Confidence is attractive…being an ass is not

i would say it’s just another boring sunday with nothing to blog about but i’d be lying.

let’s start with thursday…

i’ve always wondered if it’s better to go out on a date with a friend of a friend, or some random stranger. well, i’ve now done both. a good friend of mine gave me a name of a fella who needs to be put in his place. my mean girl came out and instantly jumped on the chance.

taking it back to 12th grade, i requested to be his friend on facebook. i “creeped” after he immediately accepted my request. my first impression was not a good one with mr. a. his “tryin to hard to be buff” pics with young ladies commenting on how “hot” he is made me almost lose my lunch…and i felt the uprising urge put him in his place.

now don’t judge me here, but i did something terrible. i hooked him. it was easier than i had expected which made it almost no fun. within less than 2 hours of not knowing this guy from adam, he wanted to take me out the following monday.

*press easy button here*

i thought to myself “piece of cake. i’ll go out with this kid, (who is younger and shorter than me. they all are.) and put him in his place.” this was ultimately for his own good. i believe people like that need to get knocked down a peg or two every once in a while.

saturday rolls around and i get another facebook message from mr.a asking where i live so he can figure out where we can go monday. without giving any exact locations, he lives in the country, and me…i’m in the city. my mother always told me i’m worth a guy driving to get me. i take that into account most of the time, unless i might need a quick get away and can sneek out without an awkward car ride back to my place. anyway, mr. a has the audacity to tell me, “that’s too far can we meet somewhere in the middle?” now even if i was interested…that just made you loose mega points. sheesh.

was it creepy and un-lady like, or just 2013ish that i facebooked this kid regardless of my intentions? i still have no clue where we are going to go…if anywhere at this point. i don’t know if i can call this a success yet or not?…can i call, next?

-pineapple

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sometimes i dip my foot in the fashion pool

i’ve been known to color outside of the lines.

my mom always told me that i dance to my own beat and i’ve learned to embrace those sayings and make them fact. this was going to just be a blog about my single life with potential horror stories of dates gone terribly wrong with all types of men. seeing as my calendar is pretty open as of right now, i’m taking a side note to fashion.

a good pencil can always make me feel like lady or just terribly uncomfortable if worn on the day my brain told me to put sweats on. when i paired a simple gray pencil with my favorite barbie style pumps and a cardi what can go wrong? yes, i did match the bag to the belt on purpose…something i never do.

is wearing your ex-boyfriend’s button down an unconscious, sappy, sentimental thing?

or a wardrobe expanded and a good twist on work apparel?

4/23

i’m going to take these headless horsemen bathroom shots to document my sometimes brilliant wardrobe creations. shoulda started a long time ago.

-pineapple

so it begins

after recently ending a year long relationship, i find myself starting this blog to express my thoughts on my new dating ventures and life as a single young woman.

my first weekend single wasn’t as exciting as i had hoped it would be. i found myself in bed at 9pm on a friday night…not suffering from any exotic or exciting sickness…just boredom.

saturday morning i woke up, turned the tv on and indulged myself in some sappy girl time with back to back jlo romantic flicks (haven’t had any of that in a while). the only thing missing was a pint of ben and jerry’s and a half eaten bag of wal-mart peanut butter cups (have you tried those? amazing.).  after watching “the wedding planner” and “monster in law”, i took my sister’s dog for a walk (little mutt was staying with me for the weekend). much to my surprise, i didn’t run into a good looking doctor. weird…jenny from the block did multiple times wearing a dress over jeans in her stupid movie. i figured that’s gotta be how to do it.  i also went to my favorite overpriced coffee spot in hopes to catch some lucky, handsome dr’s eye…no, not you, creepy guy sitting in the corner.

what a bust.

thanks, jlo. you gave me unrealistic expectations that i, just a simple girl (much like yourself) can find love just around the corner.

liar.

saturday eventing i found myself at a hockey game. i was really pumped about it. a “friend” from a while ago invited me and seeing as i had not been to game, i was all in. this guy (we’ll call him mr. x from here on out just for his protection and privacy…actually any guy i go on a date will be referred to as mr. x just to keep it anonymous. lets hope that doesn’t get confusing).

anyway, back to this guy. he’s sweet. i had not seen him due to my being in a relationship and he was, too, for a long time.

so, we’re on our way to the game and i’m thinking to myself “you never know…he’s nice…something could happen.” yadda yadda yadda. now before i go on, i’ve been told that i’m high maintenance. i really don’t believe that. however, i do like nicer things and i like things to be kept nice. having said this, i get into mr. x’s car and i’m smacked in the face with the stench of wet dog and muddy paws. now don’t get me wrong…i’m a huge dog lover, but i also like a clean car. i felt a little uncomfortable trying to avoid the ash from the black and mild he was smoking and the dog hair. i tried to make the best of it and breathe out the window without being obvious. we made small talk and went into the game.

three large beers into the first period and i knew i was back to my old ways…drinking my relationships away. the game was fun, although the home team lost. maybe i’ll become a hockey players wife. i don’t mind the cold and i’m ok if they have a fake tooth or broken nose. sadly, i looked up the roster and realize a lot of the guys are younger than me. eh, maybe some other sport?

i came home and mr. x walked me to my door. enter that awkward “i think he’s gonna try to make a move” thing going on, so i shut that down pretty quick, gave him a quick hug, and said goodnight.

i guess my first go round and weekend back in the single lifestyle was a bust. oh well…next?

-pineapple