Sunday, August 31, 2008

Love Is A Battlefield: A Must Read for Any Serial Dater

I have been around this planet now for 27 years and in those years, I have learned a lot about dating.

How to do it.
How not to do it.
What you should look out for.
What kind of man you should stay away from.
How to reel a man in.
How to repulse a man.

And while most of my dating experience has happened more recently, say in the last year or so, I spent most of my formative years reading a plethora books on the subject at hand. Needless to say, I have since created my own dating philosophy that is happily balanced somewhere between He's Just Not that Into You and How to Get a Date Worth Keeping. Many of my girlfriends have asked me for advice, which I find ironic because my successful dating relationships come to the sum total of zero; however, I have found that I have learned enough to save many from the hidden woes of courtship. I, by no means, consider myself an expert on this issue. If you add together the many how to books, the first hand experiences, and my innate desire to know all things related to the subject (I largely blame my Interpersonal Communications background for this), my fabulous sense of wit, and a dash of my sarcastic attitude, you get a fun blog read for any serial dater. So without further ado, I present for your approaval my TOP TEN DATING TIPS.

**DISCLAIMER: I am in no way a man hater. I am not a feminist either. I am not even assuming that what I have to say amounts to crap; however, if you would like to enjoy reading through some of my personal experiences, then read on friend! I publish this blog with the full knowledge that it is strictly my opinion; however, you got to give credit where credit is due. The truth hurts. And, sometimes we all need to hear the truth.**

Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

1) If He Isn't Calling You, He's Not Interested

This one was a hard one for me to swallow too. I, like most girls, tend to want to help a guy pursue me. To give him a little nudge. I always thought "Hey, I should show him I am interested, so that he knows it's okay to call". Sure... in a woman's world. In a man's world this equates to, "She's way too interested in me. Doesn't she have a life? I feel like she is smothering me". Now, don't get all self-righteous on me. I am not saying that it's wrong to call a man, text him, or show him some gentle interest (a smile to know it's safe to approach you, for example); however, when it comes to pursuing a relationship....forgive me, but I think that the man wants to be in charge. As he should. They say men are hunters. They like to have a challenge. They want to see if they can win your heart. If you easily give it to them, they are more than likely going to bolt because you've taken the fun out of the game. So, put the phone down. I know it's a hard pill to swallow ladies, but don't you want to be with a man who wants to be with you? It's so much richer to know that when you are talking to lover boy, he was the one to message you. You don't have to sit and wonder whether or not he wants to talk to you because if he called you, then you know he does. If you know how to get a hold of him, he knows how to get a hold of you! Food for thought.

2) Text Messaging: The New Way A Man Comes Calling

Ok, what's the deal gentleman? Is it just easier to text now? I am hard pressed to find a man who doesn't think that text messaging in this day and age is a "good conversation". Don't get me wrong, a little flirtatious texting gets me through my day as well, but to replace that with some good, old conversation is just plain wrong! With all the new gizmos and technology, I know it's hard not to do the simple thing and text, IM, or email. But, MAN UP! Don't be a coward. Believe me when I say, if you step it up and actually call her, you are a step a head of the curve. You are going to do something that no other man is doing and will therefore have the upper hand. I'm just saying is all.

3) Not All Men Are Created Equal

I realize that while most of what I am writing about is a sweeping generaliztion of the opposite sex, I do understand that not every man is the same. I have dated enough men to find that just because Joe likes to talk for hours on the phone, Sam might be OK with just a two minute conversation. Matt might like to spend the evenings at home playing cards, while Ben wants to go out to the local sports bar for a drink. Ladies, be careful of comparisions. They hurt more than they help. Just because one man is vocal with showing his interest level, doesn't mean that the next guy will be the same way. You can convince yourself that a certain man can't be interested if he hasn't shown the appropriate level of interest because "my last boyfriend always told me how he felt". Each man is his own person. Let him show you who he is.

4) There Are Always More Fish in the Sea

Don't sweat it if it doesn't work out like you "planned". If he can't see what you are worth and match it, then he isn't worth your time. Move on to someone who wants to be with you, who will say the things you want to hear, who will love you for who you are, who will give everything to be the one to call you his woman. This reminds me of a fun, little story...

I one time had a man liken our relationship to fishing. Ok, I can buy that. I have heard the old adage "there are always more fish in the sea", but this new analogy was more than I could swallow. As an avid fisher, he starts by telling me that sometimes he would catch a fish and he would observe it and then decide if it was a keeper or not. If it's not a keeper, you throw it back into the water. If it is a keeper, then you....well, you obviously keep it. He was trying to decide whether or not I was a keeper.

I can see that. In essence that is what dating is. You try someone out, see if they fit in your life, and decide to keep them or throw them back into the dating pool. That's not the part I had an issue with. The part that got me was when he said "I wait for the fish to come to me". Wait, what? UMM, how about NO. Haha. I think he forgot the part about how he has to throw out the bait. I don't know, it just reeked of arrogance, like he waits for women to come to him and then he can choose if they are a keeper or not. Like he had no part in it.

On the one hand, I can admire that sense of cockeyness. It seems like he realizes he is worth someone finding, but on the other hand, I think he also forgot that pride comes before the fall.

5). Go to Where the Men Are

If you are hungry, you go out to eat.
If you need socks, you buy some.
If you need gas, you get gas.

This might seem self explanatory, but so many women miss the boat because they believe that they are doing all they can to find a man. After some careful questioning, I come to find that these wonderfully, beautiful women are so misguided. Friends, if you think you can stay at home on a Friday night and the man of your dreams will come knocking on your door, then keep on sitting. I have found in my own experiences that the only men who have ever come to my door was the Hunan Delight delivery guy and the maintence man. You got to get out. Go to a bookstore. A cafe. A sporting event. Do something you enjoy. What's the worse that could happen? It's really two-fold. You will have plans on a Friday night and you increase your chance of meeting someone. This leads to bullet point number six.

6) Don't Judge a Book By it's Cover (or Don't-Look-At-a-Man-and-Decide-Without-Any-Investigating-That-Said-Man-is-Not-For-You-Because-He-Could-Be-a-Gem-In-Disguise)

When going out on the town, say to a Christian concert or to some event where I would be meeting new people, I would enter the room and put all the men I saw into two categories.

Category A: Dateable
Category B: Not Dateable

Basically, I would decide from first sight if I could see myself with certain men. This snap judgement came way before being introduced to the guy!! I would already have an idea about whether I could date him or not. And some guys didn't even have a chance. Ouch. I have come to find that if you erase those stigmas, stereotypes, and immediate judgements, you may find yourself a man who is a lot more interesting than you first thought. A man who has a lot to say and can add so much to your life, and even if this man does not end up as a potential date, you have found yourself a friend. It's really a no-brainer and really your loss in the end if you decide to write someone off because he is "too metrosexual" for you or "his glasses make him look too nerdy" or "he isn't dressed to your liking".

Get over yourself and invest in him. Find out what he likes to do in his spare time, and I am telling you this will do a lot for both of your confidences.

7) Dating for Fun vs. Dating for Marriage

I used to look at dating as a means to an end. And, ultimately it is just that. If you see yourself marrying some day, then it's safe to say that one of the reasons you should date is to see if you are compatible enough for the long haul. However, this philosphy screwed me royally. Personally, I put so much pressure on myself and on my date to try to figure out whether the crap I could marry him or not that the date was no longer fun and it got real serious real fast and more than likely ended up scaring him off. Please understand I am not not advocating this philosophy. I just know that for me, it was hard to relax and relate to him even as a friend. With that said if you find yourself dating someone and you know that you could never see yourself with him, then yes it's time to say "I think we should just be friends" But, going back to my last point, sometimes you may write off a guy because you assume he isn't marriage material and he quite possibly could be if you put some time into building the relationship.

When dating for fun, you take off much of the added pressure and you can find yourself with people you wouldn't normally have considered before because they "weren't your type". I have dated a few guys that I would have just written off at first meeting them because they didn't fit the mold I had in my mind. I ended up really enjoying the time we shared and have created some lasting friendships.

Some have fizzled and you couldn't pay me to talk to them ever again as well.

Just be careful with this as well. God tells us to guard our hearts for a reason, and girls, I know how easy it is to get emotionally sucked up in a guy. If it is hard for you to detach or keep your emotions under wraps, then maybe you shouldn't date for fun. I still maintain that you should meet people and hang out as friends at the very least, but save your heart for the people who you deem worthy of it.

8) Guard Your Carnal Treasure

Hehe. I took this line from the movie Win a Date With Tad Hamilton. It's a cute one. But, I digress. The truth of the matter is God sets up boundaries for us for a reason! Believe me, I am preaching to the choir here. No man is worth giving yourself over to for any reason. Your body belongs to God. He created it. He loves it. It's painful to give any piece of yourself emotionally to a man to only come and find that he is not all that interested and picks up and leaves. It's even more painful if you give yourself over to a man physically as well. There is a reason God says to wait. I don't believe you should ever find yourself in a situation where you have given yourself to man in any way to then have to sit and wonder if he has feelings for you or not. This should not be the case. It's not fair to you. You deserve to be loved, to be known in all ways...but in a serious, committed relationship where the man has had to work for your affection, earn you attention, and showed that he will care for you, provide for you, love and protect your heart.


I know, I have heard all this crap too, but I guess I had to experience it in order to know it to be true.

9) You Will Never Be Able to Change a Man

Period. You cannot change a man. His stubborness and His manhood will not let you. Don't even try. Instead, if you can't see yourself with this man as is, then move on. You can pray for change of course...it's God's job to change him...but you, yourself will never be able to change him.

10) Your Feminity is Powerful: And With Great Power Comes Great Responsibilty

Men have gone to war over women. Look at Helen of Troy. Men have gone to great lengths to win the admiration of women. It's centuries old and I believe it to be completely Biblical. Men want to pursue. Again, they are hunters. There is nothing like Woman that can spur a man to do great things. You have the power to move men to do amazing feats...or you have the power to seduce a man to do terrible things. Choose to be a woman who gives life. Realize that one glance of your eyes is enough to send him soaring. There is something about us that is so mysterious to a man. Be all woman. Learn this and you will go far.



My sincere thanks and credit to authors Dr. Henry Cloud, Michelle Hammond McKinney, and Greg Behrendt for their advice.

Friday, August 29, 2008

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Thursday, August 28, 2008

It's Foreign on This Side.

So, I was at the Annapolis Mall today meeting my girls for a quick dinner. While I was waiting for them, I was on the phone with Angel. I was standing in the food court and I turned around just in time to see Nate, atleast that is what I named him. Nate was your average, American male. About 5'8". Not overly muscular, but toned. He had dark hair and a nice tan. Not fake and bake, but a nice end of the summer glow. He was alone, eating his Chick-fil-A original sandwhich and fries.
Here's where my long story...gets longer. He was not really looking around or anything, just concentrating on his food, when his cell phone goes off. He has a text message. His face lit up. He was positively beaming. I couldn't handle it...I kept watching as he texted what I am sure was some quick witted, flirtatious response back to the lucky girl on the receiving end.

Then it hit me ladies...you never know what his reaction will be when you send him a message. All you're thinking is, "I hope he doesn't go running for the hills". I normally picture his face looking a bit like this: eyes rolling, a shrug of the shoulders, closing the phone without a thought of response. And, quite possibly no more thought to it than that. It was nice to see the other side of the text. I usually don't think about how the guy I am texting is probably just as excited to hear from me as I am from him. I selfishly think more about how it makes me feel when I hear from him. A simple "hi." or "how's it going?" is enough to send me soaring, but thinking about how a simple "hi" from me might put a huge smile on his face is enough to make me smile in return.

What the crap was he thinking?

Weekly: What the crap were they thinking?

I was driving downtown Baltimore the other day and it's gotten ridiculous what with all the school kids back in school, the typical morning traffic, and some random vactioners (including not only our average American family, but some Asain friends, and the Amish). Anyways, it already is pretty crowded and when you get downtown where all the roads are one way, it can get kinda confusing if you are not sure where you are heading. Well, I have learned these roads like the back of my hand. Speaking of hands, the issue at hand is that I was driving down one of these aforementioned one way roads and got stuck behind a cement truck. The trucker had decided that 8:00 AM on a Wednesday morning would be the appropriate time to begin his work and thus cut off all oncoming traffic. Sure, he had a job to do, you say. Naturally, he had about ummm, a gagilion people behind him trying to get to their various destinations. Sheesh. Give a girl a break.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The Melody of You

I am surprised at the amount of music there is in the world. It seems that no matter what new song becomes popular, it always is unique in it's own right with lyrics and a melody never heard before. I could live my life in song and be completely ok with it. No, not a musical friend, but hearing the songs play through my head as I go about my day. It gives me added energy and excitement to complete the task at hand. I have become slightly obsessed with making a daily playlist.

By the way, sometimes it seems like the arists just know how to perfectly describe my day, my emotion, my heart, and my current situation. When I have that *a-ha* moment, the moment when I finally connect the song to my life, my appreciation for it soars. I enjoy all types of music, but when I finally find that one song that can somehow communicate all that I am holding inside, it makes me want to share it with the world and say, "See, this is what I am. This, is how I feel". It gives words to situations and emotions that I can't readily communicate.

It's almost like...if someone were to play the endless playlist I have created throughout my life, after I leave this world, they would have the sum total of who I am as a person.

Monday, August 25, 2008

On Friends and the Homeless

Well, much has happened since my last entry. I am certain you desire to know all the intimate details of my so called life; however, due to lack of sleep and a some what nauseating combination of caffine, ibuprofen, and splenda, I am sadly drained of all energy.

Can I tell you what does energize me? My friends. Truely. There are stretches of days when I feel like the only contact I have to the outside world is with an 18 month old and the homeless man on the street corner who looks like he will either pass out or cough up an internal organ of some sort.

**Did I tell you about the time this homeless man approached my car for money? Normally, it is a general understanding in the inner city of Baltimore that the homelss stand in the median, with their sign, and walk up and down until someone actually makes a move to give them some cash. One time I actually saw someone THROW money AT the homeless man. However, in the apforementioned case, this homeless man came right up to my window and asked me to do him a "christian favor". Hmm? Sketch. Oh, and one time, there was this woman who was holding a sign that said "pregnant: need food and money" and she was outside in the 90 degree heat with a sweat shirt on and jeans...Really friend? Jeans? Really?**

I have missed being with my peeps and it was a much needed weekend with my girls. We enjoyed some of our old forms of entertainment. So, all in all, it was a fun weekend. Saw some of my old college peeps as well, and that was also much needed. It's amazing to me that we could be away from one another for significant periods of time and then just pick up where we all left off.


**IN MICHAEL PHELPS NEWS**

I plan to update you on all things Michael Phelps. He is moving back here and will be living at Fells Point. He bought Meadowbrook, his childhood pool, which P.S. is my families' pool! I totally plan on bumping into him at some point. Well technically my brother's family goes there and I tag along. Don't get me started on my brother Timmy. Remind me later to blog about him and the:

1) Ravens Game fiasco
2)Bono sighting
3) his Emmy win

I will be Phelps' friend, oh yes, I will be. Laura and I have also decided to find where he goes grocery shopping and such and track him...we are not stalkers. We 're just the best phans he's every seen...

Umm, I know there is more, but sleep for now.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
oh baby.can't do this to me baby.
just gotta get out
just gotta get right out of here.

-Queen

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

My weekly: What the crap were they thinking?

In an effort to keep this blog light and cheerful...one of my many convo's with the BF Tori.

Staranne161 (8:51:32 PM): so i was watching my guilty pleasure today...
Staranne161 (8:51:35 PM): big brother
torilizbeth (8:52:12 PM): haha
Staranne161 (8:52:13 PM): and one of the house guests (a man named ollie)
Staranne161 (8:52:26 PM): called one of the houseguests (a woman named libra)
Staranne161 (8:53:00 PM): a "scalley-wag"...i thought that that term went out of style circa 1778 or something
Staranne161 (8:53:13 PM): i mean are we pirates
Staranne161 (8:53:13 PM): ?
torilizbeth (8:53:23 PM): haha
torilizbeth (8:53:28 PM): yes, baldwin, yes we are
Staranne161 (8:53:31 PM): hehe
Staranne161 (8:53:35 PM): seriously
Staranne161 (8:53:42 PM): he did it as a cut down
Staranne161 (8:53:45 PM): not to be a smart alec
Staranne161 (8:53:49 PM): like how we would use it
Staranne161 (8:53:59 PM): instead of a normal 21 century word
Staranne161 (8:54:18 PM): he called her a scalley wag...

Monday, August 18, 2008

The Creeper

So, Laura and I were at Border's this evening and we ran into this man whom Laura affectionately named "The Creeper". He is an older gentleman, salt and pepper hair, slightly overweight, and over all creepy. He is sitting at a small table near the wall and he is reading a book.

Not creepy you say?

Well, he is not really reading. He is "reading" and every so often looks up and stares at us for a significant period of time. It's the frequency and duration we are talking about here that makes him creepy.

Meanwhile, Laura and I are in the corner at our own table giggling as per usual over some sort of nonsense and at one point, The Creeper walks over to the coffee counter with his quasi-empty cup and dumps his ice all over the counter. There is a commotion as the woman he had basically cut in front of also dumps something. The guy behind the counter..."Quirky Coffee Guy" as I like to call him, goes "Uhh, I thought you were going to throw that away". The Creeper responds with, "Um, yeah I was" and then walks away. Odd.

I swear he did it just to get close to that woman at the counter. Because let's face it. She was hot and wearing the kind of clothing more appropriate to go clubbing in than to sit in a bookstore all night, but you know, whatever. Ha.


Oh the things we see at our local bookshop.



And, why didn't anyone offer us a go at the Scrabble Tourney going on in the cafe??

I "awares" you about my weekend.


Hung out with my roommate Laura this weekend (Is it "roomate" or "roommate"? I think it's "roommate"...I could just as easily have googled it and saved us all the time, but oh well). Speaking of "google" my brother has decided he wants to invent/create something that turns into a verb...such as "I don't know, why don't you just google it?"I wouldn't mind getting a piece of some of that delicious pie. YUMM-O.

The highlight of this aforementioned weekend, besides running out for coffee, reading at Borders, watching a little too much of the Dog Whisperer, and my inability to make a decision at the Friendly's ice cream counter resulting in me walking away from this place without ANYTHING, was laughing our behinds off at the world around us. Not sure how we end up laughing so much. I think it comes from my lack of filtering my thoughts and her amazing ability to love the adventures she finds herself in when with me. It's really not a stretch to say that mundane trips to Target, for example, turn out to be ridiculous.


This reminds me of the time I went to Target with my friend Angel and I actually inquired about a guy that worked there. I saw him every single time I was there. He always checked me out. haha. By that I mean, he would actually scan my items at the register. His name was Jeremy and I decided to call him my "Target boyfriend" (like I am in an episode of Seinfield or something). We would pass some witty banter around. He would comment on all the things I was purchasing. We laughed about how his pens would always go missing. I mean, some really enjoyable conversations....And then one day...GONE! Just blows my mind. Where did he go? So, I asked and found out that my alleged boyfriend couldn't even tell me that he tossed the Target gig to work at a Food Lion.

Then one night, we (Angel and I) were shopping and he came in!! He was talking to a friend about how Food Lion pays better and thus the appeal of him quitting. It was refreshing to see his face again.

Wow, tangent.

Anywho, so it was a great weekend. i have fallen in love with Cesar Milan, the dog whisperer. Never really watched this show until I moved in with Laura. It's somewhat enjoyable actually. I enjoy how he speaks with his little accent. "I need to awares you about the dog's behavior"
"I rehabilitate dog and train the owner". So cute.

Ok, I am done writing.


ASTA PASTA.

I'M BAAAAAAAAACK!


Dear Friends,

I know you have missed my ramblings. It's true. Don't deny. All this blog is, ultimately, is an escape from reality for me. A way to process my life. And, to procrastinate doing the things I need to do on a daily basis; however, I enjoy writing. I believe it is theraputic. So here I am in aaaaaaalllllllll my craziness with all my adventures. So, in the words of the King of Cartoons from Pee-Wee Herman..."let the cartoons BEGIN"!!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qp7G18nQxvU
*Don't hate on the Pee-Wee, he is a creative genius*