I will not jump out of a plane or off a bridge. No need for me to soar like a kite over the ocean. No interest in putting my life savings on a roulette table, or even crossing the street without looking both ways. I am not risk taker. In fact, I might be the exact opposite.
Looking back, I can't really remember any risks I've taken. Except for maybe quitting my college backed career to pursue a childhood passion. Other than that, nada. I realize this is unfortunate.
Last week, I gave a woman with scissors in her hand full control, and she gave me bangs. If I had published this blog a week ago, I would have said it was the last risk I'd ever take. Day 1 went something like this. Got hair cut. Purchased a hat that the salon randomly was selling so that I could cover up the risk I'd just taken. Fell out of the salon by finding and stepping on the one remaining patch of ice in Maryland. Punched my finger through the side of my coffee cup during fall and was unable to save the remains. Sat in a Dunkin Donuts parking lot and stared at myself in my mirror. After deciding I was not ready for the world to see me, I went through the drive thru and got a new coffee. Drove to work. Sat in parking garage and stared at myself some more. Found lone bobby pin in my car and with some help with some serious Control Force hairspray, pinned bangs back to pretend they never existed. Got to work. Took my break and went to GNC and bought Biotin and Hair Skin and Nail Formula, suggested to make your hair grow faster. Bought purse pak of bobby pins and a few headbands. Returned to work. All in all, I think I handled it well.
The next few days were better. I fought the urge to shellac my hair back again and boldly sported my new bangs. At my mom's house the next night, my uncle asked me if I was wearing a wig. He then said "I mean, it looks like a good wig." My dad told me I shouldn't have cut my hair. My aunt stared at me for a good 5 minutes in silence, while deciding what she thought of it. Turns out, by the end of the night, she did.
Since then, I give the bangs a chance about every other day. And I have to say, I don't hate them as much as I did. They're growing on me. Ha! GROWING on me, get it!? Fine, moving on. Now some of you might be reading this thinking, really? She's making this big of a deal over a haircut? But, I'll have you know that not only did I take a real risk here, but a few years ago, after 8 inches got hacked off my hair, I locked myself in the work bathroom and cried. Then, I cancelled all plans I had for a week. I'd say I've come a long way in handling difficult situations!
My stylist said that she gives people bangs and they get boyfriends. Hmm, risk hair, gain a boyfriend? I don't want to ruin her reputation or anything, but my membership to match.com expires in 6 days. And considering that in 3 months I went on 2 dates, the chances are not good. I guess I'll have to start meeting people in real life. Bring it on bangs, bring it on...
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
What Women Want
On a daily basis, I'd say I'd have about...say...0 dating prospects come in to my life. I suppose it could be my field of work, the fact that my ripe old age of 29 prohibits me from my once ability to party hardy on a work night, or, that none of my friends are even attempting to set me up. After what I learned this week though, I don't really think it matters. It seems I don't have what men want...
Twice this week it happened. While on a less than salesy sales pitch (yes, I'm that good) a women says to me "I'm sorry, I am really not hearing anything you're saying to me right now because I can't stop looking into your eyes. They're mesmerizing." And the next day, in yet another similar situation, a different woman says "You're going to have to repeat that. I'm completely in awe of your perfect hair and nails. I can't stop staring." She then proceeded to awkwardly hold my hands as she examined them closer.
Now sure. I'm flattered to say the least...but really? I realize that hair and nails aren't necessarily the assets that men are struck by when a girl walks by. But I couldn't help but wonder as I watched the ridiculously pretty, overly endowed girls on The Bachelor tonight if that's really what most guys prefer. Pretty, yes. Some, strikingly beautiful. But, 98% of them are certified crazy.
One group date, and they're madly in love. They cat fight amongst themselves, tear up while watching other girls talk to "their man", and after just one week, full out cry when they get sent home. One girl tonight swore off dating simply because of the rejection she felt from this one guy who she really knew nothing about. If I were to pursue a guy so intensely so quickly, or, even text a guy after a date without following the 3 day rule, they'd probably run, screaming, for the hills. I'd be called needy, a stage 5 clinger, dependant, and annoying. Possibly even a stalker. But...low and behold, beloved Brad gave a rose to the most obvious needy, dependant, annoying, stage 5 clinger stalker.
The latest "prospect" I've had was a recently-fired-from-Safeway 19 year old boy at the gas station who wanted to "text my phone." And yes, the recently fired part was part of his intro. He wasn't even scared off when I told him I had a boyfriend, and insisted that it was no problem...we could just "start out" as friends. I think I'd be better off platonically accepting compliments from women, both who, by the way, bought everything I suggested. At least my well groomed dead cells are good for business...
Twice this week it happened. While on a less than salesy sales pitch (yes, I'm that good) a women says to me "I'm sorry, I am really not hearing anything you're saying to me right now because I can't stop looking into your eyes. They're mesmerizing." And the next day, in yet another similar situation, a different woman says "You're going to have to repeat that. I'm completely in awe of your perfect hair and nails. I can't stop staring." She then proceeded to awkwardly hold my hands as she examined them closer.
Now sure. I'm flattered to say the least...but really? I realize that hair and nails aren't necessarily the assets that men are struck by when a girl walks by. But I couldn't help but wonder as I watched the ridiculously pretty, overly endowed girls on The Bachelor tonight if that's really what most guys prefer. Pretty, yes. Some, strikingly beautiful. But, 98% of them are certified crazy.
One group date, and they're madly in love. They cat fight amongst themselves, tear up while watching other girls talk to "their man", and after just one week, full out cry when they get sent home. One girl tonight swore off dating simply because of the rejection she felt from this one guy who she really knew nothing about. If I were to pursue a guy so intensely so quickly, or, even text a guy after a date without following the 3 day rule, they'd probably run, screaming, for the hills. I'd be called needy, a stage 5 clinger, dependant, and annoying. Possibly even a stalker. But...low and behold, beloved Brad gave a rose to the most obvious needy, dependant, annoying, stage 5 clinger stalker.
The latest "prospect" I've had was a recently-fired-from-Safeway 19 year old boy at the gas station who wanted to "text my phone." And yes, the recently fired part was part of his intro. He wasn't even scared off when I told him I had a boyfriend, and insisted that it was no problem...we could just "start out" as friends. I think I'd be better off platonically accepting compliments from women, both who, by the way, bought everything I suggested. At least my well groomed dead cells are good for business...
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Another 52 Weeks To A Better Me
As if in typical me fashion, I just wrote an entire blog about my journey of 2010 and commitment to the journey of 2011, and, while typing the very last sentence, deleted the entire thing. So, now I'm annoyed, but am fighting the urge to step away from the computer, and am devoting the next 20 minutes to rewriting the entire damn thing, even though its midnight and I should be sleeping.
So. Pretending the above never happened, here goes...
In December of 2009, I decided to take a 52 week journey to a better me. I decided to resolution weekly, finding faults in myself and devoting 7 days to changing each issue. I quickly realized 2 things. One, 52 things to change is a lot, even for someone as far from perfect as I am. And 2, most things I did need to change would take a lot more time than 7 days.
That said, I feel improved on the resolutions I did make. Write more. Well, I posted 34 more blog entries than I did in 2009. Success. Read more. After knocking out Jen Lancaster's "Bright Lights, Big Ass," I continued on to read 7 more books this year, thanks to my borrowed/permanently stolen mother's Kindle. Stop cancelling plans so much. Check! Manage money better, take more pictures...done and kinda done! I at least have some pics to prove my existence in 2010.
I also battled some other demons. For the first time in 5 years, I went on a few dates. Unsuccessful, but I went. I even rejoined match.com, which, well, no comment. Plus, on the pages that I'm not cursing at or criticizing, my latest book read, "Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough" by Lori Gottlieb, is teaching me to fight my natural urge to not want to meet new people, and, not give up on people with bad habits too quickly. For example, I now see why not pursuing someone with an annoying laugh or small hands is unacceptable and not a good reason to reject. And yes, I'm still single, but I'm much closer to not being in the dating dark than I was this time last year. WWLGD has been my new dating life slogan..."What would Lori Gottlieb do?"
A great end and a greater beginning...in accordance with my resolution of "go places, do things" New Years Eve was so much fun, and day 1 of 2011 even better, at, what my friends and I refer to as "game of life," the Winter Classic, where the Caps beat the Pens 3-1!
So no, 52 weeks to a better me didn't go quite as I'd hoped. But, nothing happens overnight (or in my case, 365 nights) right? So, here we go again. There will not be 52 resolutions this time, but there will be changes with realistic goals. My first task? A measurable one. In 2011, I will double the amount of posts from 2010. Goal: 72+.
Happy late New Year friends, family, and all of the secret readers I pretend to have. And, cheers to (another) 52 weeks to a better me! Hope you'll stick around, and, if I haven't been clear...post comments to prove that you did!
XOXO,
Gossip Girl (Fine. Shauna.)
So. Pretending the above never happened, here goes...
In December of 2009, I decided to take a 52 week journey to a better me. I decided to resolution weekly, finding faults in myself and devoting 7 days to changing each issue. I quickly realized 2 things. One, 52 things to change is a lot, even for someone as far from perfect as I am. And 2, most things I did need to change would take a lot more time than 7 days.
That said, I feel improved on the resolutions I did make. Write more. Well, I posted 34 more blog entries than I did in 2009. Success. Read more. After knocking out Jen Lancaster's "Bright Lights, Big Ass," I continued on to read 7 more books this year, thanks to my borrowed/permanently stolen mother's Kindle. Stop cancelling plans so much. Check! Manage money better, take more pictures...done and kinda done! I at least have some pics to prove my existence in 2010.
I also battled some other demons. For the first time in 5 years, I went on a few dates. Unsuccessful, but I went. I even rejoined match.com, which, well, no comment. Plus, on the pages that I'm not cursing at or criticizing, my latest book read, "Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough" by Lori Gottlieb, is teaching me to fight my natural urge to not want to meet new people, and, not give up on people with bad habits too quickly. For example, I now see why not pursuing someone with an annoying laugh or small hands is unacceptable and not a good reason to reject. And yes, I'm still single, but I'm much closer to not being in the dating dark than I was this time last year. WWLGD has been my new dating life slogan..."What would Lori Gottlieb do?"
A great end and a greater beginning...in accordance with my resolution of "go places, do things" New Years Eve was so much fun, and day 1 of 2011 even better, at, what my friends and I refer to as "game of life," the Winter Classic, where the Caps beat the Pens 3-1!
So no, 52 weeks to a better me didn't go quite as I'd hoped. But, nothing happens overnight (or in my case, 365 nights) right? So, here we go again. There will not be 52 resolutions this time, but there will be changes with realistic goals. My first task? A measurable one. In 2011, I will double the amount of posts from 2010. Goal: 72+.
Happy late New Year friends, family, and all of the secret readers I pretend to have. And, cheers to (another) 52 weeks to a better me! Hope you'll stick around, and, if I haven't been clear...post comments to prove that you did!
XOXO,
Gossip Girl (Fine. Shauna.)
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