I Still Suck at Non-Dating

As some of you may have noticed on twitter, I had a wee bit of a girly episode the other day.

I had a completely innocuous email from internet boy and didn't know what to do with it. It responded to what I had just said, yet didn't engage me or ask any questions or anything. I didn't know how to respond because really? The topic was done.

Now you may be asking how long this has been going on. Well we've been e-talking for about 3 weeks now. I don't know if that's short or average or forever or what. But as much as I know that I will be having a 15 year-old-worthy freak-out when it comes time to meet, I was done with the ambiguity.

So, instead of asking more questions, or carrying on with a now dull topic, I decided to just put it out there. Do you want to meet? Is your interest waning? Cause if so, it's cool- but let me know.
I was MUCH more flowery and poetic than that. I used the word "perfunctory." And mentioned George Bernard Shaw and Mrs. Patrick Campbell.

I was eloquent.
Or possibly pushy.
Whatev.

I sent off the email and toddled off to bed, feeling girlishly justified in having possibly killed the non-relationship.
For some reason he always responds sometime between 12:41 and 12:49 AM each day.
I'm long asleep by that hour.

I rushed to my email the next morning and saw that he had responded.
Then closed webmail and finished getting ready.

I went to work and opened the email again.
Yup, it was still there.

Throughout the course of the morning I continued to check. Yes, the email remained.
Unopened.

Of course if I never actually opened it, then it would be like he had never actually ended the non-relationship right?
(Because of course by then I was regretting the message and had thoroughly convinced myself that up until I totally screwed it up, he was obviously meant to be the father of my children.)

So I tweeted about how I was too freaked out the read the email.
And of course received a plethora of offers to read it for me from my person, Sheila, Le Sombre, Kyla, Becky....
I have such supportive friends. Not one of them told me to just put on my big girls panties and just do it.

It was then discussed that Sheila and LeSombre should read it amongst themselves, hi-jack my blog, possibly post the message and discuss from each of their points of view.

For the sake of my blog, I must confess that I was very tempted to do all of this. Forward the messages, let my blog be hi-jacked etc. I mean just because I'm destined to be single until I die, doesn't mean that I don't have an obligation to be entertaining to my readers, right?

It was now lunch time, so I phoned my person and gave her my email password. She opened it up and started laughing. Assuming that she actually had somesemblanceofconcernformyfeelings I interpreted that as a good sign.

I will in fact post his initial response to the message:

Hi,
yeah, whatever.
Internet Guy


!!??!!

Next line:
I'm kidding of course.
I'd love to meet.

Now my person refused to read me the entire message over the phone, but I was at least placated to the point where I was capable of reading the whole thing myself.

Apparently we are to meet next week. Perhaps this week he is already too busy meeting other women?

So. I am both relived and chagrined by my own girliness.
And quite possibly just ridiculously a little disappointed that I couldn't do the blog hi-jack thing.

Tune in next week when I freak out about what the hell to wear when I meet him.

xo

Assorted & Wpg Blog/Tweet-Up

So I've been reading several quite valid laments of late that twitter has made blogging fall by the wayside a bit. I don't know how I feel about this, since I only tend to tweet things that are too brief for an entire post or very timely (i.e. who wants to join me for sushi tonight).

However, I have saved up some exotically juicy tidbits that I did not tweet (or tweeted very little about), and am putting them all into a post. I confess, some of them I probably could turn into entire posts - but I kind of don't wanna. So there.

- It rained today. (Wow, you really are scraping the bottom of the barrel Princess- talking about the weather?!) But not your average rain. Like torrential, Armageddon, bring out an ark, downpour. My walk from the bus stop to work is not insubstantial. So by the time I arrived at the office my pants were soaked up to my knees. (Like wringing out the water in my office - soaked).
So? I went to the ladies room, leg hitched up on the wall beneath the hand dryer. I got some odd looks. And I got a few sympathetic nods. But ladies? It works. I was super impressed with how well I dried off in just 5 minutes. Note: I looked very professional while doing this. And athletic.

- Saturday? I went to my cousin's jazz concert. It was lovely. And jazzy. Then? We went to see my Uncle (Dad to said cousin) in a bar with his AC/DC cover band. From 3 in the afternoon until 7 in the evening I was in a bar watching rabid fans get warmed up for the actual AC/DC concert that evening across the street.
You know who goes to bars in the middle of the afternoon? Alcoholics. Or people wanting to see strippers. It was weird to look out the window and see...the middle of the day. Bright, shining sun. While I was in a bar. Drinking diet coke. Starving, since it's not like bar food is particularly WW friendly.

- Then I went over to my person's and brought Subway. I allowed myself mayonnaise. Then I allowed myself a peanut butter cup blizzard. Size medium. Needless to say, I did not lose weight this week. BUT. I did not gain. I think it was all a wash. But the blizzard was worth it. This week? Back to rabbit food. Next Monday I had better be at a 20 pound loss. (Total. Not for the week. That would be alarming.)

- Winnipeg Blog-Meet/Tweet-Up: So I did the little poll on the side bar and it looks like people want something on a weekend, but not the LONG weekend, and in either the Forks area or taking over a section of a restaurant.
So this is my suggestion: Friday, September 18 (sorry, it can't be sooner, kinda busy on other weekends) at the Current at the Inn at the Forks. Maybe around 6:00? If the weather is OK - we patio. If not, we go in. I figure that way if people want to bring kidlets, they're welcome to and it's central (ish). And FYI- I'm not suggesting dinner. Just apps, drinks, find some new bffs.

If I get a big enough group, I can call ahead and book the room - so please feel free to email/comment/DM me your intentions. And please tell all your peeps- the more the merrier.

- Re: internet dating. Honestly, I have no idea what to do with this person that I've been messaging with for the past 3 weeks. We write daily. Occasionally a couple of times per day. But he's not giving me a lot to work with. His last message is just a response to mine, no additonal questions, very informational. I don't want to get all Lois Lane on him and keep asking questions, but I have no idea how to respond. After a while that just seems creepy and intrusive.
And I don't want to rush him with the meeting- I've expressed an interest in getting together- so if he's not running with it, I don't know how to interpret it. What if he is now caught in a penpalship that he doesn't know how to get out of? What if he's just being polite as long as I'm not being too pushy? Should I get pushy and demand a meeting? 3 weeks isn't that long. Ugh. I hate this.
Any boy experts out there? Can I send you my correspondence and have you interpret it for me? Maybe get all Cyrano for me, and write something so that he is at least willing to make a move?

That is all.
xo

Who was on Mars and Who was on Venus Again?

So here's the deal-io with the post below. (No I'm not linking, it's right down there...)
The questions stems from my indecisiveness on how to deal with some of the men in my life.

Back in high school there was this guy who is now, in my mind, the incarnation of all that is evil. He liked to play mind games with people, he liked to date my friends and treat them badly. He liked to manipulate people and see what he could get them to do.

BUT. He said that he wouldn't do that crap to me because I don't play games with people and I'm kind of above that sort of thing. At the time I was mildly flattered, but mostly thought it was a load of crap. Now as I type this, I realize that he liked me and that telling me that was most likely his was of being manipulative. Clever bastard.

Anyhow. Before I had that earth-shattering epiphany I was going to say, that I always kinda thought I was just a bit too clueless to play games. I could never do the coy coquettish thing, so I went for blunt and honest. That in and of itself is pretty surprising to most people, because EVERYone plays games. I could prove how even YOU play games - but it's not the point of this post.

The point is, I kind of took what evil-boy said to heart, and I pride myself on being a non-game-playa.

But I'm also an over-analyzer of people. (Hey, I am a girl yo.) And when it comes to men, I genuinely do think they're from Venus. Or Mars. Or wherever it is that they're supposed to hang.

So I tend to not do things that I might be inclined to do because of the male-female dynamic. Now I know that there are some people out there who have very successfully had opposite sex friendships. Britt and Adam. Hilly and Dave2.

But with me? More often I end up with situations like in this post. And to be honest, in my mind I kind of view all friendships with men to have an expiry date. Either a) you start having sex and it becomes awkward b) one person develops feelings for the other and it becomes awkward c) one person starts dating someone else and it becomes awkward. Either way? It's all just awkward.

I don't know how other people manage it - because this is the story of my life with ALL of my male friends. And then situations like this make me question my role and importance in their life.

D2 and I were very good friends, but every time he had a girlfriend I would go months and months without hearing from him. And even worse- when we did get together - he would lie about it to her. He didn't understand that by lying, and never introducing me it made something innocent into something dirty. It got to the point where I felt like trying to seduce him just on principle.

And I always got the feeling from him when I would ask about the girls (ya know, like their name), or resent the fact that I was ignored for months on end that he thought that I wanted him, or that I was jealous. So then I would go out of my way to tell him that I didn't, which then sounded overly defensive and almost insulting to his delicate little male ego.

So the question below? Resulted from me deleting an email that I was about to send charming lawyer suggesting that we get together for lunch or something sometime before our next committee meeting in October. Deleted for fear that he would think that I was flirting with him.

Because men? Have egos. And they either are delicate, or WAY over-developed. So I neither wanted to have to defiantly clarify my non-interest; nor did I want him to smugly assume that I was all doe-eyed at the thought of him.

So I deleted the email. It all just seemed too complicated.

I bet you're going to tell me it's all in my head, right?

Question

This is a "looking for male perspective" question.

If you (male) have a friend (female) and she expresses something along the lines of:

- I miss you, when can I see you?
- You ignore me when you have a girlfriend. Why?
- You're awesome (followed by BIG HUG)

Or something along those lines...

Do you assume that she WANTS you? Or do you take it at face value?

Annoyed

Things are annoying. Including that sentence. I mean really? "Things?"

OK then, here's a list:

- I bought jeans on Sunday. Sunday. As in 2 days ago. I went down a size. This morning they were tight. I almost cried.

- The fact that I almost cried is annoying. I mean I'm eating rabbit food - the jeans will fit again tomorrow. Get over it.

- People who don't read the entire email then reply with a question that is answered IN THE EMAIL BELOW.

- People who have more holidays than I do.

- The fact that I am wearing a fleece at work today and was wishing that I'm wearing socks.

- The fact that the bracelet I'm wearing keeps hitting the desk with an annoying noise.

- The fact that 90% of my "To Do" list is un-doable because everyone is on holidays.

- The fact that work is paying me to go to Vancouver in a few weeks, but it's just day trip. So I will just have one REALLY LONG DAY. (PS do I have any readers in Vancouver? Wanna hang out in the airport with me?)

- I am currently watching Firefly on DVD. It ended after something like 14 episodes. It is brilliant. And hilarious. I do not generally LOL - yet I do frequently when watching this show.

- TWO photo radar tickets totalling over $400.00. I have never received a speeding ticket in my life. Suddenly I have 2.

- This post.

How about you? Any annoyances you feel like unloading? The forum is open.