Being a Strong Woman will not get you dates.
More on this later.
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Ok so I started writing this entry liiike...I don't know the exact date but I'm going to say it was between a month and forever ago. I haven't been able to really commit myself to writing lately, I don't quite know why. Probably because I do my best writing when I'm upset or ranting about something and I haven't felt particularly ranty (outside of my everyday workplace "why is everyone SO STUPID?!" customer service rantings*), but I really need to flex my writing muscles and I actually think this is a good starting point.
Anyhoo, I still stand by that original statement: Being a Strong Woman will not get you dates. At least, not in a city like LA where most of the men (a term I use loosely) I come across are barely confident enough in themselves as Strong Men to be able to handle a Strong Woman during a conversation, let alone a whole evening. I realize this is a subjective statement, but as this is not science or mathematics, all I've got is personal experience and my opinion based on it. So while being a Strong Woman may not get you dates, it somehow managed to snag me a significant other of sorts.
Not too long ago, a guess close to a month now, an old camp friend of mine hit me up on Facebook. One of those simple "Hey Alex, how are you! Just wanted to say hi!" sort of things, to which I replied "You mean you've seen me all over your Facebook wall which reminded you I existed." I wasn't wrong, but regardless we had a simple conversation and caught up briefly, I didn't think much of it.
SIDEBAR A little background about this friend: we met at summer camp when we were about 13 or 14 and I always had a "thing" with his best bud. Like, FOR YEARS, many of them. One might even say too many...but I digress. "Best bud" and I never fully got it together and when I was 22, there was a summer camp reunion that we, along with our other camp buddies, attended. I hadn't seen this other friend in ages and honestly, had never really thought twice about him. But the day he showed up at that reunion, it was all heart-eyes and lust, for both of us. Cue to later in the evening and we're under an insanely starry sky, surrounded by only nature and Indian Summer air, and naturally, one thing lead to another (in a very PG-13 sort of way). We actually tried to keep this romance of sorts going on, and I visited him in college shortly thereafter- unfortunately, as I was 22, real young and dumb, and had no idea what I wanted, I was still hung up on his aforementioned best friend and we never made it work. It kind of fell off after that.
Anyway, back to present day. I just turned 30 in December. Six years ago this summer, I moved 3,000 miles away from our last meeting point while he's hanging out in the same general area (with a break in Arizona for a few years there- he just moved back east in April). He hits me up again not terribly long after our first conversation talking about old camp pictures he found, as I'm in one of them. This starts more dialogue and...to be honest, I'm not really sure how it kept going from there, all I know is that we've been talking non-stop for nearly a month and in this time, he has proven himself to be one of the most impressive men I've come across in a long time. It's actually kind of unsettling. Not in a bad way, per se, but more in a Twilight Zone sort of way, and let me explain why.
I was playing with this silly little horoscope app this summer and it allowed me to ask one single specific question that would be forwarded to one of the Astrologists to asses and answer at a later time. My question was something along the lines of "Will I find true love this year?", very cheesy, felt weird asking it. The response was that I would be faced with true love in January, but if I was blind to it or missed my chance, I wouldn't see it again until July. UM, OK, THAT'S INTERESTING, HMM. Would you look at that, he and I started speaking on January 8th. SPOOOOKYYYY.
On top of that weirdness, I can quite honestly say this man unbelievable- as in, sometimes, I have trouble believing he's real. It is as though I wrote down a list of very specific, idealistic requirements I have for a potential significant other- physically, mentally, emotionally, all of it- and a wizard came along, waved a wand and *POOF* he appeared. Seriously, in the immortal words of the Prophet Stefani: "This shit is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S." I find myself waiting for the other shoe to drop because it can't be real, but then I remember the other shoe is clear across the country and it really isn't too good to be true because THAT would mean he lived in the same city and he most certainly does not.
Wait, Alex, cool story (not) but how does this tie into you being a Strong Woman? Well, because that's actually what this guy likes about me in the first place. He likes that I'm independent, intelligent, opinionated, and liberal (among other things). He likes that I can take care of myself and I certainly don't NEED him, or any man for that matter, but that I choose him because I WANT to. Our entire connection at this juncture is based on us SPEAKING to one another- there is no Friends With Benefits sexy-time here. We literally have to rely on stimulating each other with conversation, and have done so, every day. On top of that, I'm pretty sure he's even more of a feminist than I am, which is INCREDIBLY attractive. There, there's your tie in.
I've been actively looking for red flags, questioning my own intuition, wondering if I'm not just into the "idea" of him and am actually, truly into what he has to offer, for better or worse. Honestly...I am. I can't find any red flags, my intuition seems to think there's nothing amiss, and I really, REALLY like him. Like, every day. All day, even. It all feels good, like I don't really have anything to worry about. BUT! As I am a Capricorn and we are cautious, sure-footed creatures, I'm doing my best to not get too ahead of myself and have decided that nothing can be officially said or done until we spend some real face time together, which is happening when I go home to visit my family in March. Until then...I have a MySpace boyfriend.
THIRTY YEARS OLD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! and my "significant other" is little more than a Facebook profile picture and a voice at the end of a telephone. Please, hold your applause until the sign is illuminated.
So much for not Internet dating...
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Ok so I started writing this entry liiike...I don't know the exact date but I'm going to say it was between a month and forever ago. I haven't been able to really commit myself to writing lately, I don't quite know why. Probably because I do my best writing when I'm upset or ranting about something and I haven't felt particularly ranty (outside of my everyday workplace "why is everyone SO STUPID?!" customer service rantings*), but I really need to flex my writing muscles and I actually think this is a good starting point.
Anyhoo, I still stand by that original statement: Being a Strong Woman will not get you dates. At least, not in a city like LA where most of the men (a term I use loosely) I come across are barely confident enough in themselves as Strong Men to be able to handle a Strong Woman during a conversation, let alone a whole evening. I realize this is a subjective statement, but as this is not science or mathematics, all I've got is personal experience and my opinion based on it. So while being a Strong Woman may not get you dates, it somehow managed to snag me a significant other of sorts.
Not too long ago, a guess close to a month now, an old camp friend of mine hit me up on Facebook. One of those simple "Hey Alex, how are you! Just wanted to say hi!" sort of things, to which I replied "You mean you've seen me all over your Facebook wall which reminded you I existed." I wasn't wrong, but regardless we had a simple conversation and caught up briefly, I didn't think much of it.
SIDEBAR A little background about this friend: we met at summer camp when we were about 13 or 14 and I always had a "thing" with his best bud. Like, FOR YEARS, many of them. One might even say too many...but I digress. "Best bud" and I never fully got it together and when I was 22, there was a summer camp reunion that we, along with our other camp buddies, attended. I hadn't seen this other friend in ages and honestly, had never really thought twice about him. But the day he showed up at that reunion, it was all heart-eyes and lust, for both of us. Cue to later in the evening and we're under an insanely starry sky, surrounded by only nature and Indian Summer air, and naturally, one thing lead to another (in a very PG-13 sort of way). We actually tried to keep this romance of sorts going on, and I visited him in college shortly thereafter- unfortunately, as I was 22, real young and dumb, and had no idea what I wanted, I was still hung up on his aforementioned best friend and we never made it work. It kind of fell off after that.
Anyway, back to present day. I just turned 30 in December. Six years ago this summer, I moved 3,000 miles away from our last meeting point while he's hanging out in the same general area (with a break in Arizona for a few years there- he just moved back east in April). He hits me up again not terribly long after our first conversation talking about old camp pictures he found, as I'm in one of them. This starts more dialogue and...to be honest, I'm not really sure how it kept going from there, all I know is that we've been talking non-stop for nearly a month and in this time, he has proven himself to be one of the most impressive men I've come across in a long time. It's actually kind of unsettling. Not in a bad way, per se, but more in a Twilight Zone sort of way, and let me explain why.
I was playing with this silly little horoscope app this summer and it allowed me to ask one single specific question that would be forwarded to one of the Astrologists to asses and answer at a later time. My question was something along the lines of "Will I find true love this year?", very cheesy, felt weird asking it. The response was that I would be faced with true love in January, but if I was blind to it or missed my chance, I wouldn't see it again until July. UM, OK, THAT'S INTERESTING, HMM. Would you look at that, he and I started speaking on January 8th. SPOOOOKYYYY.
On top of that weirdness, I can quite honestly say this man unbelievable- as in, sometimes, I have trouble believing he's real. It is as though I wrote down a list of very specific, idealistic requirements I have for a potential significant other- physically, mentally, emotionally, all of it- and a wizard came along, waved a wand and *POOF* he appeared. Seriously, in the immortal words of the Prophet Stefani: "This shit is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S." I find myself waiting for the other shoe to drop because it can't be real, but then I remember the other shoe is clear across the country and it really isn't too good to be true because THAT would mean he lived in the same city and he most certainly does not.
Wait, Alex, cool story (not) but how does this tie into you being a Strong Woman? Well, because that's actually what this guy likes about me in the first place. He likes that I'm independent, intelligent, opinionated, and liberal (among other things). He likes that I can take care of myself and I certainly don't NEED him, or any man for that matter, but that I choose him because I WANT to. Our entire connection at this juncture is based on us SPEAKING to one another- there is no Friends With Benefits sexy-time here. We literally have to rely on stimulating each other with conversation, and have done so, every day. On top of that, I'm pretty sure he's even more of a feminist than I am, which is INCREDIBLY attractive. There, there's your tie in.
I've been actively looking for red flags, questioning my own intuition, wondering if I'm not just into the "idea" of him and am actually, truly into what he has to offer, for better or worse. Honestly...I am. I can't find any red flags, my intuition seems to think there's nothing amiss, and I really, REALLY like him. Like, every day. All day, even. It all feels good, like I don't really have anything to worry about. BUT! As I am a Capricorn and we are cautious, sure-footed creatures, I'm doing my best to not get too ahead of myself and have decided that nothing can be officially said or done until we spend some real face time together, which is happening when I go home to visit my family in March. Until then...I have a MySpace boyfriend.
THIRTY YEARS OLD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! and my "significant other" is little more than a Facebook profile picture and a voice at the end of a telephone. Please, hold your applause until the sign is illuminated.
So much for not Internet dating...
*I think I'm going to start a blog about that. Stay tuned.
