Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
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
Say you were out in a bar on a random Monday, and you met a lovely young lady, and she had her beer goggles sufficiently affixed enough to actually give you her phone number, and you don’t actually know anything about her other than how old she is and what she does for a living. … Continue reading RHS #16 – Wear Your Own Skin, and Wear it Well
Here’s another totally ridiculous neurosis of mine – one that puts the ‘ridiculous’ in the ridiculously high standards. Thing is, every now and again I get into a funk (shocker, I know!). I am in a foul mood for no discernable reason, and I’m just fed up with people and life in general. The truth … Continue reading RHS #15 – Moody
This one’s for me. A reminder not to break my own rules – they’re there for a reason! So my minor meltdown the other week was a direct result of breaking my own rule. I had been dating someone a while back, and while things didn’t work out, we agreed to be friends. We did … Continue reading RHS #14 – Never Go Back, A Handy Guide for Avoiding Heartache
This is a quickie, but I have a huge pet-peeve with people who misuse words and language. I physically want to claw my eardrums out whenever I hear people use the words irregardless or orientate – yes, they’re recognized on dictionary.com as “slang versions” of regardless or orient, but it doesn’t mean it’s correct or … Continue reading RHS #13 – Use your words, unless you don’t know them, then don’t.
One of my biggest pet peeves about first dates is the frequency with which guys tend to choose restaurants based on seemingly a wish and a prayer, and have no idea what they’re in store for – both in terms of their dining experience and the financial hit they’re about to take. Now I’m all … Continue reading RHS #12 – Do Your Homework & Pony Up
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
Have you ever had a moment where you think perhaps someone was born without that special filter? The one that stops them from saying everything they’re thinking OUT LOUD? Well I had a date with Mr. Filter-Challenged not too long ago. Our brief conversations up until that fateful night had a bit of sexual innuendo … Continue reading RHS #11 – Inside voice and Outside Voice
Although I haven’t had much time to date lately, I still continue to torture myself by connecting with people from lavalife. I’ve been exchanging emails with one gentleman who seems like he’d at least be interesting company. After a week and about 6 messages back and forth, I finally suggested in my most recent correspondance … Continue reading Don’t Talk to Strangers
When oh when will I learn. Never date someone who has read your blog – unless they are a blogger themselves and understand the medium. And even then beware. BUT ESPECIALLY NEVER DATE SOMEONE WHO’S READ YOUR BLOG WHO DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THE MEDIUM. I met someone a little while back, and we casually chatted for … Continue reading Ridiculously High Standard #10 – I am not the sum of my blog posts
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
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
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!”
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
I am sick of being the Turnaround Girlâ„¢. What is the Turnaround Girlâ„¢ you ask? She’s the one who is a really fantastic catch herself, and seems to end up with nothing but idiots. This is because of her innate ability to make her partner feel fabulous about himself, and in return, he turns into … Continue reading Ridiculously High Standard #7