Older men.
I have joked about dating someone older. Especially after the ones around my age end up being no good, immature boys. Theres something sexy about an older man. But wait, is there?
The positives about an older man?
1) More likely to be stable
2) Should know what they want
3) Life experience
4) Should be more intelligent then the average 20 something
5) Should be financially stable
The Negatives about an older man?
1) Different stages in life= Different expectations
2) His older friends/couple friends
3) Possible risk of him being condescending
4) Obviously old and people get confused and think hes my Dad
5) The risk that hes not all of the positives and he should be at that age?
Ok. So confession time. The reason this has got me thinking is because I have recently have someone 'Persue' me... sort of. I meet him one night, while out and about, I asked him where he worked. He told me he worked for the same place that I did. He worked in a different department and in fact a different building. His building however, was moving down to my building in the next couple of weeks. We hung out for ages that night, and got on really well. This was a thursday night. Then on Monday when I was back at work, I had an email from him. And we have been emailing back and fourth. There is somethings you need to know about me. I have a type. I like brown guys, brown guys who are well dressed, and usually around my age. Both my ex's and ex situtations have reflected these things. This guy, is like the complete opposite. Hes white, 32years old, english but he does have quite good style. Like Im not sure if its too my liking, Its still a little average for me but none the less, the man knows how to dress himself appropriately. Im not talking Planet 8, and those greasy long leather shoes with baggish jeans and a shirt- to me thats fairly disgusting. He more or less dresses like hes 10years younger then he is, skinny jeans, shirt buttoned up to the top, swishy hair and black chucks. So not realllly how a 32 should dress right? is there a right and wrong way to dress at that age? Its not ancient. Thinking outloud here. ANYWAY silly tangents I take, I dont know how to take this guy. Like hes 32, is travelling here, goes out a bit, just generally sounds like he dosnt have his shit together and to be honest, its a little unattractive. He has owned a house, has lived and travelled all over the world, so maybe he is just letting loose here? Hes super funny. Anyone can be funny though. He takes my rudeness well, and not anyone can do that. It takes a special breed. But yeah, at the moment its harmless and im open to getting to know him more , there is one giant elephant in this room of oppertunity though. Im not over someone else who is so important too me.
I did read this cool quote on this site that im a regular at :
"...........he is 14 years older than I am and in a different stage of life. His friends have spouses and children. My friends have flings and drinking problems.he is 14 years older than I am and in a different stage of life. His friends have spouses and children. My friends have flings and drinking problems."
so true.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011
complainage
I have been thinking ALOT about people who complain. I have started to realise that theres always something to be pissed off about and something to complain about. There always will be, and there always has been something to complain about. I was speaking with someone the other day, and I asked them how they were doing and they said "Its a good day, because im alive" and it forsure got me thinking. I realise that there is stuff going on in life, and yes, it can be so shitty and unfair and injust and you wonder 'Why you?' and 'Is it ever going to end' and 'other people dont have these stupid circumstances in there life!' etc but its better to be alive and dealing with these, then not right? Sometimes im sure we have those moments where your down on your knees begging Jesus to take you home but in the least most painful way, but preferabley overnight in your sleep because you just hate the thought of waking up tomorrow and it dealing with a same shit different day scenario as its just too much. I know these things all to well im afraid. I was looking out the window of the bus this morning and was greatful that I was alive. Ive heard a lot of tradgic stories recently around people dying etc and I have to also be thankful that I am not in any situations nor have I ever been that are even slightly similar to these horrific things. And I wonder myself, how do people deal with situations like these, its completely heartbreaking. My sitautions then become very minor in my mind. Sure theres a shortage of money, but not of ability to make it. Sure, people fuck you over and you feel hurt and dissapointed, but I have an amazing family and support network. The silver lining always makes me annoyed, because sometimes I dont want to see the good in the bad. I want to see the bad, everythings bad, OH how I hate the bad, my life is so bad blah blah blah . But seeing the silver lining is a choice. I know it will be a choice that I will have to make probs everyday for the rest of my life, and I know that somedays I just flat out will not feel like being that person who loves the bad because theres a plus. Everybody needs that 24-48hrs to feel sorry for themself. But for today- I choose the silver lining.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
classic. so true.
Dear Rebound Guy,
I would like to take this time to 1) say thank you, and 2) apologize for using you at my own discretion.
You see, there comes a time in every girl’s life when she gets dumped. Dumped so hard she can only listen to Bon Iver, curl up in a ball in her bed and turn off all the lights. Oh yes, and sob, did I mention that? But there also comes a time when it’s Friday night and her best friends drag her out of bed, put her in a killer push-up bra, a mini-skirt and take her to the most populated bar in town. And that, my friend, is where you came in.
To begin, I’d like to thank you for approaching me…or rather the alcohol induced, suddenly-confident-yet-secretly-broken version of me. Right now you think I’m this great girl who you were so lucky to stumble upon and, sure, I may seem completely level-headed and down-for-whatever, but you have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into. So, after a few sloppy dances and sweaty hugs, my friends finally find me and let me know you are, in fact, not as attractive as I had thought, and I depart. Without you. (Tease move number one). But not before you whip out your iPhone4 and I shout my number over the music. And that’s how it always begins.
Over the next few days, as you’re contemplating how to play it cool with a sly text message, I am completely unaware that we’ve ever met. And so normal life continues; facebook stalking my ex-boyfriend, creeping on girls he’s been in photos with, listening to sad music while crying and looking at old photos, deciding whether or not to burn that teddy bear he gave me, discussing what went wrong with my roommate while eating KFC… Needless to say, Rebound Guy, you are the furthest thing from my mind.
All of a sudden my phone’s text alert rings and I lunge hoping it’s my beloved ex! But it’s you, and you want to take me on a date. A blurred image of you pops into my head and I remember enough information about you to find you on Facebook. Okay, you’re decent looking, business major, look clean…I’ll give this a shot. I quickly run out of my room and into my roommate’s and we discuss how much better you could be than my ex and how this could lead to something real and all that B.S. we tell ourselves and each other, when really we all know deep down this will just be a free meal, a potential new friend and another reason to miss the ex…because well, you’re just not my ex-boyfriend.
Saturday evening rolls around and you pick me up at my apartment. You look handsome, tell me I look pretty and even open my door. We have awkward car conversation and pick a place to eat. I think to myself, “Alright, this is going fairly well! Maybe I really am ready to move forward!” But as the night wears on and my pseudo-happy self surfaces (which, by the way, you are really taking a liking to), deep down I am acknowledging the fact that I am not yet ready.
As you pull up to my apartment complex I lean in for a kiss and thank you for dinner. Why did I kiss you? It’s hard to say. Possibly because I haven’t kissed a guy (sober) in quite a while, maybe because it’s just the normal thing to do if the date went well, or perhaps to try and convince myself that I’ve moved on. Regardless, none of the reasons are because I actually like you in a romantic way. So as you drive away grinning from ear-to-ear brainstorming your next witty text message, I am rushing into my apartment, headed straight to my room to blast Ashley Tisdale’s “Alright, O.K.” as I jump around trying to convince myself to give you a chance and forget the jerk before you.
More quickly than expected, the Ash-Tis jams turn into James Morrison’s songs of heartbreak and I’m back to square one.
The next few weeks you text me frequently and I play along simply because I don’t want to hurt your feelings. Though we had a great time, it just wasn’t there on my end, but it’s not like I don’t want to be your friend. However, it’s too late and I’ve led you on.
Now, a year later, you have messaged me wanting to hang out. I gave myself the time I needed and am with someone wonderful and new, but you are still trying…
So here it goes: thank you for allowing me to use you as a stepping-stone to getting over someone else. I think we’ve all been there before, too. Unfortunately, you were just completely unaware. I’m sorry if I chipped your ego or made you feel self-conscious, but it was simply terrible timing.
Sincerely,
Any Girl thats ever been dumped.
I would like to take this time to 1) say thank you, and 2) apologize for using you at my own discretion.
You see, there comes a time in every girl’s life when she gets dumped. Dumped so hard she can only listen to Bon Iver, curl up in a ball in her bed and turn off all the lights. Oh yes, and sob, did I mention that? But there also comes a time when it’s Friday night and her best friends drag her out of bed, put her in a killer push-up bra, a mini-skirt and take her to the most populated bar in town. And that, my friend, is where you came in.
To begin, I’d like to thank you for approaching me…or rather the alcohol induced, suddenly-confident-yet-secretly-broken version of me. Right now you think I’m this great girl who you were so lucky to stumble upon and, sure, I may seem completely level-headed and down-for-whatever, but you have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into. So, after a few sloppy dances and sweaty hugs, my friends finally find me and let me know you are, in fact, not as attractive as I had thought, and I depart. Without you. (Tease move number one). But not before you whip out your iPhone4 and I shout my number over the music. And that’s how it always begins.
Over the next few days, as you’re contemplating how to play it cool with a sly text message, I am completely unaware that we’ve ever met. And so normal life continues; facebook stalking my ex-boyfriend, creeping on girls he’s been in photos with, listening to sad music while crying and looking at old photos, deciding whether or not to burn that teddy bear he gave me, discussing what went wrong with my roommate while eating KFC… Needless to say, Rebound Guy, you are the furthest thing from my mind.
All of a sudden my phone’s text alert rings and I lunge hoping it’s my beloved ex! But it’s you, and you want to take me on a date. A blurred image of you pops into my head and I remember enough information about you to find you on Facebook. Okay, you’re decent looking, business major, look clean…I’ll give this a shot. I quickly run out of my room and into my roommate’s and we discuss how much better you could be than my ex and how this could lead to something real and all that B.S. we tell ourselves and each other, when really we all know deep down this will just be a free meal, a potential new friend and another reason to miss the ex…because well, you’re just not my ex-boyfriend.
Saturday evening rolls around and you pick me up at my apartment. You look handsome, tell me I look pretty and even open my door. We have awkward car conversation and pick a place to eat. I think to myself, “Alright, this is going fairly well! Maybe I really am ready to move forward!” But as the night wears on and my pseudo-happy self surfaces (which, by the way, you are really taking a liking to), deep down I am acknowledging the fact that I am not yet ready.
As you pull up to my apartment complex I lean in for a kiss and thank you for dinner. Why did I kiss you? It’s hard to say. Possibly because I haven’t kissed a guy (sober) in quite a while, maybe because it’s just the normal thing to do if the date went well, or perhaps to try and convince myself that I’ve moved on. Regardless, none of the reasons are because I actually like you in a romantic way. So as you drive away grinning from ear-to-ear brainstorming your next witty text message, I am rushing into my apartment, headed straight to my room to blast Ashley Tisdale’s “Alright, O.K.” as I jump around trying to convince myself to give you a chance and forget the jerk before you.
More quickly than expected, the Ash-Tis jams turn into James Morrison’s songs of heartbreak and I’m back to square one.
The next few weeks you text me frequently and I play along simply because I don’t want to hurt your feelings. Though we had a great time, it just wasn’t there on my end, but it’s not like I don’t want to be your friend. However, it’s too late and I’ve led you on.
Now, a year later, you have messaged me wanting to hang out. I gave myself the time I needed and am with someone wonderful and new, but you are still trying…
So here it goes: thank you for allowing me to use you as a stepping-stone to getting over someone else. I think we’ve all been there before, too. Unfortunately, you were just completely unaware. I’m sorry if I chipped your ego or made you feel self-conscious, but it was simply terrible timing.
Sincerely,
Any Girl thats ever been dumped.
newest online addiction
Ive got a new addiction. Ive been reading these "college blogs" there like american college blogs. There so funny! I love them. One in particular and it has all sorts of things in it. I think they are like college newspapers, but online. Ill post some stuff from it soon.
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