Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
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
Shortly after I finished ranting and raving at one of my best friends the other day, he looked me dead in the eyes and said: You are such a GIRL. Have I taught you NOTHING? It was just the kick in the teeth I needed to finally make me realize what a chump I am … Continue reading The Apathy has Taken Over Me
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.)
Continue reading “Ridiculously High Standard #8: Please don’t have crazy friends!”
Ok, so here’s the dirt. I’ve been seeing a guy for a couple months. We met on Lavalife at the end of May, and met in person in early June. We hit it off pretty well from the get-go. And the whole experience has reminded me that even more than car shopping, I LOATHE the … Continue reading The One About the Guy
Damn. It’s like This Fish has a probe in my brain or something – lately she seems to post the most oddly relevant things. And puts them into words so much more beautiful that I could ever hope to write. What do I mean to you? It’s not something we’re cool about asking each other. … Continue reading Thiiiiiiiiiiiiis Much
In addition to all the regular stuff I do all of the time (eat, sleep, work, work out, be social, clean house, have crazy roommate, try not to go crazy myself) – I figured “self, that’s not nearly enough challenge! Let’s add something new!” But one new thing isn’t insane enough, so lets add two! … Continue reading Riding in Cars with Boys
Another ridiculously high standard brought on by one of my many dating disasters? I wish. I guess if I could pick something… perhaps try not to give your date a nosebleed? Truth is though, Ridiculously High Standards tend to fly right out the damn window when you’re smitten. Please send help. And common sense. ASAP. Continue reading Ridiculously High Standard #6