. The first guy, I went out with just because he asked me and he looked cute in his pictures. I didn't really even read his profile. So I drove through a virtual snowstorm from Denver to Boulder, white-knuckling the steering wheel the entire time, to listen to this assface brag about all the degrees he has, books he's written, money he makes, then not even pick up our $16 tab. WTF? Needless to say, we were not a match.
Second date was also in Boulder. This one was much different. Very cool guy, laid back, fun. We sat in a sports bar watching football and I got to make my very own bloody marys at the bloody mary bar. We had a lot in common because he flies planes as a hobby and buys and sells planes for a living. Now, my initial reaction wasn't necessarily I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off-and-hogtie-you-to-the-bedpost-too-much-information. But I definitely felt like he was into me and we would be seeing each other again. I mean, I got the cute follow-up texts that night, then another a few days later, and the day after that I asked what he was up to because I was going to Boulder, and all I got was "on my way to vail". That's it. No, "but when are you free?", No, "but what are you doing thursday?", nothing! That was a week ago and I haven't heard from him since. Any thoughts? I guess my radar is way off.
Third date was with the sweetest, nicest guy. A teacher. He wasn't as cute as his pictures, but he was so easy to be around, it didn't matter. We went to a climbing gym and out to dinner afterwards. I could tell he's a good teacher, because he was so patient teaching me all the climbing stuff (we actually had to take a demonstrative test before climbing). Anyway, we had fun! I thought! Again, I felt like he was totally into me and when he got home he texted me saying "Good date! Let's do it again sometime?" and I replied with a "definitely". That was a week ago, and still no word. Men are so weird.
Fourth date. This is the doozie. So I couldn't wait to meet this one guy that I had been talking to for a month. He seemed perfect. Tall, handsome, interesting, successful. He seemed to have it all. Online. When we were finally supposed to meet up, he canceled on me, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to go in for a second attempt. But I did. And here's what happened...
I was staying with friends, who were skiing in vail that day. I was also taking care of their 2 cats. Ten minutes before I'm supposed to go meet this guy at Starbucks, I go outside to toss the shitty kitty litter, close the door behind me to keep the cats from getting out ( you see where this is going?) and lock my stupid ass out the house. But it gets better. Not only am I locked OUT of the house, I'm also locked IN the back yard! They have an 8 ft wooden fence, and every single gate door is padlocked. I was in a mild panic. I had no jacket, no phone, no car keys, and no way out. For the next 20 minutes I try kicking the door in like on Law and Order, try opening locked windows, and try to figure out a way me and my high-heeled boots are gettin over this damn fence. And somehow I do it. Thanks to a broken plank, I am able to wedge my heel in and jump! And jump I did. Followed by running. To the nearest establishment, which happened to be a little Greek restaurant.
I breathlessly burst in, puke my story all over the first server I see, borrow his phone, call the Starbucks, ask the Starbucks guy to please find my date and give him the phone, talk to my date who says he will come get me, give him the address, and then sit and wait at the bar. The staff at this place was awesome. They gave me water, wine, pity, and shelter from the cold. The server sat with me at the bar, and brought it to my attention that my "friend" really should have been there by now. I certainly was getting concerned. It had been like 45 minutes, where was he? After 1 1/2 hours, I finally left the Greek place. I had gotten in touch with my friend I was staying with, she gave me some possible hide-a-key locations, and the server came with me to hop the fence so I wouldn't have to (awww...).
When I got inside, my phone had a missed call from my no-show date and a text saying "I'm at the front door, see you in a few." I mean what?? I clearly did not have my phone, hence the Starbucks call. And boy please. Tell me you didn't think to actually walk INSIDE the damn restaurant? So I sent a very annoyed wtf?! text message. He claimed it was all a big misunderstanding due to miscommunication, and would I like to meet for a drink. At first I did not. I mean I really felt like he just didn't want to get stuck with some locked out crazy, and thus purposefully misunderstood. But I went anyway. And when I spotted him at the bar, I was glad I did. Because he was even more gorgeous in person. And when he opened his mouth, I wished I'd stayed home with the kitty cats. Because he was a big douche. Another braggy, arrogant showboat. But at least this one paid.
And the last thing I'm going to say is, remember last time when I said I acted like a freak at that pilots house because I thought he wrote me on the online dating site, but it wasn't him after all yada yada? Well turns out that dude IS on that site and I got a notification that he checked out my profile! So, my nightmare kind of came true in the end and now it's so awkward that there is no way we could live together.
Moving schmooving will have to wait til next time, because ladies and ladies, I need to hit the hay. And if there are any gents out there reading this, I'd love to know about it!
Night night :)
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Moving and such...
As I have mentioned, I am in the process of relocating from Florida to Colorado. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it folks, moving is the worst. Ever. I have suitcases all over Denver, the majority of my crap is still back in Fla., along with my car which is sitting packed full of said crap on the side of the road just begging to be jacked. And because of this I am having to rent a car on all my days off, which is getting expensive. BUT I'm not paying rent, so that offsets the cost. Why am I not paying rent? Because I have not yet found a place to live.
My apartment hunting experience thus far has been interesting. It's interesting that in order to live where I want, in the kind of place I want, is out of my price range. So I can either live in an old apartment, where I want to be. Or a shiny new place a little less central. I hate compromise. There are 2 other options though.
Option 1: On my company website, I found an ad placed by a pilot for a room in his house, at a great price. He sent me pictures, and the place was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to cook dinners in his gourmet kitchen, sit by the fire in his modern living room, and lay my head on his (well my) down pillow. So we set up an appointment. I knew I wanted this place, it was just a matter of winning him over by appearing charming, respectful of others, responsible and clean. I giddily marched up his walkway and rang the doorbell. As he opened the door panic set in. I was absolutely sure this was the same pilot who a few days earlier had emailed me on an online dating site.
Ok, so this is hard for me to admit, but since coming out to Denver I have joined an online dating site. I have cringed at the idea for years, but after seeing almost all of my single friends doing it, I decided maybe it wasn't as creepy as I'd thought. Plus I really wanted to meet new people in my new city. It's been fun and weird, definitely entertaining, and now that I've admitted it, I will definitely do some blogging about my dating experiences. But back to the story. So I was mortified one day to find an email in my inbox from a pilot, identifying himself as working for my airline. Again, panic. I do not want anyone I work with to know I'm on there, let alone have to fly with this lonely man, let alone have to endure a house tour by this online dating maniac! So I immediately got real weird. I loved the house so much though that while trying to not reveal any personal information about myself that would lead to him discovering my true identity, I was still trying to win him over. This resulted in alot of nervous giggles and spastic conversation. Then I moved on to "Pick me! Pick me!" desperation. Not my finest moment. Needless to say the guys been wishy washy ever since, so I'm considering this option null and void. Oh and as soon as I peeled out of his driveway, I checked and it was so not the same guy. All that crazy for nothin!
Option 2: Old house in a more central location (pilot's house is kind of in the burbs) belonging to a 26 year-old male who is a friend of a friend. The house is definitely old, but also has character. There's a front porch, a big back deck with a hot tub and a sauna, and I still get my own bathroom. Plus the guy is so cool, I really wanna be his friend. But he has a dog, and I'm not totally into that. And I had this vision of moving to my new city and finally having a place of my own to decorate and buy furniture for and walk around in my underwear in. That's the other thing. Living with a guy, will I feel comfortable in my sports bra and zit cream on the couch? I guess I've done it before, and I suppose wearing more clothes isn't that hard. Plus, I think he could introduce me to more cool people in the Denver area.
So what to do folks? Roommate or independence? Seriously, I'm accepting any and all feedback. I'm looking at like 5 shiny new apts on Friday and have vowed to make a decision this weekend... Will keep you posted!
And happy birthday to my favorite little brother :)
My apartment hunting experience thus far has been interesting. It's interesting that in order to live where I want, in the kind of place I want, is out of my price range. So I can either live in an old apartment, where I want to be. Or a shiny new place a little less central. I hate compromise. There are 2 other options though.
Option 1: On my company website, I found an ad placed by a pilot for a room in his house, at a great price. He sent me pictures, and the place was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to cook dinners in his gourmet kitchen, sit by the fire in his modern living room, and lay my head on his (well my) down pillow. So we set up an appointment. I knew I wanted this place, it was just a matter of winning him over by appearing charming, respectful of others, responsible and clean. I giddily marched up his walkway and rang the doorbell. As he opened the door panic set in. I was absolutely sure this was the same pilot who a few days earlier had emailed me on an online dating site.
Ok, so this is hard for me to admit, but since coming out to Denver I have joined an online dating site. I have cringed at the idea for years, but after seeing almost all of my single friends doing it, I decided maybe it wasn't as creepy as I'd thought. Plus I really wanted to meet new people in my new city. It's been fun and weird, definitely entertaining, and now that I've admitted it, I will definitely do some blogging about my dating experiences. But back to the story. So I was mortified one day to find an email in my inbox from a pilot, identifying himself as working for my airline. Again, panic. I do not want anyone I work with to know I'm on there, let alone have to fly with this lonely man, let alone have to endure a house tour by this online dating maniac! So I immediately got real weird. I loved the house so much though that while trying to not reveal any personal information about myself that would lead to him discovering my true identity, I was still trying to win him over. This resulted in alot of nervous giggles and spastic conversation. Then I moved on to "Pick me! Pick me!" desperation. Not my finest moment. Needless to say the guys been wishy washy ever since, so I'm considering this option null and void. Oh and as soon as I peeled out of his driveway, I checked and it was so not the same guy. All that crazy for nothin!
Option 2: Old house in a more central location (pilot's house is kind of in the burbs) belonging to a 26 year-old male who is a friend of a friend. The house is definitely old, but also has character. There's a front porch, a big back deck with a hot tub and a sauna, and I still get my own bathroom. Plus the guy is so cool, I really wanna be his friend. But he has a dog, and I'm not totally into that. And I had this vision of moving to my new city and finally having a place of my own to decorate and buy furniture for and walk around in my underwear in. That's the other thing. Living with a guy, will I feel comfortable in my sports bra and zit cream on the couch? I guess I've done it before, and I suppose wearing more clothes isn't that hard. Plus, I think he could introduce me to more cool people in the Denver area.
So what to do folks? Roommate or independence? Seriously, I'm accepting any and all feedback. I'm looking at like 5 shiny new apts on Friday and have vowed to make a decision this weekend... Will keep you posted!
And happy birthday to my favorite little brother :)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Back to work...
Well, after 2 weeks off, I went back to work yesterday. Annnd it got off to a rocky start.
Because I just transferred to Denver, and have applied for but not received my SIDA badge (I forget what that stands for but basically we swipe it to get into secure areas of the airport) I have to stand around and wait for another employee to come along to escort me to our main crew room at DIA. So I arrive at the elevator, which does not open without a badge swipe, with 12 minutes before I have to check in, and wait. And wait and wait and wait. No one shows up. All the sudden I hear it coming up, the doors open, a maintenance guy walks off and I take the opportunity to jump in, hoping someone will summon it from the crew room and I can jump off. Nope. No one is summoning. And I can't open the door without a badge. So I'm stuck in this friggin elevator, with no cell phone service! I'm trying to call my company and every time they hang up because they can't hear me. I start to panic, because not only am I stuck in this hot, cramped elevator, but I'm also going to be late for work. It was almost 10 minutes before it finally started to move. And praise Jesus, it opened on the right floor. So I run to the computers to check in, 2 min late already and because I haven't been at work in so long, I have about 15 red priority messages in my inbox I have to open before it will let me check in. Long story short, I was late.
But there's more. My next stop was my locker, where I had to pick up my work coat and my flight attendant manual. And for some reason I cannot get my combination lock to open. I couldn't remember if I had to do a full turn, one-and-a-half turns, partial turn?? I mean I haven't used a master lock since high school. It's just not opening. Finally, after a few tries, it does. So I'm quickly trying to reorganize, I have a million things in my hands, my hair's in my face and I have no idea how I'm getting back up the elevator to go to work, and I look up and see my number one pilot crush walking right towards me. We will just call him Capt. X. Capt. X is just dreamy. He's cool, laid back, tan and gorgeous. Once he told me he wanted to go to costa rica with me, and I couldn't eat for a week. I love him. And at this moment, I need him. To let me up the elevator. Which he is more than happy to do, but not before I drop a few things, stumble, turn bright red and take entirely too long to get my shit together. X tells me he is leaving our airline for a bigger and better one in 3 weeks, and that he will email me before then. I don't really believe him, because every time I see him he tells me he's coming to Florida to hang out, and it's never happened. He sure is cute though :)
It is now day 2 of my 4 day trip. I'm in Vancouver and there is a Steve Nash fitness center attached to our hotel. The other FA and I made plans to take a class there today. We ended up doing a Tabata class. Ever heard of it? Me neither. But basically you do one intense exercise for 20 seconds, 8 times, with 10 sec between each set. And then switch to another exercise and do it again. Basically it's 20 seconds of hell you have to relive every 10 seconds. For an HOUR. The class started at noon and I had not eaten, which I knew was going to bite me in the ass, because you need fuel to withstand this kind of unique torture. So after I whipped someone with my jumprope and nearly passed out, I said "peace out suckas!" I made it to 12:30. Then headed straight to the smoothie counter. I could literally feel the blood going back into my brain with every sip. I've been watching a "Storage Wars" marathon ever since. Lesson learned: I need to get in shape and stop skipping breakfast!
For those of you interested in my progress in Denver; I still have not found an apartment I like, BUT am seeing an amazing looking house on Thursday after work. A pilot is looking for a roomie, and even though I swore I'd live alone, this place looks so gorgeous AND the price is right AND I wouldn't have to buy any furniture. So as long as the pictures are accurate and this guy isn't a big weirdo, it's pretty much a done deal for me. Will keep you posted...:)
Because I just transferred to Denver, and have applied for but not received my SIDA badge (I forget what that stands for but basically we swipe it to get into secure areas of the airport) I have to stand around and wait for another employee to come along to escort me to our main crew room at DIA. So I arrive at the elevator, which does not open without a badge swipe, with 12 minutes before I have to check in, and wait. And wait and wait and wait. No one shows up. All the sudden I hear it coming up, the doors open, a maintenance guy walks off and I take the opportunity to jump in, hoping someone will summon it from the crew room and I can jump off. Nope. No one is summoning. And I can't open the door without a badge. So I'm stuck in this friggin elevator, with no cell phone service! I'm trying to call my company and every time they hang up because they can't hear me. I start to panic, because not only am I stuck in this hot, cramped elevator, but I'm also going to be late for work. It was almost 10 minutes before it finally started to move. And praise Jesus, it opened on the right floor. So I run to the computers to check in, 2 min late already and because I haven't been at work in so long, I have about 15 red priority messages in my inbox I have to open before it will let me check in. Long story short, I was late.
But there's more. My next stop was my locker, where I had to pick up my work coat and my flight attendant manual. And for some reason I cannot get my combination lock to open. I couldn't remember if I had to do a full turn, one-and-a-half turns, partial turn?? I mean I haven't used a master lock since high school. It's just not opening. Finally, after a few tries, it does. So I'm quickly trying to reorganize, I have a million things in my hands, my hair's in my face and I have no idea how I'm getting back up the elevator to go to work, and I look up and see my number one pilot crush walking right towards me. We will just call him Capt. X. Capt. X is just dreamy. He's cool, laid back, tan and gorgeous. Once he told me he wanted to go to costa rica with me, and I couldn't eat for a week. I love him. And at this moment, I need him. To let me up the elevator. Which he is more than happy to do, but not before I drop a few things, stumble, turn bright red and take entirely too long to get my shit together. X tells me he is leaving our airline for a bigger and better one in 3 weeks, and that he will email me before then. I don't really believe him, because every time I see him he tells me he's coming to Florida to hang out, and it's never happened. He sure is cute though :)
It is now day 2 of my 4 day trip. I'm in Vancouver and there is a Steve Nash fitness center attached to our hotel. The other FA and I made plans to take a class there today. We ended up doing a Tabata class. Ever heard of it? Me neither. But basically you do one intense exercise for 20 seconds, 8 times, with 10 sec between each set. And then switch to another exercise and do it again. Basically it's 20 seconds of hell you have to relive every 10 seconds. For an HOUR. The class started at noon and I had not eaten, which I knew was going to bite me in the ass, because you need fuel to withstand this kind of unique torture. So after I whipped someone with my jumprope and nearly passed out, I said "peace out suckas!" I made it to 12:30. Then headed straight to the smoothie counter. I could literally feel the blood going back into my brain with every sip. I've been watching a "Storage Wars" marathon ever since. Lesson learned: I need to get in shape and stop skipping breakfast!
For those of you interested in my progress in Denver; I still have not found an apartment I like, BUT am seeing an amazing looking house on Thursday after work. A pilot is looking for a roomie, and even though I swore I'd live alone, this place looks so gorgeous AND the price is right AND I wouldn't have to buy any furniture. So as long as the pictures are accurate and this guy isn't a big weirdo, it's pretty much a done deal for me. Will keep you posted...:)
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Friendly Date?
Hi blog peeps! Well it's a new year and with it comes the familiar resolution of the "D" word. Yes, my friends, D-I-E-T. I started mine out with 2 cupcakes for breakfast, taco bell for lunch and a steak dinner. I probably lost like 5 lbs today ;) No, but seriously, my friend Heidi and I have resolved to lose 20 lbs before my brother's wedding in Bali in May. She's at -6 and I'm at +1 I think, so it is time to step up my game. The thing is, I would not have eaten so poorly if it wasn't for the all the drinking I did last night. Ahhh last night...
So, a boy I know from high school (although I never really knew him, because he was a grade above me in school and we never spoke to each other) who has been a facebook friend for years, emailed me last month asking if I would be home for the holidays and would I like to hang out. Since I was going to be home, and only have about 3 friends in town, my answer to both questions was "yes". Now, what I was not expecting was the daily text invitations. I mean he really wanted to get together. He texted with such persistent vigor that I started to wonder if we had actually been friends and I had just blocked it out. After about a week of not getting together, we finally did. Last night. At Kickbacks. Where we drank for 4 hours straight, and I arrived a ball of nerves feeling like I was going on a blind date. Which it almost kind of was, except in my mind this was not a date whatsoever, more like a high school reunion where the people have no idea who each other are.
Now this gentleman is very nice, easy going and reasonably chatty. But I still was not getting that romantic feeling. Until my 4th vodka soda. Yes, things did take a turn towards the end of the night. We will get to that, but first, let's talk about the weird thing that happened somewhere in the middle of our special time together. While out on my non-date, a man approached our table and actually asked me out on a real date, while my friend was sitting right next to me at the table. It was kind of bizarre and his lead in was that he was a journalist and writing an article on dating and would I like to participate. I said "suuuuuure?" at which point he said "I'm just kidding, but will you go out with me?" I was a little confused and a lot uncomfortable. But it gets worse. My man friend then says "How do you know we aren't on a date??" To which the guy responds, "Oh, you're not her type." And my friend's jaw hit the table, because, well, that was rude as hell. Then the new guy starts rambling on about how he missed an opportunity with the homecoming queen and he didn't want to let that happen again so can I please have your number etc etc. And I just said "Why don't you just give me yours?" And he did. And I'll admit I still have it, but will not be using it, like ever.
We left the bar close to closing time and since everywhere else was closed, we decided to go pick up this small bottle of bourbon I had left over from new years eve, and sit and drink it in his car in my parents driveway, while listening to all kinds of wonderful music I'd never heard before. And then we made out. For, like, a really long time. And I officially felt like I was in high school again. Then I went upstairs to my bedroom, burst into tears, and drunk dialed my ex-boyfriend. Is it 1997 up in here or what?
So, a boy I know from high school (although I never really knew him, because he was a grade above me in school and we never spoke to each other) who has been a facebook friend for years, emailed me last month asking if I would be home for the holidays and would I like to hang out. Since I was going to be home, and only have about 3 friends in town, my answer to both questions was "yes". Now, what I was not expecting was the daily text invitations. I mean he really wanted to get together. He texted with such persistent vigor that I started to wonder if we had actually been friends and I had just blocked it out. After about a week of not getting together, we finally did. Last night. At Kickbacks. Where we drank for 4 hours straight, and I arrived a ball of nerves feeling like I was going on a blind date. Which it almost kind of was, except in my mind this was not a date whatsoever, more like a high school reunion where the people have no idea who each other are.
Now this gentleman is very nice, easy going and reasonably chatty. But I still was not getting that romantic feeling. Until my 4th vodka soda. Yes, things did take a turn towards the end of the night. We will get to that, but first, let's talk about the weird thing that happened somewhere in the middle of our special time together. While out on my non-date, a man approached our table and actually asked me out on a real date, while my friend was sitting right next to me at the table. It was kind of bizarre and his lead in was that he was a journalist and writing an article on dating and would I like to participate. I said "suuuuuure?" at which point he said "I'm just kidding, but will you go out with me?" I was a little confused and a lot uncomfortable. But it gets worse. My man friend then says "How do you know we aren't on a date??" To which the guy responds, "Oh, you're not her type." And my friend's jaw hit the table, because, well, that was rude as hell. Then the new guy starts rambling on about how he missed an opportunity with the homecoming queen and he didn't want to let that happen again so can I please have your number etc etc. And I just said "Why don't you just give me yours?" And he did. And I'll admit I still have it, but will not be using it, like ever.
We left the bar close to closing time and since everywhere else was closed, we decided to go pick up this small bottle of bourbon I had left over from new years eve, and sit and drink it in his car in my parents driveway, while listening to all kinds of wonderful music I'd never heard before. And then we made out. For, like, a really long time. And I officially felt like I was in high school again. Then I went upstairs to my bedroom, burst into tears, and drunk dialed my ex-boyfriend. Is it 1997 up in here or what?
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