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. :-)
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Getting in the Groove
So I’ve conquered two belly dancing classes and already discovering just how difficult it really is. Like I’ve said before, I’ve taken Latin dance classes and Zumba classes which happen to incorporate a lot of hip-shaky moves comparable to belly dancing. However, no one told me the hips move in the opposite direction than they do in Latin. So here I am, shimmying across the room looking like some kind of epileptic lunatic with two left feet and rhythm obviously from another planet. Not to mention the constant use of “relaxed” arms. Kind of hard to achieve this calm look when my arms are about to fall off.
I don’t remember having this much trouble with Latin. Of course my love of Latin began with a series of Core Rhythms DVDs done safely in the comfort of my parent’s home. By the time I mustered enough courage to enter the classroom I had all but mastered the Latin hip shake (a difficult feat with a posterior as large as mine).
I’m not giving up though. Not even close. Just complaining a little. On a side note the instructor announced they would have the first performance on April 10th. A little soon for me, plus my friend’s birthday falls that day, but surprising nevertheless seeing as I was just wondering when I should be expecting to perform. Apparently they have them quarterly, so I’m thinking (hoping) July? By then I will be a true belly dancing diva. Ok, well fingers crossed. :-)
I don’t remember having this much trouble with Latin. Of course my love of Latin began with a series of Core Rhythms DVDs done safely in the comfort of my parent’s home. By the time I mustered enough courage to enter the classroom I had all but mastered the Latin hip shake (a difficult feat with a posterior as large as mine).
I’m not giving up though. Not even close. Just complaining a little. On a side note the instructor announced they would have the first performance on April 10th. A little soon for me, plus my friend’s birthday falls that day, but surprising nevertheless seeing as I was just wondering when I should be expecting to perform. Apparently they have them quarterly, so I’m thinking (hoping) July? By then I will be a true belly dancing diva. Ok, well fingers crossed. :-)
Sunday, February 28, 2010
First Challenge: Belly Dancing
Restless \Rest"less\, a. [AS. restle['a]s.]
1. Never resting; unquiet; uneasy; continually moving; as, a restless child; not satisfied to be at rest; averse to repose or quiet; eager for change;
Hello, my name is Corey and I am a change-a-holic.
I’m continually looking for new adventures. New places to explore, new activities to dive into, new goals to exceed. See, when I was a little kid and they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I really didn’t have an answer. I didn’t understand why I had to pick one thing to be interested in and just stick with. And guess what: I still think that way! So I figure because I am unable to decide which activity to try, why not try them all!
To date I can draw, dance, paint, sing, act, and write. I have been a grocery clerk, a waitress, a bartender, a spokes model, a video vixen, an advertising rep, marketing coordinator and window salesperson. And everyday I’m itching to try something new. Something different. Something fun.
So what’s next?
I absolutely love to dance. Been doing it since I was a little girl. Could never call me a professional or anything; it’s more of a fun pastime. Lately I’ve been itching to try another type of dancing though: belly dancing.
Who can’t resist that? Great workout, hot costumes, lots of attention. So what the heck? I’m going to tackle belly dancing.
I’m giving myself only a few weeks to transform my stiff midsection into a beautifully sculpted rhythmic work of art. The goal is to not only be good in class – but to be ready for the quarterly dance performance sometime in July. And who knows, I could be performance ready well before then!
Follow me on this journey through the alleyways of Bollywood and bare midriffs while I attempt to inevitably put on a performance Shakira would be envious of. It won’t be easy, not only because my shoulders refuse to shimmy separately from the rest of my body, but because in the midst of working and maintaining a normal social life I have actually started trying to date again, making rehearsals difficult. But I’m going to do it. Why? Because I’m a veritable virtuosa. I can do anything.
1. Never resting; unquiet; uneasy; continually moving; as, a restless child; not satisfied to be at rest; averse to repose or quiet; eager for change;
Hello, my name is Corey and I am a change-a-holic.
I’m continually looking for new adventures. New places to explore, new activities to dive into, new goals to exceed. See, when I was a little kid and they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I really didn’t have an answer. I didn’t understand why I had to pick one thing to be interested in and just stick with. And guess what: I still think that way! So I figure because I am unable to decide which activity to try, why not try them all!
To date I can draw, dance, paint, sing, act, and write. I have been a grocery clerk, a waitress, a bartender, a spokes model, a video vixen, an advertising rep, marketing coordinator and window salesperson. And everyday I’m itching to try something new. Something different. Something fun.
So what’s next?
I absolutely love to dance. Been doing it since I was a little girl. Could never call me a professional or anything; it’s more of a fun pastime. Lately I’ve been itching to try another type of dancing though: belly dancing.
Who can’t resist that? Great workout, hot costumes, lots of attention. So what the heck? I’m going to tackle belly dancing.
I’m giving myself only a few weeks to transform my stiff midsection into a beautifully sculpted rhythmic work of art. The goal is to not only be good in class – but to be ready for the quarterly dance performance sometime in July. And who knows, I could be performance ready well before then!
Follow me on this journey through the alleyways of Bollywood and bare midriffs while I attempt to inevitably put on a performance Shakira would be envious of. It won’t be easy, not only because my shoulders refuse to shimmy separately from the rest of my body, but because in the midst of working and maintaining a normal social life I have actually started trying to date again, making rehearsals difficult. But I’m going to do it. Why? Because I’m a veritable virtuosa. I can do anything.
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