The dating scene has been.... exciting to say the most. I've met some great guys, funny, intelligent and all respectful- real gentlemen, thank God. About half of them went as far as the third date, while the other half never made it past the first.
It got me thinking the other day while I was reading an article on Yahoo about the things guys will say, and the truth behind those expressions. I figured I'd add my two cents in to contribute my own version of encrypted statements.
What I say: We really shouldn't
What I really mean: If I didn't stop drinking after one beer and I'm in your apartment, you can bet that I REALLY WANT TO, but I don't want to get burned like I did the last time around. I'm only sleeping with you if you're my boyfriend. SO at least pretend to give me that.
What I say: I just don't think we clicked
What I really mean: You aren't attractive enough for me to overlook that and be sold on your personality alone.
What I say: You really need to visit California/Vegas/any major place I've been
What I really mean: I'm hoping we can date long enough so that we can take this trip together.
What I say: I've had sex with 3 guys
What I really mean: I've had vaginal sex with 3 different guys. You'll figure out the rest in time when I'm more comfortable talking about it with you.
What I say: What's your longest relationship?
What I really mean: Are you more for long term or short term?
What I say: Are you and your ex on speaking terms?
What I really mean: How did your romance end? Will I consider her a threat in our relationship; Will she make appearances or be brought up a lot in conversations?
What I say: How are you with kids?
What I really mean: Can you get along with younger kids, prefereably my 10-year twin sisters so one day we can all go out together.
What I say: Heeeey, haven't heard from you in a while.
What I really mean: Where the @$%& have you been and why haven't you called until now?!
What I say: So what's a regular week like for you?
What I really mean: I want to know your schedule so I can tell if you're avoiding me when you don't call because you're "busy" all of a sudden after the first date
What I say: I had a great time. We should do this again sometime.
What I really mean: Call me tomorrow
What I say: Well, thank you for dinner/coffee. It was nice meeting you.
What I really mean: Yeah, this isn't going to work out.
What I say: Oh my God you're huge.
What I really mean: OMFG you're HUGE.:)
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Monday, August 2, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Current Updates
With the New Year comes New Resolutions. In recent years, I've been able to keep 2/3 of them, mainly because I am realistic and only aim for 3. This year is no different. My resolutions, (although not goal-oriented ones) for this year are:
So on Monday, while extremely bored at work, I began thinking of ways to become more physically active, and concluded that the gym was the best way to go. I went to the 24-hour fitness website to look for trial passes, and googled my way to a 14-day pass instead.
Once out of work, I hesitated for the full 20 minute ride back to my apartment. Following are the excuses and roadblocks I was giving myself.
Will I have the time?
Classes start soon.
I'd like to get that part time job for the Census this year.
Will I truly commit to going every week?
Can I really afford the $30/month on my budget?
What schedule should I follow?
Should I eat before/after?
What am I really expecting from this?
I still have to go to the college enrollment office today.
I'm very sleepy.
As I pulled into the parking lot of my complex, I gave myself one final push:
Quit making up excuses and do it already! What's 1 hour a day going to cost you? A bag of chips in front of the TV, that's what!
So I went to my college campus to enroll in the classes, and went back to my apartment to get a change of workout clothes. I drove to one of the gyms and was immediately intimated by the full parking lot.
I bet there's a lot of "resolvers" in there.
I'm embarassed to go in.
It's too full! I can't park anywhere.
And I chickened out until the "other me" told me to keep driving to the other gym, just 2 miles down the road.
Once at the other gym, I felt a little more optimistic, yet still intimated. I remember a few months back going into the same gym with a member, and being hassled into signing up before even starting the trial.
You're not going to get me this time. I'm going to try it out on my own terms. No pressure.
I did the tour, and the counselor tried to get me started, telling me the offer was expiring on wednesday. I told him I'd still want to try first to see if I could really commit. He let me go, and I started on the treadmill, walking for 25 minutes, and running for the last 5. I continued with weights, working on my arms and abs.
I left nearly 90 minutes later, feeling very good. I repeated the same task the following day and felt energized and hyper. I went home, took a very long shower and felt great.
I've only told a few people about my new routine, but have not mentioned it to Sebastian. I don't want him to think that this is a phase that I'm going to drop right away, or point out that I don't look toned or thinner if I don't get results fast enough. I've barely begun to change my eating habits and incorporate more vegetables and fruits. It's tough, but I want it to work.
I'm mainly doing this to boost my energy/mood levels and give me endorphins. Losing weight would be an added bonus.
So here's to a new start.
A better me.
- Being more physically active/ Exercise
- Continuing with School
- Working on optimism, happiness and self confidence.
So on Monday, while extremely bored at work, I began thinking of ways to become more physically active, and concluded that the gym was the best way to go. I went to the 24-hour fitness website to look for trial passes, and googled my way to a 14-day pass instead.
Once out of work, I hesitated for the full 20 minute ride back to my apartment. Following are the excuses and roadblocks I was giving myself.
Will I have the time?
Classes start soon.
I'd like to get that part time job for the Census this year.
Will I truly commit to going every week?
Can I really afford the $30/month on my budget?
What schedule should I follow?
Should I eat before/after?
What am I really expecting from this?
I still have to go to the college enrollment office today.
I'm very sleepy.
As I pulled into the parking lot of my complex, I gave myself one final push:
Quit making up excuses and do it already! What's 1 hour a day going to cost you? A bag of chips in front of the TV, that's what!
So I went to my college campus to enroll in the classes, and went back to my apartment to get a change of workout clothes. I drove to one of the gyms and was immediately intimated by the full parking lot.
I bet there's a lot of "resolvers" in there.
I'm embarassed to go in.
It's too full! I can't park anywhere.
And I chickened out until the "other me" told me to keep driving to the other gym, just 2 miles down the road.
Once at the other gym, I felt a little more optimistic, yet still intimated. I remember a few months back going into the same gym with a member, and being hassled into signing up before even starting the trial.
You're not going to get me this time. I'm going to try it out on my own terms. No pressure.
I did the tour, and the counselor tried to get me started, telling me the offer was expiring on wednesday. I told him I'd still want to try first to see if I could really commit. He let me go, and I started on the treadmill, walking for 25 minutes, and running for the last 5. I continued with weights, working on my arms and abs.
I left nearly 90 minutes later, feeling very good. I repeated the same task the following day and felt energized and hyper. I went home, took a very long shower and felt great.
I've only told a few people about my new routine, but have not mentioned it to Sebastian. I don't want him to think that this is a phase that I'm going to drop right away, or point out that I don't look toned or thinner if I don't get results fast enough. I've barely begun to change my eating habits and incorporate more vegetables and fruits. It's tough, but I want it to work.
I'm mainly doing this to boost my energy/mood levels and give me endorphins. Losing weight would be an added bonus.
So here's to a new start.
A better me.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
I need a change
What do you do when your friends and boyfriend don’t like each other?
I never thought I’d come to see the day. However, in time, I’ve come to understand that while their opinions are important, I think they have an interest in my well being.
Live for yourself. Be happy. I try to do that. I’m actually very selfish now. I lived for my parents far too long and right now….. I just don’t care what they think. It’s a lot easier now that I’m not living under their roof, so it’s not as if they can continue controlling me or influencing me on things that won’t make me personally happy.
Luckily, they approve of Sebastian…. But it’s only because I don’t mention him much….. or the negative aspect of the relationship.
My friends and Sebastian on the other hand…… they hear it all.
Sometimes I wonder if they really do have my best interest at heart, or if they’re jealous that I’m with someone and having fun, but I’m not conceited enough to think that.
About a month before Sebastian broke up with me the first time, I was sad; in the dumps. I wasn’t happy at all, and it was all because of him. He wasn’t making me happy. There weren’t strong enough emotions to put my walls down….. and I protected myself far too much. I was overly pessimistic that it wouldn’t last long, but I was too selfish to end it myself. I wanted someone to spend time with. I wanted the companionship, and truth is…. He wanted it too.
My friend told me to get out. If I wasn’t happy, why continue?
“He’s a good guy” I said.
“But you’re not happy” she countered.
“I know. You’re right. Maybe time will change things” I hoped.
The day they met him, something happened. I found out something that hurt me. It involved his cell, his ex-wife and text messages. You get the idea.
My friends were very mad. Even though he was all smiles and fun with the group, the girls slowly distanced themselves from him and let me make my own decision.
I continued with him because we had only been dating 2 weeks, and the text messages were just a couple of days into our dating; but my friends never really got over it. They blocked him from that day.
My other friend didn’t approve of him either. She only met him once. And it only took one time to judge him (in addition to me talking about my insecurities). Recently, she confessed that I could do so much better. He was too “arrogant” and carried a big ego.
“I know. He told me. He has very high self esteem, and mine is very low. We know this about each other, and it does a number on me,” I admitted.
Thing is, Sebastian doesn’t like her either. He considers her self-involved and conceited.
I understand them both. I’m at fault. I speak about them to the other…. And most times, it tends to be negative because that’s the only time I’ll really share about my friends…….. when things are going bad between us.
I’m a bad person.
I’m embarrassed to bring them together; there’s tension in the air.
My coworker doesn’t say anything, but I can read it in his eyes. He doesn’t approve either, but he respects my relationship. I can sense him thinking “You made the wrong choice by going back together. I watched you cry. I saw you hurt. You don’t deserve him.”
After speaking to my friend, I recognized that because I have such low self esteem, I don’t speak up. I’m concentrated on the negative so as to not be disappointed by the outcome. I’m disappointed by the way I look, and I hang my head low.
The time has come to change things. I need to explore more, accomplish things for myself, and climb out of this box. Put the fear away, not care about what people think, and build thicker skin.
That, and continue with college this semester. School is the only thing that ever made me truly happy. Stressed and anxious, but proud of myself, and very very happy.
I never thought I’d come to see the day. However, in time, I’ve come to understand that while their opinions are important, I think they have an interest in my well being.
Live for yourself. Be happy. I try to do that. I’m actually very selfish now. I lived for my parents far too long and right now….. I just don’t care what they think. It’s a lot easier now that I’m not living under their roof, so it’s not as if they can continue controlling me or influencing me on things that won’t make me personally happy.
Luckily, they approve of Sebastian…. But it’s only because I don’t mention him much….. or the negative aspect of the relationship.
My friends and Sebastian on the other hand…… they hear it all.
Sometimes I wonder if they really do have my best interest at heart, or if they’re jealous that I’m with someone and having fun, but I’m not conceited enough to think that.
About a month before Sebastian broke up with me the first time, I was sad; in the dumps. I wasn’t happy at all, and it was all because of him. He wasn’t making me happy. There weren’t strong enough emotions to put my walls down….. and I protected myself far too much. I was overly pessimistic that it wouldn’t last long, but I was too selfish to end it myself. I wanted someone to spend time with. I wanted the companionship, and truth is…. He wanted it too.
My friend told me to get out. If I wasn’t happy, why continue?
“He’s a good guy” I said.
“But you’re not happy” she countered.
“I know. You’re right. Maybe time will change things” I hoped.
The day they met him, something happened. I found out something that hurt me. It involved his cell, his ex-wife and text messages. You get the idea.
My friends were very mad. Even though he was all smiles and fun with the group, the girls slowly distanced themselves from him and let me make my own decision.
I continued with him because we had only been dating 2 weeks, and the text messages were just a couple of days into our dating; but my friends never really got over it. They blocked him from that day.
My other friend didn’t approve of him either. She only met him once. And it only took one time to judge him (in addition to me talking about my insecurities). Recently, she confessed that I could do so much better. He was too “arrogant” and carried a big ego.
“I know. He told me. He has very high self esteem, and mine is very low. We know this about each other, and it does a number on me,” I admitted.
Thing is, Sebastian doesn’t like her either. He considers her self-involved and conceited.
I understand them both. I’m at fault. I speak about them to the other…. And most times, it tends to be negative because that’s the only time I’ll really share about my friends…….. when things are going bad between us.
I’m a bad person.
I’m embarrassed to bring them together; there’s tension in the air.
My coworker doesn’t say anything, but I can read it in his eyes. He doesn’t approve either, but he respects my relationship. I can sense him thinking “You made the wrong choice by going back together. I watched you cry. I saw you hurt. You don’t deserve him.”
After speaking to my friend, I recognized that because I have such low self esteem, I don’t speak up. I’m concentrated on the negative so as to not be disappointed by the outcome. I’m disappointed by the way I look, and I hang my head low.
The time has come to change things. I need to explore more, accomplish things for myself, and climb out of this box. Put the fear away, not care about what people think, and build thicker skin.
That, and continue with college this semester. School is the only thing that ever made me truly happy. Stressed and anxious, but proud of myself, and very very happy.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Is it polite to......
Is it polite to offer information for weight loss when the person doesn't even mention it?
That's what happened to me.
So I'm not the slimmest person out there, and I know that I have extra pounds on me, but what really bugs me is when people openly suggest I try out a new herbal/pill remedy or diet that they've been following, when I haven't even mentioned anything about losing weight.
I don't talk about diets with these people. I'm currently comfortable with my own weight, or else, I would have done something about it.
Plus, the guys don't seem to mind. I think I win them over with my personality. That, and the big boobs seem to help out too. (I don't flaunt though. I've never worn a low cut shirt in my life. I'm very conservative in the way I dress)
Anyway, today, my secretary asks me "Not to get in your business or seem rude, but what size pants do you wear?" "Comfortably? I can wear a size 13."
See that's the problem I have with pants sometimes- or shirts for that matter. I have thin legs, but a belly and am top heavy. In other words, I think I resemble a chicken.
Even though I don't have an ass. I wish I did.....
That's me and my cousin in NYC this past April.
So my receptionist tells me that her daughter started this new treatment with a doctor and a nutritionist. The daughter has a lot of clothes that don't really fit her anymore because she has lost 10 lbs so far. At first, I'm confused.
Is she giving me clothes or trying to refer me to a nutrionist?
About an hour later, her daughter comes in and I say I notice some change on her. She's a police officer, so everytime I saw her, she'd be wearing her vest which made her look like a tiny hen.
When I was actively dating, I'd put "a few extra pounds" on my profile. When the guys would meet me, they'd all say the same thing: "You're not heavy. You're normal."
Thanks for the compliment.
I just wish the ones who really did use "A few extra pounds" were not "obese" like I saw quite a lot.
So the daughter starts going on about the treatment, and tells me it's actually a pill that she takes to suppress her appetite, and all she did was to eat fruits and vegetables for the first two weeks. In two weeks, she lost 10 lbs. Great for her.
So she gives their business card and tells me to expect to spend $200 for the first month and $50 for every month plus the pills as needed.
Ouch! In case you didn't know, I shop at the thrift store!
I, for one, don't want to use pills. I did buy them at one point, right when I had turned 18. Then I read all the side effects and warnings, and that was enough to make me go back to the store and return them. To me, pills are either placebos, or drugs with the same effect as speed which makes you burn calories faster. So it makes me a little uncomfortable when I have to say that I don't want to follow a pill treatment because
I've only done the first.
That's what happened to me.
So I'm not the slimmest person out there, and I know that I have extra pounds on me, but what really bugs me is when people openly suggest I try out a new herbal/pill remedy or diet that they've been following, when I haven't even mentioned anything about losing weight.
I don't talk about diets with these people. I'm currently comfortable with my own weight, or else, I would have done something about it.
Plus, the guys don't seem to mind. I think I win them over with my personality. That, and the big boobs seem to help out too. (I don't flaunt though. I've never worn a low cut shirt in my life. I'm very conservative in the way I dress)
Anyway, today, my secretary asks me "Not to get in your business or seem rude, but what size pants do you wear?" "Comfortably? I can wear a size 13."
See that's the problem I have with pants sometimes- or shirts for that matter. I have thin legs, but a belly and am top heavy. In other words, I think I resemble a chicken.
Even though I don't have an ass. I wish I did.....
That's me and my cousin in NYC this past April.
So my receptionist tells me that her daughter started this new treatment with a doctor and a nutritionist. The daughter has a lot of clothes that don't really fit her anymore because she has lost 10 lbs so far. At first, I'm confused.
Is she giving me clothes or trying to refer me to a nutrionist?
About an hour later, her daughter comes in and I say I notice some change on her. She's a police officer, so everytime I saw her, she'd be wearing her vest which made her look like a tiny hen.
When I was actively dating, I'd put "a few extra pounds" on my profile. When the guys would meet me, they'd all say the same thing: "You're not heavy. You're normal."
Thanks for the compliment.
I just wish the ones who really did use "A few extra pounds" were not "obese" like I saw quite a lot.
So the daughter starts going on about the treatment, and tells me it's actually a pill that she takes to suppress her appetite, and all she did was to eat fruits and vegetables for the first two weeks. In two weeks, she lost 10 lbs. Great for her.
So she gives their business card and tells me to expect to spend $200 for the first month and $50 for every month plus the pills as needed.
Ouch! In case you didn't know, I shop at the thrift store!
I, for one, don't want to use pills. I did buy them at one point, right when I had turned 18. Then I read all the side effects and warnings, and that was enough to make me go back to the store and return them. To me, pills are either placebos, or drugs with the same effect as speed which makes you burn calories faster. So it makes me a little uncomfortable when I have to say that I don't want to follow a pill treatment because
- I don't have that kind of money
- Don't believe in it (or else, I would have gone to GNC and bought myself a pack)
- Don't think it's safe (if it hasn't been evaluated by the FDA)
I've only done the first.
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