Dating and Technology

I went on a blind date recently. Nice enough guy, not typically who I go for and I usually can overlook this. Here's the problem.

Me: I'll text you sometime.
Him: Sorry, I don't text.

Ladies and gentleman, I think I found the man who still lives in the early 2000s.

I'll admit it, I'm techie shallow. I can overlook the fact he's a little naive in the dating world and that he's a single dad and a perfectly nice man.

Texting is a whole different story. I mean, I can't make outside phone calls at work. I don't even make plans by calling anymore. Since the smartphone age, I've been planning events and dates from my phone from simple Texting to creating invites from an iPhone app. If I really wanted to, I can sign up for a dating site from my phone during lunch.

But actual calling? I only do that for job interviews and emergencies or if I really need to talk to my bff. I'll call my mother every once in a while, but even then she prefers Texting.

I know I'm wrong in this, but I can't call to chit chat with dates anymore. I'm a techie kind of girl and that's who I'll be for a while. Step up or step off. Just make sure you text first.

Love is...

Someone said that love is just a chemical reaction. I agree.

I was perfectly fine, cold and rain and all. That was until I saw one of my first loves whom I haven't seen in 12 years. My heart went pitter patter.

It kinda sucked and now I'm eating a tub of ice cream. Ugh.


XOXO

Rangers. World Series. Wow.

Is A-Rod gonna cry? Sure looks like it!!

Texas Ranger Prayer

Our Nolan, who art in the stands, hallowed be thy name. Thy Rangers come, thy will be done, to score against the Yankees as they play. Give us this day, our awesome Hamilton play, and forgive the fake Yankee fans who just suck as we give a Ventura sized ass whooping for those who trespass us. And lead us to a win. AMEN!!

RANGERS!!!

I've Been An Asshole

Yes, I know it's been almost a full month since my last post. What can I say? I'm a busy girl! Ha! In all honesty, I used to be able to write these things everyday. Maybe my life was a soap opera back then? I don't know. All I know is I'm pretty much a boring asshole as of late.

Where should I start? Hmmmm... Ranger baseball is my obsession. There. I said it. I pretty much kept this quiet for the past 20... 22 years? Don't know why. Apparently, guys like a girl who loves sports. But yeah, I've been going to games this past year with a few people (one that I will talk about a little bit later) and they have been fun, win or lose. I just pray they win Tuesday with another battle of the badass pitchers, but we all know Lee > Price.

Also took that Foreign Service exam last Monday. Not too bad, but the essay portion was way too short. I hope I did okay anyway. On to writing this essay for my teaching alternative application.

Love life? Non-existent, but you wouldn't know it if I text and email you constantly. Who the hell talks face to face anymore? I'm having to deal with that right now. He won't tell me over the phone or text, but he said it's a good thing. My stomach hurts in anticipation. Also, why would a guy send me his number with the subject of "drunk text" and he has a fiancee? Makes no sense. I give up.

I'm hoping to see one or two of my bffs this week. One later tonight and one at the fair. I miss my girls!!

Until next time.

Trying to Salvage

Tonight, I thought of him again. I don't want to, but he crept in my mind. I know this is going to be an ongoing topic, considering it took up most of my 20s.

With just a little less than 6 months left of my 20s, I'm trying to salvage them. I know, I really should just have fun, but I feel like I really need to live now. Just recreate them the way it should have been done.

I don't know.

A Letter

Dear you,

I don't know why you insist on trying to text me. Didn't our last conversation ended in me calling you a jackass? I still stand by that statement.

Please don't text me again. If you do, I'll just ignore it. I don't like to be associated with self centered jackasses.

Thank you.


XOXO