I discovered a timely blog piece from a few years ago when I needed it most. A lovely girl called MatchDotWrong got radio silenced by a guy she liked, who was being cagey. She called him and left this message:
"I feel a little stupid leaving this voicemail because chances are that you're blowing me off. But the stubborn part of me refuses to believe that I was so wrong about you, so I'm wondering if there was some kind of miscommunication. If that's not the case, I was hoping you might give me an explanation. Because to be honest, I am totally baffled by the radio silence. If I'm totally off base, then I would really appreciate a call or an email. Hope to talk to you soon." Read more here.
She went on to say that he called back and said the magic wasn't there. A totally crappy response, but still, it's better late than never. Closure people, it's the least that is owed to someone in a bad situation. Marie Claire blogger Maura Kelly asked the other day is honestly in breakups is overrated. In the past, I have to admit I haven't always been honest at the expense of protecting someones feelings. But if you don't want to date me or be in a vague/undefined relationship with me, and you're now dating someone else, FACEBOOK is not the way to find out!
ANALYSIS:
So, as the wonderful 20-Somethings blog has outlined, men are divided into several categories, and the man-child is on the rise. As much as I wanted to believe Fred was not a man child, he clearly is. Now, he's in a relationship (thanks for the heads up late last night Facebook!) with a 19-year old. Top off my weeks of wisdom teeth pain (I'm counting the days til Thursday), this was not good news.
I haven't talked to him in days, and as the last few days of dental issues had left me exhausted, I was looking form him to talk and take my mind off things. Well, my tooth pain has been less on my mind now, for sure. Here's how it went down:
I unknowingly asked on Wednesday night what he had done that night (as he often takes a nap until Conan on those nights because 'nothing is on TV'). After talking about a Mets game, he said he played with Facebook options such as changing the language (to Pirate most likely), and now he was in a civil union. Haha- funny story, he met this girl online, they've hung out a bunch of times. My response: What? And some catty but totally funny comments about registering at Walmart. My friend heard what I said and she was in shock at my suggestion they get gifts from the Miley Cyrus collection.
The part that bothered me the most:
FRED: In any event, we enjoy each others company in the present time lol.
(Direct quote, including the inability to space words out an all)
So, did I miss something? Clearly. Although, not too long ago (a few weeks ago), you said you were enjoying my company. After getting our mutual friend to interview Fred about the situation he reported back to me, "it doesn't look good. This is kinda messed up."
Cut to this morning:
I had a text waiting when I woke up. From Fred. It read:
11:31 am
You wouldn't want a PS3 would you.... $200
In the words of Avril Lavigne, "What the Hell?"
Formulating a response that is a mixture of "Are you kidding me?" "I hate you" and "Wow you are a childish, lying, tool!" But most importantly- I am not gonna be his shelf girl while he indulges in childish behavior. Pop out- I don't think we can be friends anymore.
To be continued......
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Playing With My Heart- Part 2
Subtitle: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back, and One to the Side
(no this is not the time warp)
When we left off, I texted Fred after a great night out and said "If i didn't know any better, I'd say you like me........
Fred sees my text and raises me one: I'd say you like me too.
My response: Maybe I do.....
Which led to a long conversation. It took place in two parts.
The endgame:
"I like you and talking to you. You make me happy. I'm not in a place where I want to pursue a relationship right now. I want to keep seeing you and see where it goes."
My first thought, "What? Are you kidding?"
My second:"Why?" (Although he clearly outlined reasons why- job transition, unresolved ex issues)
My third: "I'm kinda not surprised."
My fourth: "I wish Taylor Swift was here right now to lead me in a song."
My fifth: "Where's the candy?"
The sixth thing I thought, back in adult mode: Hmm, honesty, it was quite refreshing. Not the #1 thing I wanted to hear, but direct and not game-ridden. Perhaps men aren't going the way of pagers, as several news outlets and blogs are recently claiming.
The End of Men- The Atlantic Monthly
Where Have All the Good Men Gone?- The Wall Street Journal
Why A Real Man's So Hard to Find? -The New York Post
Sex is Cheap- Slate
Although the 20-Nothings, who I aspire to be one day, offer a great analysis of boys, guys, and men, which I definitely recommend checking out. I've read it a lot lately and compared all the males I know to each of the categories.
Back to Fred....
I did see Fred, again. We enjoyed an afternoon at the mall. We tried on hats, we looked for books, and he bought me ice cream. One weekend, two cheek kisses, three days of confusion.
(no this is not the time warp)
When we left off, I texted Fred after a great night out and said "If i didn't know any better, I'd say you like me........
Fred sees my text and raises me one: I'd say you like me too.
My response: Maybe I do.....
Which led to a long conversation. It took place in two parts.
The endgame:
"I like you and talking to you. You make me happy. I'm not in a place where I want to pursue a relationship right now. I want to keep seeing you and see where it goes."
My first thought, "What? Are you kidding?"
My second:"Why?" (Although he clearly outlined reasons why- job transition, unresolved ex issues)
My third: "I'm kinda not surprised."
My fourth: "I wish Taylor Swift was here right now to lead me in a song."
My fifth: "Where's the candy?"
The sixth thing I thought, back in adult mode: Hmm, honesty, it was quite refreshing. Not the #1 thing I wanted to hear, but direct and not game-ridden. Perhaps men aren't going the way of pagers, as several news outlets and blogs are recently claiming.
The End of Men- The Atlantic Monthly
Where Have All the Good Men Gone?- The Wall Street Journal
Why A Real Man's So Hard to Find? -The New York Post
Sex is Cheap- Slate
Although the 20-Nothings, who I aspire to be one day, offer a great analysis of boys, guys, and men, which I definitely recommend checking out. I've read it a lot lately and compared all the males I know to each of the categories.
Back to Fred....
I did see Fred, again. We enjoyed an afternoon at the mall. We tried on hats, we looked for books, and he bought me ice cream. One weekend, two cheek kisses, three days of confusion.
Playing With My Heart- Part 1
I don't know where to begin exactly. Clearly, it begins with the night my lady mojo was crushed, because last night had a bit of deja vu. Notwithstanding, we also have to consider this happened after Fred finally manned up and kissed me, and I haven't seen him since then.
Headed out to an arcade for game night with friends (including Fred), this time on my turf. We all hang out and get drinks. Here's where things get different- our conversation flows better, and we naturally go off to the bar together. He buys me a beer. My friend texts me and says she will keep the group away. We play several games, and he becomes my official ticket counter and folder. We rock the "Deal or No Deal' machine and I challenge him to skee ball- winning several skee ball horse races. He beats me once, just to prove he is a skee ball champ.
The gang rents a pool table. We become partners. For some reason, I am completely sucking at pool- I'm convinced this is a bad week for pool because I lost a lot on Tuesday night too. He is convinced I have been lying about my pool prowess. Fred is surprisingly good at pool, sitting on the table to sink shots. He's sending me flirty texts durign the games. He buys me another ddrink, but my id is at the pool counter. Finally the bartender verifies I am not 12 years old and gives me the drink.
We cash in tickets. Of course I have like 1,000 and all I want is some sweet tarts. I offer Fred the 100 or so tickets so he can get a tie dye Mets teddy bear. He promises me he'll give me tickets next time. I could care less about the tickets. I also swipe over 300 points so a friend and her boyfriend can get a bear to befriend their stuffed animal. I also absentmindedly pass him a purple sweet tart which is at the top of my candy. He looks confused for a moment.
Me: you said you like purple.
Him: Thanks! (pops purple sweet tart in his mouth).
Fred drove up with some friends, so a quite elaborate plan for him to walk me to the car gets thwarted by the largeness of the group and sleepiness (it was after 1:30 AM). The group walks me out and I drive them down to their car. Fred waves the bear in my face, giving me a cheekful of bear. I ask if he plans to hig me too. He leans over and hugs me, and gives a quick check kiss. I quickly cheek kiss as well, since his cheek is right there.
At home, I look at the texts he's been sending from the back of the car. I decide to be bold and text him that it seems like he likes me. As Ted Mosby from HIMYM says, nothing good happens after 2AM. To be continued.......
Headed out to an arcade for game night with friends (including Fred), this time on my turf. We all hang out and get drinks. Here's where things get different- our conversation flows better, and we naturally go off to the bar together. He buys me a beer. My friend texts me and says she will keep the group away. We play several games, and he becomes my official ticket counter and folder. We rock the "Deal or No Deal' machine and I challenge him to skee ball- winning several skee ball horse races. He beats me once, just to prove he is a skee ball champ.
The gang rents a pool table. We become partners. For some reason, I am completely sucking at pool- I'm convinced this is a bad week for pool because I lost a lot on Tuesday night too. He is convinced I have been lying about my pool prowess. Fred is surprisingly good at pool, sitting on the table to sink shots. He's sending me flirty texts durign the games. He buys me another ddrink, but my id is at the pool counter. Finally the bartender verifies I am not 12 years old and gives me the drink.
We cash in tickets. Of course I have like 1,000 and all I want is some sweet tarts. I offer Fred the 100 or so tickets so he can get a tie dye Mets teddy bear. He promises me he'll give me tickets next time. I could care less about the tickets. I also swipe over 300 points so a friend and her boyfriend can get a bear to befriend their stuffed animal. I also absentmindedly pass him a purple sweet tart which is at the top of my candy. He looks confused for a moment.
Me: you said you like purple.
Him: Thanks! (pops purple sweet tart in his mouth).
Fred drove up with some friends, so a quite elaborate plan for him to walk me to the car gets thwarted by the largeness of the group and sleepiness (it was after 1:30 AM). The group walks me out and I drive them down to their car. Fred waves the bear in my face, giving me a cheekful of bear. I ask if he plans to hig me too. He leans over and hugs me, and gives a quick check kiss. I quickly cheek kiss as well, since his cheek is right there.
At home, I look at the texts he's been sending from the back of the car. I decide to be bold and text him that it seems like he likes me. As Ted Mosby from HIMYM says, nothing good happens after 2AM. To be continued.......
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Cutest Text I've Ever Gotten
I was all prepared to blog again about what is sexy- part 2," which is going to become a weekly blog post. But on the way there, I got the cutest text ever from Fred. It read:
Grocery shopping with mother... saw capri sun, thought of you.
This was completely heart-melting. Recently Fred and I were up talking late at night and I busted out a capri sun to quench my thirst.
In the pre-relationship "he likes me, he likes me not" speigl, this is most definitely in the "He likes me" column.
Grocery shopping with mother... saw capri sun, thought of you.
This was completely heart-melting. Recently Fred and I were up talking late at night and I busted out a capri sun to quench my thirst.
In the pre-relationship "he likes me, he likes me not" speigl, this is most definitely in the "He likes me" column.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
COMMENTARY: 17's guide to texting boys
Like pickup lines, texts can crush a blossoming relationship. So I turned to a teen magazine for some advice to hook a boy:
The worst:
I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin "me" ☺
- Could a girl sending this seem more desperate?
It's 10:10! Time to make a wish
- Are you texting a girl? An 11-year old girl? Guys don't respond well to this kind of stuff.
Uh oh, I think my <3 went missing. Did you steal it?
- His likely answer: No. Cray cray girl alert!
Let's refer to Anshton Kitcher's December article about texting killing romance. Ironically written by a guy who tweets 100 times a day, he makes a good point. Affection is truly better expressed through speech, or hey maybe a nice letter. There's a reason they're called "love letters." 160 characters cannot express enough.
The worst:
I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin "me" ☺
- Could a girl sending this seem more desperate?
It's 10:10! Time to make a wish
- Are you texting a girl? An 11-year old girl? Guys don't respond well to this kind of stuff.
Uh oh, I think my <3 went missing. Did you steal it?
- His likely answer: No. Cray cray girl alert!
Let's refer to Anshton Kitcher's December article about texting killing romance. Ironically written by a guy who tweets 100 times a day, he makes a good point. Affection is truly better expressed through speech, or hey maybe a nice letter. There's a reason they're called "love letters." 160 characters cannot express enough.
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