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I'm just a old school metalhead, punk rock chick who is trying to stay sane in the World (perhaps alternate universe) of Internet Dating. Unfortunately, the staying sane is not working very well. I tend to be brutally honest, snarky, and I immediately assume what people tell me is a lie. I am SUPER ADHD so I tend to have this endless stream of consciousness thing going. Oh... And I drink like a fish and curse like a sailor (I make my mother SO proud).

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I’m just looking for the girl, The girl with the heart of gold…

adventure
- 3 dictionary results
ad•ven•ture
Show Spelled [ad-ven-cher] Show IPA noun, verb, -tured, -tur•ing.

–noun

1. an exciting or very unusual experience.
2. participation in exciting undertakings or enterprises: the spirit of adventure.
3. a bold, usually risky undertaking; hazardous action of uncertain outcome.
4. a commercial or financial speculation of any kind; venture.
5. Obsolete .
a. peril; danger; risk.
b. chance; fortune; luck.

–verb (used with object)

6. to risk or hazard.
7. to take the chance of; dare.
8. to venture to say or utter: to adventure an opinion.

–verb (used without object)

9. to take the risk involved.
10. to venture; hazard.

I find myself in an interesting position now. I write a blog about my adventures in the dating world (the weird messages, the WTF were they thinking profiles, the cracked out speed dating events) but now I am a *gasp* GIRLFRIEND (Yeah, it freaks me out too sometimes because I am not use to having someone in my life.)! Oh, and I am dating someone who lives like 125 miles away. This means not only am I adjusting to having someone in my life, but I am also adapting to spending a large portion of my time with the BF in a strange city which I really have never been to (did I mention yet that this city is below the Mason-Dixon Line?!?). We now have a WHOLE new level of adventure, don’t we? Me adjusting to and learning my way around a new city…

A quick intro to the BF:
  • he is amazingly sweet (he spoils me which is a huge adjustment for me but can be a jerk at times too)
  • he is a hunter (yummmm… dead Bambi!)
  • he drives a really nice truck (ahhhhh… the superficial things I notice and that I’m NOT allowed to drive)
  • he could pick me up and throw me like a javelin (there are VERY few people I look like a midget next to, but yeah. I look TINY next to him)
  • he seems to think my world revolves around him (it sort of does… but not completely. At least not yet)
  • He can be brutally honest (something I am not use to and I tend to take EVERYTHING personally)
  • He doesn’t smoke (and rides my ass about smoking which is why it has been… 11 days since my last cigarette)
  • He is VERY private (This blog will mostly be about the things I do when he is working on Saturdays, with the occasionally trip we take together. There will be no… “Like OMG, he is SUCH an asshole he didn’t get me *fill in object”. If he does something incredibly sweet like all the stuff he did this weekend you guys will have to suffer through me talking about it.)
  • He is the type of person that it makes me VERY happy to be able to look him in the eyes and say one thing… “MINE!”

I actually was down to see him last weekend (which it totally sucked having to come home), and since he took off from work we spent the whole weekend together. I would like to say we went all sorts of exciting places but we really didn’t. lol. He suffered through me getting a manicure & pedicure (he took it REALLY well, especially since he was paying for it. Yes. I know I am very spoiled and VERY lucky. He also opens doors), we went to see the Expendables (OMFG! Awesome movie), I got to do to my very first Bass Pro Shop (the sick part is… there is actually stuff in there I’d buy), and we went to one of his friends tattoo shops (I got dropped in amongst people I don’t know which is an ungodly terrifying experience for me, with about 2 ½ minutes warning. Thanks baby. Appreciated. Lol). I'm not too sure how I feel about sharing any more about this weekend.

So the real adventures will begin in like 2 weeks when I will have more of a chance to explore and get pictures…

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Well... Now what?

I'm really NOT quite sure how to proceed on this one. lol. I started this blog to basically ridicule all the stupid messages I get on the assorted dating sites I'm on. Errrr... I mean WAS on (I'm still not use to this whole being with someone shit). It makes it a bit difficult to write this blog since I have pretty much deactivated all my various accounts (I still have my OKC but that is because I have friends on there that aren't anywhere else).

Now I get to go into negotiations on how much I am allowed to mention on here about the person I am (Honey, since I KNOW you are reading this, have we decided wtf is going on yet? lol. If we have and I am just super dumb by not realizing that we made that decision, you REALLY need to change your "looking for" on FB. Just saying. I know threats from me REALLY aren't that scary since I am a freaking MIDGET next to you but yeah... Pissed off redheads are no fun. If we haven't made that decision, just disregard that last bit. Especially the threat.)... um... yeah... I'll get back to everyone on WHAT it is and we'll call it "doing whatever I am doing with him" for right now.

For the time being I guess my baby is totally on hold. And I really NEVER thought I'd be saying that 3 months after I started the blog. :-) But I'm happy with where things are and where they seem to be going, so too bad.

Friday, August 6, 2010

In WHAT fucking world...

Ok... 4 or 5 years on in the "Online Dating Zoo" and I have seen some INCREDIBLY bazaar and fucked up shit. However... This takes the cake!


In WHAT fucking world would you think this is either sexy or an appropriate means of winning a girlfriend?

Don't get me wrong...
  • I think guns and weapons are like OMFG *bites lip* sexy.

  • I HATE super scrawny guys. I am TOTALLY afraid of breaking them.

  • After YEARS of dealing with wrestlers who wax their bodies within an inch of their lives, and having been handed clippers and asked "Can you shave my back", I have NO problem with body hair on guys.

However, at NO point are the following attractive:
  • a "banana hammock"

  • hair that I can't tell if its a mullet or just scary

  • pointing a gun at ANY part of your body, even unintentionally

  • looking like Russell Brand's less intelligent, and less funny older brother.
*sign* I opened an EMAIL and saw that, which was the best part. Really. I haven't had my coffee yet and that scared the SHIT out of me.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The First Rule of Fight Club...

Hmmmm... Can someone explain to me how you write a dating blog when the person you are currently talking to is intensely private. Private to the point that he deletes EVERYTHING he puts onto my facebook (which btw I find irritating as hell but that's life I guess) leaving me to look like I'm talking to myself (which is WHY I find it so damn irritating). So great. Now I am left without a major topic of conversation (The first Rule of Fight Club is "You don't talk about fight club"). *sigh* Or so I thought. I have at least 1 more blog (being this one).

I logged onto my OKC account (I have friends on there that aren't cool enough to be on my Facebook) and had this demented Ice Cube notification. I've seen it before (always ignored it) but finally decided to click on it. And THIS is what it is:



So let me get this right... You want me to send someone a random message because we have yoga in common? How 'bout I get a bit more info FIRST! Cause really, that's just weird.