We were supposed to go to Disneyworld. Instead, we ended up at the psychic...
While my friend C's husband was away at a bachelor party, we were going to live it up...me, an actual single girl with no ties to Owings Mills. Her, a weekend off from married life...unchosen, but happening nonetheless. Unfortunately, we're all talk, and our 4 day weekend to Mickeytown never got booked. So, we decided on an overnight to NYC. Clearly, that was too expensive on super short notice, so DC it was. Except, it wasn't, and we ended up going nowhere. Except to Mt. Washington Tavern and the psychic.
It wasn't the first time I went to Savetta. In a prior blog entry from back in the day, I shared parts of my first visit with the lady who claims to know everything and proves she does know some things. Last time, I discussed how I safely avoided the death card during my tarot reading because I believe I have psychic abilities myself. This time, she told me that I have psychic abilities that I'm not completely connected to. Weird.
This time...
She told me I'm a happy person on the outside, a jokester, and that I cover up my real feelings. She told me that I'm a hard worker and that I work in a business that helps people. She wondered what it was that happened to me 7 months ago that caused so much doubt, confusion, and pain. Huh...
Apparently, in the next 4 years, I'm going to own my own business and will be very successful. I have two men in my life. One, from the past who has not let me go, and one from my present, who I already know. This guy cares very deeply about me and I should open myself up to the possibilites of him. Of course, she did not tell me who on earth this guy was, or, where I could find him. Then, she told me I would live until I'm 97. Of course I am.
Since I have no idea who this "present guy" is, I'm assuming she didn't get it all right, so I guess I better get cracking on this eharmony situation, because 68 more years of life is a long time to do it alone.
One problem. My matches are crap. Of the 97 people I've been matched to, I've been intrigued by less than a few. Then, the one guy who I got to the "must have/can't stand" stage with couldn't stand pretty much everything about me...he "can't stand" people who aren't strongly spiritual, need alone time, or, have a sarcastic tendency. Great job on that match eharmony. Really, I applaud you.
Almost one month down and two to go. This just might be the worst $50 I (my grandmother) has ever spent. I'm trying so hard to get you some fun date stories, but, if I can't get past the stage 2 level of communication, its going to be hard. So, here's to hoping that my next set of matches consists of a healthy handful of men who "must have" a sarcastic , agnostic, independant woman. Sing it, Beyonce.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Third Times A Charm?
Ha. That's what comes to mind when I think about today. It was ridiculous when I woke up at 5:37am when I didn't have to work until 10. Ha. It was typical when I got in line at Dunkin Donuts this morning, behind someone who was apparently catering a party for 700. Ha! Laughable when I pulled into the parking garage at work to open the store and couldn't find a parking spot! Ahahahaha!
Really, it was one of those days.
On my lunch break, I noticed a nice looking guy engagement ring shopping for his girlfriend. I also noticed him flirting as he entered the salesgirl's phone number into his Blackberry Storm. I'm going to guess that that marriage won't end well...
When I got home today, I felt lucky to be alive. Considering the 3 funny times I almost got run off the road on 97, given the finger multiple times all for unknown reasons, and then when I finally made it home, I could barely contain my road rage behind an off duty cop who was driving side by side to another car, windows down, carrying a conversation from his car to theirs. Really? Really. Ha!
Now I'm in bed trying to force myself to fall asleep. Clearly, its not working. What is wrong with me? I should be passing out the second my head hits the pillow. Lately, in all my non-plan cancelling, I've been partying like a (lame) rockstar! Trying to find balance is seemingly impossible. I have very little spare time because of my unsteady work schedule. But, when I am off, I want to be hanging out with my friends, not resting up in preparation for my next long day of busyness! That said, I've been having a blast, but am feeling (and looking) like a rundown trainwreck. Whatever. At least most bars are dark until last call when it simply doesn't matter anymore..
To catch you up on some recent events...
During a family dinner at my 'rents house, my grandmother informed me that she'd like to sign over a check to cover three months of internet dating. As I choked on my green bean, caught myself from falling out of my chair, and resisted the urge to vomit, she informed me that she'd really like me to give it just "one last try." I told her that that is what the last two times I followed her advice for were. "Third times the charm," she said.
So, after a few weeks of annoying conversations at family dinners about who the most recent internet matched couples were, I've succumbed to the pressure, braced myself, and joined e-harmony for a bargain price. Thank you coupon code.
For a mere $44, I have 3 full months of access to my most compatible matches. Woo. 3 days, 29 matches, and zero interest later, I'm pretty sure I wasted perfectly good money that could have been put to much better use...in a bar.
Good news is, I have a feeling that I give in and go out on actual nightmare dates, I'm going to have so much to write about! So, although this may not be the way to my soulmate, I'm pretty certain that its the way to a writer's block free world!
Moving on...I'm guessing its obvious that I haven't been documenting my resolutions in a while. But I do have a few worth discussing...
First. I may be known as the girl who always wears black. Don't get me wrong, I'm far from goth, hardly depressed, and definitely not color blind. I do, however, think most colors are ugly, and have trouble venturing out into the dangerous world of primary, pastel, and neon. However. I have recently been experimenting with mild colors like gray, green, and even a little purple. We'll see how long it lasts.
Second. I've purposely been living selfishly. I like to do what I want when I want. I'm thankful every day for the fact that I've yet to have kids, and that my world can revolve solely around me. Being less selfish is probably a pretty solid resolution considering that it can tend to turn into a really bad character flaw. So, when my roomie asked a smidge over a week ago what I though about getting a dog...I was hesitant. And then, she showed me her picture.
How can you resist that face? So I didn't. And so now, for just under 2 weeks, we have become parents to Bella. And I use the word "parents" quite appropriately. We've been up several times at 2am to walk her, then again at 5, and again at 7. We've cleaned up some pretty gross messes. And, it's a whole 'nother being you have to remember to feed. Crazy considering the two of us have trouble remembering to eat dinner half the time ourselves!
On the bright side though, she is SO cute. She loves being a lap dog, and for about 15 more lbs, she can be. She's super fun, fvery riendly, and so far, a really good dog! Although, getting a dog has proven kids to be even more scary now. I thought about it being pretty similar (almost exact really) until I realized that it couldn't be more different. After all, I'm pretty sure that when your kid has done something wrong, you'd be frowned upon if you proceeded to rub its face in its own bodily fluids, dragged it outside on a leash, and then locked it up in a crate with no toys...
Really, it was one of those days.
On my lunch break, I noticed a nice looking guy engagement ring shopping for his girlfriend. I also noticed him flirting as he entered the salesgirl's phone number into his Blackberry Storm. I'm going to guess that that marriage won't end well...
When I got home today, I felt lucky to be alive. Considering the 3 funny times I almost got run off the road on 97, given the finger multiple times all for unknown reasons, and then when I finally made it home, I could barely contain my road rage behind an off duty cop who was driving side by side to another car, windows down, carrying a conversation from his car to theirs. Really? Really. Ha!
Now I'm in bed trying to force myself to fall asleep. Clearly, its not working. What is wrong with me? I should be passing out the second my head hits the pillow. Lately, in all my non-plan cancelling, I've been partying like a (lame) rockstar! Trying to find balance is seemingly impossible. I have very little spare time because of my unsteady work schedule. But, when I am off, I want to be hanging out with my friends, not resting up in preparation for my next long day of busyness! That said, I've been having a blast, but am feeling (and looking) like a rundown trainwreck. Whatever. At least most bars are dark until last call when it simply doesn't matter anymore..
To catch you up on some recent events...
During a family dinner at my 'rents house, my grandmother informed me that she'd like to sign over a check to cover three months of internet dating. As I choked on my green bean, caught myself from falling out of my chair, and resisted the urge to vomit, she informed me that she'd really like me to give it just "one last try." I told her that that is what the last two times I followed her advice for were. "Third times the charm," she said.
So, after a few weeks of annoying conversations at family dinners about who the most recent internet matched couples were, I've succumbed to the pressure, braced myself, and joined e-harmony for a bargain price. Thank you coupon code.
For a mere $44, I have 3 full months of access to my most compatible matches. Woo. 3 days, 29 matches, and zero interest later, I'm pretty sure I wasted perfectly good money that could have been put to much better use...in a bar.
Good news is, I have a feeling that I give in and go out on actual nightmare dates, I'm going to have so much to write about! So, although this may not be the way to my soulmate, I'm pretty certain that its the way to a writer's block free world!
Moving on...I'm guessing its obvious that I haven't been documenting my resolutions in a while. But I do have a few worth discussing...
First. I may be known as the girl who always wears black. Don't get me wrong, I'm far from goth, hardly depressed, and definitely not color blind. I do, however, think most colors are ugly, and have trouble venturing out into the dangerous world of primary, pastel, and neon. However. I have recently been experimenting with mild colors like gray, green, and even a little purple. We'll see how long it lasts.
Second. I've purposely been living selfishly. I like to do what I want when I want. I'm thankful every day for the fact that I've yet to have kids, and that my world can revolve solely around me. Being less selfish is probably a pretty solid resolution considering that it can tend to turn into a really bad character flaw. So, when my roomie asked a smidge over a week ago what I though about getting a dog...I was hesitant. And then, she showed me her picture.
How can you resist that face? So I didn't. And so now, for just under 2 weeks, we have become parents to Bella. And I use the word "parents" quite appropriately. We've been up several times at 2am to walk her, then again at 5, and again at 7. We've cleaned up some pretty gross messes. And, it's a whole 'nother being you have to remember to feed. Crazy considering the two of us have trouble remembering to eat dinner half the time ourselves!
On the bright side though, she is SO cute. She loves being a lap dog, and for about 15 more lbs, she can be. She's super fun, fvery riendly, and so far, a really good dog! Although, getting a dog has proven kids to be even more scary now. I thought about it being pretty similar (almost exact really) until I realized that it couldn't be more different. After all, I'm pretty sure that when your kid has done something wrong, you'd be frowned upon if you proceeded to rub its face in its own bodily fluids, dragged it outside on a leash, and then locked it up in a crate with no toys...
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