In an effort to completely forget about the Big Huh and all of his minions (a.k.a. the men I’ve met just like him), I’ve decided to turn myself into an exercise guru. I’m trading my evenings laden with happy hour margaritas to days filled with multiple workout routines. Sunday: 3 hours at the zoo walking up and down hills burning 525 calories. Monday: 1 hour aerobic hip-hop class burning 338 calories. Tuesday: 1 hour of cycling burning 390 calories. Also on Tuesday: 4 mile lunch walk burning another 290 calories. Tonight: belly dancing at Champion Ballroom burning a bunch of calories. Yes folks, I’m in “gonna exercise that man right outta my hair” mode.
And yet I can’t help but still wonder, what the hell happened? What made him disappear so randomly? Did my hair fall flat? Did I stumble into some bad lighting? What’s wrong with me?
Regardless, I really shouldn’t care, right? I’ve said my prayers to the Universe and I just need to trust that this is the correct path for me at this time. However, it’s kind of hard to trust that “everything happens for a reason” and just mosey on along when you are a self-obsessed, neurotic, control freak who needs answers for everything that goes on in life. Like me!
So if there’s anyone out there who can let me know what makes people flip the switch, anyone at all who knows what turns people from enthralled and attentive to complacent and non-existent from one day to the next, I will gladly and loudly proclaim you a God among men.
Or I’ll give you $5. You pick.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Ok....
The last post wasn't one of my finest. A recipe resulting from a dash of bitterness and one too many margaritas. Today though, as I returned home from my parents house and picked again at nails (a habit since birth), I was reminded again of the Big Huh. He's once looked perfect on me, but like my manicure he is chipping and fading away. And when the polish on my nails begins to fade, I don't cry and vow never to wear nailpolish again. I realize that's just the way things go, remove the old crusty polish and slap on a new coat.
So this time I want to keep an open mind. I don't want to curse the day I ever dated anyone and sink into a tantrum of epic proportions, causing me to repeat the cycle again in a few months when I've forgotten how disappointed I felt. This kind of thinking only stunts the process and I don't learn a damn thing. And each person we encounter was put here to allow us to learn and experience something, even if it's not the experience you necessarily wanted to have.
I'm still done with online dating for awhile. I'm gaining weight from all the happy hour food during the week and let's face it, that's definitely not going to help me date more in the future! But I'm not done dating. And I'm not giving up. I'm just going to have to trust the Universe has something else in store for me for the time being. I have one question Universe:
What's next?
So this time I want to keep an open mind. I don't want to curse the day I ever dated anyone and sink into a tantrum of epic proportions, causing me to repeat the cycle again in a few months when I've forgotten how disappointed I felt. This kind of thinking only stunts the process and I don't learn a damn thing. And each person we encounter was put here to allow us to learn and experience something, even if it's not the experience you necessarily wanted to have.
I'm still done with online dating for awhile. I'm gaining weight from all the happy hour food during the week and let's face it, that's definitely not going to help me date more in the future! But I'm not done dating. And I'm not giving up. I'm just going to have to trust the Universe has something else in store for me for the time being. I have one question Universe:
What's next?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Online Dating Schmonline Dating
I really think I’m officially done with online dating. No, seriously, I’m over it. Finished. Finito. Terminado.
I thought it might be an interesting and fun way to pass the time. Maybe I would even find a special someone while I was along for the ride. But after yet another uncomfortable and nearly unbearable wasted hour on a “date” and another unanticipated disappointment from a flake posing as a nice guy (all in the same week), I’m ready for something a little less….stressful.
Here is the straw that broke my back:
The Big “Huh?”
This is the guy I was starting to like. We have had a few really nice dates and had a blast this past Thursday. He even introduced me to all his friends. Because we have been having so much fun and he really seemed to enjoy my company, I asked him if he would go with me to the zoo on Sunday because I had some free passes. At the time he gave an enthusiastic “yes!” This morning however I received a message from him saying he is now going surfing with his friends in Huntington, so I should probably take a friend instead. Huh? Nothing like being told “something better came up.” This guy has been nothing but respectful and reliable. Yet this action was really....retarded.
So what’s next? I’m off the online scene for a bit. Going to finish up some meetings with a few others I found on there and focus again on myself. Have a big trip coming up. Maybe I’ll find Mr. Right while I’m there. :-)
I thought it might be an interesting and fun way to pass the time. Maybe I would even find a special someone while I was along for the ride. But after yet another uncomfortable and nearly unbearable wasted hour on a “date” and another unanticipated disappointment from a flake posing as a nice guy (all in the same week), I’m ready for something a little less….stressful.
Here is the straw that broke my back:
The Big “Huh?”
This is the guy I was starting to like. We have had a few really nice dates and had a blast this past Thursday. He even introduced me to all his friends. Because we have been having so much fun and he really seemed to enjoy my company, I asked him if he would go with me to the zoo on Sunday because I had some free passes. At the time he gave an enthusiastic “yes!” This morning however I received a message from him saying he is now going surfing with his friends in Huntington, so I should probably take a friend instead. Huh? Nothing like being told “something better came up.” This guy has been nothing but respectful and reliable. Yet this action was really....retarded.
So what’s next? I’m off the online scene for a bit. Going to finish up some meetings with a few others I found on there and focus again on myself. Have a big trip coming up. Maybe I’ll find Mr. Right while I’m there. :-)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Back in the Game
I’m back!!!!
Yes I’m all healed up and back on the journey of working out like a maniac and trying to lose those last few inches. Summer’s coming, what can I say?
Belly dancing on Monday was a total blast! I can’t believe how good I’m getting already with only three classes under my belt. During class the teacher kept dancing right next to me and speeding up the routine. Not to be outdone even by the instructor, my hips took over my body and kept right in line with her, shimmying and shaking like there was no tomorrow. And it felt great! We looked like pro team competing for a prize. Alright, I exaggerate, but it looked pretty damn hot. If I keep this up I’ll be performing in no time. Videos of next class, I promise!
Although….no Monday night class next week so I’m thinking of taking one at a different studio. Expand the horizons a bit. I hear Champion Ballroom is pretty good….and Mary Murphy of So You Think You Can Dance owns that one….
On a side note, heading on a third date tonight with one of my online dating beaus. Wearing a hot little black tube dress. Let’s see if those belly dance classes are having a positive effect on my waistline…:-)
Yes I’m all healed up and back on the journey of working out like a maniac and trying to lose those last few inches. Summer’s coming, what can I say?
Belly dancing on Monday was a total blast! I can’t believe how good I’m getting already with only three classes under my belt. During class the teacher kept dancing right next to me and speeding up the routine. Not to be outdone even by the instructor, my hips took over my body and kept right in line with her, shimmying and shaking like there was no tomorrow. And it felt great! We looked like pro team competing for a prize. Alright, I exaggerate, but it looked pretty damn hot. If I keep this up I’ll be performing in no time. Videos of next class, I promise!
Although….no Monday night class next week so I’m thinking of taking one at a different studio. Expand the horizons a bit. I hear Champion Ballroom is pretty good….and Mary Murphy of So You Think You Can Dance owns that one….
On a side note, heading on a third date tonight with one of my online dating beaus. Wearing a hot little black tube dress. Let’s see if those belly dance classes are having a positive effect on my waistline…:-)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Why Me?
Why me?
Why, just when I’m getting started with belly dancing, with tackling something new and interesting, why does my ridiculous calf muscle decide to go rogue and fall apart on me?
I managed to make it to two classes. Then I received a heart rate monitor and decided my workout routine wasn’t quite up to par. So I stepped it up a bit. Got up to working out 5 days per week. Then comes Saturday and I knew I should rest. Knew I should just stand by and take it easy. But no, pride decided to take the reins of logic and directed me once more into the gym. To the elliptical. Where I ran a very fast 2.5 miles and ripped the muscle fibers of my right calf. Duh.
To top it off as I was leaving I saw a really cute guy heading to his office near the front door. Not wanting to be seen sweaty, sans makeup and injured I rushed toward the glass door in hopes of missing his gaze altogether. Just as I was about to reach the door, the friendly but inconvenient girl at the front desk exclaimed, “have a nice day!” Not one to ignore such a kind comment, I quickly craned my neck to say, “you too” before whipping my head around and reaching my escape haven….only to run face first into the glass window beside the door. Not only did it freaking hurt, but the cute guy, so nicely tucked away in his office, bolted out to see what the commotion was about. Embarrassed, red and beaten down I gave a nervous laugh and jetted out, dropping my towel back at the door in the process (which I realized once I had nearly reached my car). As I walked back to retrieve it under the un-sympathetic eyes of cute guy and the merciless laughter of front desk girl, I also managed to drop my keys, making me the ultimate hot mess of the universe! To top it off, my calf was non-functional the next day.
How’s that for a crappy day!
Needless to say I am feeling better slowly but surely and plan to return to dancing on Monday. Just as long as there aren’t any glass windows posing as doorways in my path prior to then.
Why, just when I’m getting started with belly dancing, with tackling something new and interesting, why does my ridiculous calf muscle decide to go rogue and fall apart on me?
I managed to make it to two classes. Then I received a heart rate monitor and decided my workout routine wasn’t quite up to par. So I stepped it up a bit. Got up to working out 5 days per week. Then comes Saturday and I knew I should rest. Knew I should just stand by and take it easy. But no, pride decided to take the reins of logic and directed me once more into the gym. To the elliptical. Where I ran a very fast 2.5 miles and ripped the muscle fibers of my right calf. Duh.
To top it off as I was leaving I saw a really cute guy heading to his office near the front door. Not wanting to be seen sweaty, sans makeup and injured I rushed toward the glass door in hopes of missing his gaze altogether. Just as I was about to reach the door, the friendly but inconvenient girl at the front desk exclaimed, “have a nice day!” Not one to ignore such a kind comment, I quickly craned my neck to say, “you too” before whipping my head around and reaching my escape haven….only to run face first into the glass window beside the door. Not only did it freaking hurt, but the cute guy, so nicely tucked away in his office, bolted out to see what the commotion was about. Embarrassed, red and beaten down I gave a nervous laugh and jetted out, dropping my towel back at the door in the process (which I realized once I had nearly reached my car). As I walked back to retrieve it under the un-sympathetic eyes of cute guy and the merciless laughter of front desk girl, I also managed to drop my keys, making me the ultimate hot mess of the universe! To top it off, my calf was non-functional the next day.
How’s that for a crappy day!
Needless to say I am feeling better slowly but surely and plan to return to dancing on Monday. Just as long as there aren’t any glass windows posing as doorways in my path prior to then.
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