Happy New Year: Resolution 1

It seems that I might come back to blogging every time that I join back on match.com. I am predictable.

Here is an e-mail that I sen to my friends on January 3.

Hi Ladies!

I've told most of you that my first resolution this year is to have a more open, positive and realistic attitude towards dating. I rejoined match.com, revamped my profile and have been talking to some guys over the last few weeks. I went on my first match date last night.

Here are some thoughts:

1- Sunday night is a TERRIBLE time for a date

2- Sunday night after a week and a half off, the night before I have to join the working world again is a REALLY, REALLY, TERRIBLE time for a date

3- 5'10 is always a lie.

I emailed with the guy a few times. I liked his emails. He was really nice, we talked on the phone twice. I enjoyed our conversations. We decided to meet at 8 30 on Sunday at the Dupont South metro entrance. He had warned me that he tends to run late and then he called me to say that he was on his way, but would probably be a few minutes late. However, I'm me, and had to show up on time. So, I was cold and waiting, and it was Sunday night and I had just had to get ready for a date...at 8 30... on a Sunday. So, he comes up the escalator and I knew right away it was him, which is good because it means: 1) that his photos weren't from high school and 2) you really can recognize people from photos. The date itself was fine. We ended up at a sushi place, ordered a few rolls and hung out. They obviously wanted to close so it wasn't the best chatting atmosphere, but he was nice, the getting to know you was fine. He was a little bit sick, so that wasn't awesome. We split the check and I was walking home at 10. Currently, I'm not attracted to him, but it's worth a second date. I mean, why not? That's the whole thing with the better attitude. There was nothing bad about the date other than I wasn't really feeling it.

So, if he calls again, I'll definitely meet up for a drink, maybe a happy hour type situation would be the most fun.

Lesson learned: no more Sunday dates after 3 in the afternoon, and probably not then either. That's prime napping time.

I'm talking to two other guys who are both funny and nice, so I hope to go out with them soon and see if anyone is actually 5'10.

A Funny Story or the Story of my Life.

This weekend one of my friend's was having a Preakness party. It had all of my favorite things: horse race, mint juleps, food, fun people, sunshine. There were lots of people there, my least fav person who was prattling on and on about random stuff that I didn't care about. Another friend and her husband who I was excited to get to know were there. There was a boy there too, my friend's brother-in-law. He was a cutie and the main cook of the evening. I might have been a bit smitten. I was meeting someone. at. a. party! He was related to someone I think of as one of the nicest people ever. He was great. Oh, but he lives across the country and is just visiting. Well, bummer, at least he's cute and has good manners.

The next day I shoot off an email to my hostess thanking her for the lovely party. She wrote back and said that her mother-in-law thought I was just so adorable. Well, that's not who I was going for thinking that I was adorable, but you know, I'll take it. Party= Success.

Match.not.

Dating is such a weird thing. I've been trying the whole match.com thing. I thought that it would be a good way to meet guys and have some fun dates. "Hey! All the cool kids are doing it,"I thought. All these dates do are make me realize that: 1. Just because I think they can write a good e-mail and hold a conversation on the phone does not mean I want to date them. 2. I'm picky.

I judged so many of my friends after they said that they went on many first dates and no real second dates. I thought that they weren't giving these guys a real chance. They were judging these guys too quickly. Here's the thing, if you meet someone and you feel nothing, absolutely nothing for a guy-- why keep up a charade?

I've learned a lot about myself in the process. I know that I need someone who can keep up with me, someone who feeds off the energy of other people, someone who is silly and someone who can make me laugh and not in the uncomfortable "har-de-har-har" way.

I'm back!

Well, I took a break from blogging. It has almost been a year and now I'm ready to come back. Lately, I've had so many thoughts, stories, ideas that I've wanted to come back and share. So, here I am and here's my update.

In June, I moved to DC into an apartment the size of a shoebox in a very trendy part of town. I gave up things like a yard, a bedroom and a parking space for restaurants all around, friends within walking distances, coffee shops, more of a social life and a great job opportunity. It's a great new adventure.

I love that when it's a nice afternoon, I just have to walk around the corner and I can sit outside in a restaurant and meet my friends as well as have neighbors stop by for a chat. I don't have to drive home; I just have to walk a few blocks home.

I'm settled. I'm happy. I've missed you.