Trigger

I have recently discovered that if someone says “you’re such a great catch” (occasionally preceeded by “I don’t know why you’re single, because…) I am likely to be overcome with an insatiable urge to cause them bodily harm. That is all. Carry on. Continue reading Trigger

The Drop Off

Ever since reading He’s Just Not That Into You I’ve been pretty blase about guys who don’t call back. Virtually everyone I’ve dated in the past year has just “stopped calling” at some point (a few because I ripped them apart on the world wide web and they took the hint), and it was all … Continue reading The Drop Off

Tire Biter?

This one’s for the boys. Hear that boys? I have a problem! This is where you solve it in the comments! Isn’t that what your species does when us wimmens complain? Ok, hop to it… In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a girl. The other thing you may not have noticed is that I like … Continue reading Tire Biter?

Buzzing

Thank you my babies! You’re all lovely and wonderful and I know you’re all with me when it counts! Between a good cry, a good sleep, and all of your supportive comments and emails, I feel a frillion times better. I would like to give each of you kisses and diamonds and hundreds of hundred … Continue reading Buzzing

Splat

I just did something monumentally stupid. I told a friend that I love him. That Way Goodbye Friendship, Hello Rejection! I really don’t make a habit of doing this. While I’ll sometimes have revolving crushes on friends and acquaintances, they usually fade pretty quickly. I’ve never felt strongly enough about anyone to put a friendship … Continue reading Splat

One Degree

Vancouver is a small, small city. I went out on a date with another someone from Lavalife this past weekend, and it turns out he’s a recent ex of a local blogger I “know.” Not that we know eachother offline at all, but we’ve been reading, and occasionally commenting on eachother’s blogs for the better … Continue reading One Degree

Full of Shit

Remember a while back, when I talked about my physical type? And that part where I said all of those were negotiable, and don’t really matter? I think I lied. Because as much as I may get along with guys of all shapes, sizes and colours, a pair of big chocolate coloured eyes, on a … Continue reading Full of Shit

Ridiculously High Standard #9: Don’t Prented to Be Something You’re Not

The major reason for the spontaneous combustion of the not-quite-relationship I just got out of, was the gross misrepresentation on the part of the guy (let’s call him Mike, cuz that’s his name, and I told you that already) about exactly who he is and what he’s about. Let’s just say that when we discussed … Continue reading Ridiculously High Standard #9: Don’t Prented to Be Something You’re Not

Ridiculously High Standard #8: Please don’t have crazy friends!

After last night’s Foo Fighters concert, new guy and I met up for a quick minute with a good friend of his (we had been holding their stuff as we were in the stands and they were on the standing only floor). It was like a page out of the soap-opera bar-star days all over again. Very odd. Very disconcerting. (More after the jump if your feed isn’t indicating that.)
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