Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
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
This particular Ridiculously High Standard has been just waiting to be written about. I figured it was about damn time I put it down on… uh… paper? website? Whatever. This one is about the GEEK WALK. I can not bear to be with someone who walks the geek walk. The first time I encountered it … Continue reading RHS #5 – Walk the Walk
A little while back, as I was lamenting about another attempt at love (or at least like) gone terribly wrong, Darren Barefoot asked what is my physical type anyway?
It took a lot of thought to actually figure this out, because I don’t typically think a whole lot about why I’m attracted to the guys I am, I just take it for granted that I don’t find them repulsive, and hope their personalities don’t send me running for the hills. But I figure I’ll give it a shot and give a head to toe rundown of what I like to see in a man.
Have you ever wondered why I’ve called this series “Ridiculously High Standards” instead of something less foreboding? It’s because breaching one of these without a strong backup of coolness factor can very likely put the nail into the relationship coffin as far as I’m concerned. As I’ve said already, I’m totally willing and usually more … Continue reading Ridiculously High Standards – Implications
I can’t call this one ridiculously high – it’s just a standard, plain and simple. Be on time. I was supposed to have a date tonight. We were to meet in front of the bar near my house, then have a couple drinks. I was on time. I waited 15 minutes. I left. I may … Continue reading Standard #4
I think it’s high time for another ridiculously high standard? Don’t you? Continue reading Ridiculously High Standard #3
Flowers. Dangerous ground. Flowers on a blind date = bad idea. First of all, if I’m going on a blind date, 99% of the time I’ll insist on meeting the guy somewhere – who knows what kind of crazy person they could end up being, and I don’t want the crazies knowing exactly where I … Continue reading Ridiculously High Standard #2
I’ve decided to suck it up and add categories to the blog. The only reason they hadn’t been here earlier is sheer laziness, so I’ll try them for a while and see how it goes. It was brought up in conversation the other day that there’s a preconceived notion among some male-folk I know that … Continue reading Categorically Speaking
With my fingers in her hair… hand holding the back of her head… as she fights back just a little.. her eyes locked on mine, and mine on hers … both of us thinking “$&%#ing challenge me!” Just a little tidbit that I found floating around the blogosphere when I should be sleeping but can’t. … Continue reading What a Girl Wants