Sunday night musings for your reading pleasure
There are a bunch of random thoughts going through my head tonight:
- 20-something guys are starting to look younger and younger every day. Like, really young. Like, way too young for me to even consider dating. How fucking crazy is that? I see them walking down the street, hanging out in bars and clubs, texting random chicks on their fancy overly-complicated phones… and all I can think is, DAMN, these kids are living in a completely different world than I am. So weird, right? When did these guys go from “OMG I fucking want you” to “Dude, get a haircut and call me when your beard grows in?” Hahaha, such is life, I guess. Boys, move aside. I need a fucking MAN.
- And speaking of real MEN, I’ve noticed that the guys I’m attracted to these days have at least a few of the following characteristics: a receding hairline, a few wrinkes around the eyes, some kind of clean-cut but nerdy outfit that shows they’re not exactly plugged into the latest trends, a kid wrapped around their leg, a wife nearby… wait, those last two weren’t exactly part of the plan, but I can’t help who I’m attracted to! This also just goes to show that guys in my dating age range (early to mid 30s) are mostly scooped up and married. Ugh. But hopefully there are still a few dorky single guys out there to entertain me. : )
- I seem to be the last remaining person on earth without a facebook account. Here’s where I reach out to you, my lovely readers. Is facebook worth it, or what? Should I cave in and just do it already? What’s the fucking point of facebook, anyway??? Like, what do you do on there? Can everyone see all my shit? What if I don’t want my psycho high school boyfriend tracking me down? How much maintenance is required? Is it going to suck up all my time? Is it fun? Is there a lot of spam? Is it as fucking pointless and annoying as it seems??? : ) Please help – I am being suckered into doing this against my will and need a good (better) reason to resist all the facebook peer pressure. Help a girl out, will ya?
- I, umm, kind of went off my Weight Watchers diet recently. It started slowly – you know, sharing a piece of cake at a restaurant for dessert, eating an extra tablespoon of peanut butter after dinner, eating an extra bag of low-fat popcorn if I got the munchies at night. Not too bad. Small stuff. Then came this long holiday weekend… and, umm, I kind of fell off the wagon. Oops. And you know what I realized? I FUCKING MISS EATING LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING. All those months of sticking to the plan resulted in one very hungry, very deprived DD. And I kind of ate way too much tonight. And it was GOOD. My belly is happy now.
- This “thing” (or whatever the hell it is) with New Year’s Lips is so fucking toxic. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – it’s total bullshit! I really wish he never would have texted me that night (over a month ago at this point) because I’ve been preoccupied with the whole situation ever since. I mean, seriously, this isn’t going to go anywhere. He’s not interested in me (I really think he’s just bored and is looking for a distraction), and honestly, although I do enjoy hanging out with him, this situation is NOT good for my mental health. It’s all too confusing and weird and floating around in why-am-I-kinda-sorta-dating-my-ex limbo. And I don’t like it. I really don’t like it. Ok??? Should I just extract myself from this situation and get it over with already??? I should, of course, but there’s only one problem: the cuteness. Ohhhh, the cuteness. Why oh WHY does he have to be so fucking cute????? Stupid men and their stupid cuteness. I swear, I’m hopeless.
I guess that’s it for tonight. Off to bed! But first, do I want some late-night popcorn…? : )
The more I use Twitter the less I use Facebook. You can set it up to restrict what people can see, but I’ve never bothered. My Facebook profile is the vanilla/real me, where I stay in touch with family and friends.
September 7th, 2009 at 11:46 amhubman´s last blog ..Swing Shift Volume 10- Getting Started in the Lifestyle
Miss Dork,
Sounds like your taste in men is maturing against your will, for better or worse, lol.
Being an Epicurean of sorts, I have found that I can enjoy what I love and control my body weight well. Couple of tricks:
Smaller portions. Studies show that people are socially trained to leave an empty or mostly empty plate. Many people can achieve satiety with less food. Takes some trial and error.
Enjoy that really good calorie-dense stuff in moderation, as a REGULAR treat. It’s like sex. Everyone needs good/excellent regular sex. But some of the BEST sex has a little anticipation/unexpected plans/etc prior to the savoring. Not that an occasional gorging (sex or food or both!) isn’t good for the soul.
Anyway, blah, blah, blah. I think one advantage that dorks like us have is that we know what we like, we can choose an ideal weight, and we have the dork willpower to make choices that balance pleasure and ideals.
September 7th, 2009 at 5:32 pmhubman – Yeah, I think I want to restrict as much as possible. I don’t want creepy people from middle school and high school looking me up and harassing me! I had enough harassment in middle school… enough for a lifetime, LOL.
W – Portion control is the hardest part for me. I think I have a bottomless stomach and could eat all day long if I let myself. Sigh. Oh, and about the “everyone neeeds good/excellent regular sex?” SIGN ME UP! Where do I apply for this luxury??? : )
September 7th, 2009 at 9:40 pmThe Dateable Dork´s last blog ..Mmmmm… cleavage
“Boys, move aside. I need a fucking MAN.”
Ouch. As a man-boy, I’m doubly offended by this. :<
I’m not sure what the deal with being attracted to certain age groups is. Lately I’ve found that most of the women I’ve been dating have been in their early to mid 20s, but it’s basically been pointless, from my view (great sex aside, of course). We have little to nothing in common, and God help you if you ask what books they’ve read recently (if they’ve read anything, it’s usually some Twilight-related junk). A good portion of the women my age (27) are either taken with a long-term boyfriend or husband, or are so focused on their careers that they “don’t have time have a relationship right now.” Um, ok, I’ll just stand out here on the sidewalk and wait for someone. Great, thanks.
Facebook/MySpace/Twitter all seem completely pointless and retarded to me, yet I have accounts for the first two, so go figure. Facebook itself has some fun apps and things you can add to your profile (games, pic sorters, TONS of quizzes, etc.) but by-and-large it’s just another way to waste time online.
Yay for essays. Sry. haha
September 7th, 2009 at 10:48 pmI was dating guys in their 30s by the time I was 24 or so. I’m with you – REAL MEN, baby! Jake is the exact same age as me but that was a fluke
I’m currently being semi- stalked/harassed by someone I dated for THREE MONTHS in 1997 on facebook. That seems to be its main purpose, from what I can tell.
September 8th, 2009 at 10:30 amHoney´s last blog ..Love Style “Gifts”: How I Became A Kept Woman
I have to speak up for Facebook here. I’ve found it to be a lot of fun. I’ve connected with people going all the way back to first grade! I just recently “bumped into” a girl, now in her 30′s, who I babysat for when she was a toddler. So cool to see how she turned out. Have also found my first boyfriend, college roomies, old neighbors, and long-lost relatives.
DD, you have worked so hard to lose weight and get fit. I would think you’d love to go on Facebook and show off your sexy bod to all the people who knew you back when. Plus tell them all your accomplishments, not the least of which is this blog.
September 9th, 2009 at 5:37 pm