Thursday, June 28, 2012

So You Think You Can Date?


In my futile, yet ongoing quest to find someone to go out with that isn't a creep, or a stalker, or a man trapped in a man's body, but longing to be a woman, or a cheater, or a dead-beat dad, or an asshole (Can I picke-em or what? My list is endless), I have now resorted to playing it safe and decided to live vicariously through my single friends' dating lives instead.  Tonight, I want to talk to you about Kendra.  Kendra is an intelligent, beautiful, sexy and charming woman.  She's got everything a man could ever want and more!  So why is she still single, you ask?  Good question.  I wish I had a good answer for you.  But I don't.  It's a great mystery.  Kind of like, when my family and friends, strangers even, ask me the exact same thing, "Why are you STILL single?" -except now they do it with a tinge of sadness in their voice.  Oh wait.  This is about Kendra.  My bad.  Ok, so Kendra is a hopeless romantic, she's never met a stranger, is not shy, will tell you exactly what she is feeling, when she is feeling it and why, and just totally rocks!  Recently, she decided to give the ol' dating roulette another whirl.  Her  victim prospect was a Scottish fellow she met on a dating site.  She gushed and giggled and was downright giddy from all of the emails being exchanged.  And this was only a few days in!  Well, their blooming tale, quickly moved to the "phone" stage and eventually, the" first date" stage.  And this is where the fun really began!  They decided (at his suggestion) to meet for lemonade and/or iced  tea and sit on the swing at a local eating establishment.  See, the fact that he suggested "lemonade and/or tea and then sit on a swing at a local restaurant", would have sent all kinds of red flags into my head.  But hey, that's just me.  So she goes on this date, they sit on the swing, outside, in the sweltering heat, and drink lemonade or iced tea (I forgot which), all the while engaging in a great conversation.  FIVE hours later, they are finishing up their "date", (and another pitcher of lemonade, no doubt!) when he asks for a second date, the following night.  She says yes, is super excited and goes on and on about how nice this date was.  Fast forward a few days later.  Kendra and I meet up to chat and she begins telling me about date number two, with Mr. Charming.  For this date, they went to a restaurant (again, at HIS urging) for dinner.  Not five minutes in, he tells her that he was going to ask her to accompany him to the Scottish Consulate's gala that the had been invited to, but that he just couldn't get past her annoying and very loud laugh.  Furthermore, her perfume smelled cheap.  He would, however, consider giving her a second chance if she promised him not to laugh like "that" and wear a different perfume the night of the gala.  Really.  He said that.  Out loud.  Kendra initially thought he was joking with her, but quickly realized he was serious. She did what any self-respecting woman would do in this case (no, no, not beat his ass), she ordered her dinner, drank her wine, spoke to him intelligently, and laughed, a lot, very, very, obnoxiously.  If he was going to accuse her of having an annoying laugh, who was she to disappoint the moron???  He had the audacity to ask her to stop the laughing or else he would get up and leave.  Now, isn't that rude? What a jerk! Kendra being, well, Kendra, looked him in the eye and told him in simple words, so he would understand, that she had never been treated so ugly in all her life and that clearly he was the one with the problem and perhaps he needed to look within himself to figure out what that problem was, otherwise, he was going to be on a lot of dating sites for a long, long, time.  And then SHE left.

Now I ask you, wtf was his problem? I've dated losers, idiots, scam artists, cheating liars, and the elusive, "great guy", and not one, has ever spoken to me like that or told me something so assinine in all of my dating life!  Seriously guys? This is what you resort to?  Good lord! No wonder we're still single!

Dating used to be fun.  A long time ago.  I think, I don't remember. I tend to weave fantasy with reality these days, when it comes to this subject.

What's a girl to do, I ask you!?

Monday, June 18, 2012

a little of this, a little of that...



i'm baaack!  not that i really left anywhere.  or that anyone actually noticed.  -or did you?  so did y'all miss me?  please lie to me and say you did? thanks! my "need for attention", appreciates it.  what's the good word?  what has everyone been doing? let's play catch-up, shall we?

on the writing front-  well the second novel is coming along.  it's time consuming, as you all well know. i've made a lot of progress, but it still needs a lot of work.  which is one of the reasons, i've been cutting back on my blogging time.  y'all understand right? i mean, rome wasn't built in a day and my best seller won't write itself.  i can't wait until it's finished so i can tell you all about it! my first novel, "...and then came you", is currently being thrust onto anyone that will consider publishing it.  really.  i've written, rewritten, edited, re-edited for over two years on that one.  it's as good as it will ever get.  so onward i go with trying to get that baby published!

on the partying like a rock-star front-  haven't been doing much of that lately.  i know, i know, shocking isn't it?  oh don't misunderstand, i still go out, just not every night.  :)  coincidentally,  i did have a friend feel the need to tell me that she thought i went out too much. ha!  jealous silly woman.  to her i say, "bite me!" and move on.  seriously  though, i've cut down on my wayward ways because i am concentrating on completing my novel and am determined to get the other book published in this lifetime sooner rather than later.  In other words, I'm taking care of business.

on the love front -  nothing to see here.  move along.  what? it's true! i'm giving mother theresa a run for her money! (if she had any, i mean!) see? now i'm probably going to get struck down by lightening or something for making a funny about a saint!  i need to go to confession.  not just for the aforementioned,  but because i've not been since holy week.  i like to go every couple of months.  unless of course, i sinned one of the BIG ones! anyway, where was i? oh yeah, my non-existent love life.  yeah well, is it wrong that i rather be at the gym than anywhere near a "date"?  i dunno.  i'm just not feeling the "dating" thing right now.  i've got too much on my mind, too many things i need to get done and trying to implement new challenges in my work-out regimen.  of course, if you're like any of my friends, i'm purposely making excuses not to go out, thus sabotaging any possibilities. i may have of meeting eligible hombres. (men for you non-spanish speaking folk)   to them, i also say, 'bite me!"  :)  maybe after i finish losing more weight or sell the novel, or finish the new novel... maybe.  it would be nice though, to have someone special to share my heart with. bleh! focus! focus, yvonne!  moving on...

on the friends front-  ever hear of the old addage, "keep your friends close but your enemies, closer" ?  yeah well, it's true.  in the past year and a half, life has taught me some very difficult and painful, painful,  lessons about "friends" and who is true and who is not.  despite all that went down, despite all of it, i am still hopeful. i am still true to not only myself, but all who extend a hand out to me, in the name of friendship. it's a a shame really, that some people, didn't have a clue.  oh well, their loss!

and that kids, is your catch-up recap.

your turn.

Friday, June 8, 2012

To The Moon!

The  Red Writing Hood prompt this week:.  Write up to 500 words, fiction or non-fiction, which includes the words, "to the moon."  Here is my attempt:

For Sydney

I hate when my parents fight.  Usually it's after they've both had one too many. It never fails, each time we have a get together at our house, big or small, the night always ends in my parents getting into a huge fight. Sometimes they are so loud and out of control that the neighbors call the police. I hate it so much! Alone in my room, I turn up the stereo to drown out their yelling. I turn on the tv and turn up the sound as loud as it will go, to drown out their voices. And I sit in the middle of my bed, cross-legged, eyes closed and dreaming of anywhere but here. Being fourteen should not suck this bad!  Suddenly I feel someone's hand on my face. I open my eyes and see that it's my mom. "What are you doing? What's wrong with you?" And then my father appears, "Turn this noise off! You crazy or somethin?" He says in his broken English.  Both of them are visibly intoxicated. My mom's look of concern makes me want to throw up! She gives me a kiss on the cheek and I can smell the vodka on her breath.

"Sydney, is everything alright? You're acting crazy." says my mom to me.

"Really mom? You think something is wrong with ME? I'M acting crazy? You and dad are the ones yelling like idiots and throwing stuff everywhere, but you think something is wrong with ME?"

"Did you just call us idiots?" my dad asks, well, yells it out is more like it. Because obviously me calling them a name is far more  important than how I am feeling, right? Of course.

I ignore him and tell both of them to get out of my room and to shut the door on their way out, please and thank you!

They glare at me for a minute but in the end, they do as I say. Instantly, I'm back in my escape. I get up to lock the door. Turn the tv back on, but this time mute the sound, turn the music back on, but not as loud as before, and I resume my position on the bed. Only this time, I sit closer to the window.  It's almost midnight.  I lift the curtain a little, enough to catch a glimpse of the night sky.  It's a clear night.  There are a lot of stars out.  And then I see it.  Standing so proudly, so bold, so bright.  Even through the naked eye, it appears far, but not unreachable.  I bet no one yells up there!  And that's when I decided that I on my summer vacation, I would go to the moon.


Tuesday, June 5, 2012

the matter of trust

it's not very common for me to open up and let you into my "circle".  although, from reading my blog, you'd think it was the complete opposite right? i'm kind of an open book out here in cyberland.  but in all honesty, i'm a very shy and quiet person.  stop laughing.  it's true!  when i meet someone, anyone, be it a coworker, or a friend or a relative or a complete stranger even, i always have my guard up.  it's a common thing.  we don't know who everyone is, we're not familiar with them, so we put our walls up.  a defense mechanism that helps shield us from pain and sorrow.  well, sometimes we let people get through those walls.  get into our "safe haven" and break those barriers down.  there are a handful of people in my life, that have seen me bare.  no, not nekkid.  get your mind out of the gutter, you freaks! that's a different post for another time.  what i mean is, they've seen my soul.  there is pretty much nothing that they do not know about me.  and the same for them, with me.  well, what happens when that one person who you counted on, and believed in, and trusted blindly, lets you down?  i'm not talking, let's you down in the sense of forgetting a birthday, or dinner plans, or anything like that.  i'm talking about when that one person that you held in the highest regard, doesn't trust you.  believes second and third parties, takes their word over yours, without so much as a, "wtf is going on?" from them.  almost nine months ago, i lost a friendship that i cherished. for the longest time i mourned the demise.  for months and months i wondered and wondered and wondered, what i had done wrong, what had happened to make this person just cast me aside. well, i finally got all the answers (and then some) i was looking for.  over the weekend, through sheer chance, circumstance, divine intervention, God's wacky sense of humor, -take your pick, i learned the reason(s) that led up to the end of that relationship.  and let me tell you something, knowing now, versus almost a year ago, does not lessen the pain that i feel.  on the contrary, it only exacerbates it.  because now i'm angry and i want revenge. and i want to yell and scream and do all kinds of hateful things to this person.  i want him to hurt just as much as his actions or inactions, hurt me.  it comes down to the fact that this person, who professed to care for me, who professed to be my best friend, was a big phony.  he didn't trust me.  he took someone else's words and believed them. never stopping or bothering to find out the truth.  the truth. heh. all of this makes me want to crawl back into myself and not come out. and not trust anyone.  because it's not worth it.  really.  it just isn't.  

sigh.

lucky for him, i am not a vindictive person.  as much as i want to be, i'm not.  karma will take care of that fool, tenfold.  THAT i know!  in the meantime, i've got to figure out how not to become jaded.  i do not want to be that girl.  and i want to be able to give without wondering each time if everyone has ulterior motives.  that's just not who i am.  but i can certainly  see myself becoming this way.

bleh.  live and learn and live and learn.  isn't that what it's all about anyway?  

you know what else sucks? i totally thought it was wednesday night and i was getting all giddy that in a few hours it would be thursday.  ugh!!!! imagine my disappointment when i realized it's still, only tuesday.  

alright.  that's what's happening in yvonne's world -right now anyway.  tune in tomorrow. no particular reason why, just tune in, ok? please? i'm needy like that.

be good kids.  me and my broken heart are going to go sleep our sorrows away.