It's party season, people. And although some of them have been on my calendar for months (see you this weekend, girls!), some are still trickling in. I got a message from a friend from college the other day inviting me to a Christmas party that he and his girlfriend are throwing at their new apartment. Nothing formal, just a few people who graduated from the same program. Sounds good, huh?
Here's what the guest list looked like:
-- Cute newlywed couple #1
-- Getting-married-any-time-now Couple
-- Cute newlywed couple #2
-- Been-together-as-long-as-anyone-can-remember Couple
-- Me
Niiiice.
Don't get me wrong, I'm totally used to being the only single one when I get together with my friends, but something about seeing it all written out for me kinda stung.
11.30.2007
11.26.2007
Miss Independent
I'll be the first to admit that, being a perennial dater, I'm not technically qualified to pass judgment on "serious relationships" or those who are in "serious relationships." But as more and more people around me settle into them, I find myself wondering what I'd be like in a serious relationship. If I'd be able to maintain a balance between being in a relationship and keeping the independence of I have now.
I think that some girls have a hard time finding that happy medium between the "With him every minute, I'll die if I go a day (or an hour...) without talking to him" and the "Boyfriend? Who needs him?" Does being in a serious relationship mean you lose the independence you had when you were single? The ability to run your own errands, take care of your own oil changes, pay for your own meals? I think there's something to be said for a girl who can take care of herself. Financially support herself. Kill her own spiders and change her own headlight. In fact, these are all things that I personally pride myself on. And things that I hope I wouldn't sacrifice, abandon or lose sight of in a relationship.
I have this reoccurring dream about my wedding day. The details usually change, but the gist of it stays the same: In each dream, the thought of actually going through with the wedding fills me with dread. I kid you not -- dread. Yeah, I have issues. I'm admittedly commitment-phobic. But, in the dreams, that's not where the dread comes from. The dread comes from the thought of giving up my independence, my alone time, my girl time, like I've seen so many other girls do.
My sister told me the other day that she doesn't "really ever see me getting married," and perhaps this is why. I know there's such a thing being too independent. But I've never been one to change who I am for anyone. And it that case, single (and INDEPENDENT...and FABULOUS!) is a-okay by me.
I think that some girls have a hard time finding that happy medium between the "With him every minute, I'll die if I go a day (or an hour...) without talking to him" and the "Boyfriend? Who needs him?" Does being in a serious relationship mean you lose the independence you had when you were single? The ability to run your own errands, take care of your own oil changes, pay for your own meals? I think there's something to be said for a girl who can take care of herself. Financially support herself. Kill her own spiders and change her own headlight. In fact, these are all things that I personally pride myself on. And things that I hope I wouldn't sacrifice, abandon or lose sight of in a relationship.
I have this reoccurring dream about my wedding day. The details usually change, but the gist of it stays the same: In each dream, the thought of actually going through with the wedding fills me with dread. I kid you not -- dread. Yeah, I have issues. I'm admittedly commitment-phobic. But, in the dreams, that's not where the dread comes from. The dread comes from the thought of giving up my independence, my alone time, my girl time, like I've seen so many other girls do.
My sister told me the other day that she doesn't "really ever see me getting married," and perhaps this is why. I know there's such a thing being too independent. But I've never been one to change who I am for anyone. And it that case, single (and INDEPENDENT...and FABULOUS!) is a-okay by me.
11.19.2007
Aaaaand we're walking
Before I get too far into this, I have to say that I'm aware that November (especially this cold, damp Seattle November) isn't the best time to walk, and even I will opt for my warm car instead of a dripping umbrella any day. But, as a city chick, I greatly appreciate when most things I need are within walking distance of my apartment. In fact, this has been the number one requirement when choosing my last two rentals.
That said, I was excited to stumble upon WalkScore.com, a site that rates the walkability of any neighborhood. All you have to do is put in your address, and WalkScore will not only rank your 'hood's walkability, it will also provide yellow page listings (combined with Yelp reviews, in some cases) for walkable businesses and services in several different categories.
According to WalkScore, my address scores an 85 out of 100 for walkability. And I'm pretty sure I've taken full advantage of that...walking down to the corner deli when I forgot to buy milk at the grocery store, running around the corner for some takeout when I just don't feel like cooking (which, let's be honest, is most of the time), etc.
And did I mention the ability to stumble home from the bars in lieu of hailing a cab? That's worth an 85 out of 100 right there...
That said, I was excited to stumble upon WalkScore.com, a site that rates the walkability of any neighborhood. All you have to do is put in your address, and WalkScore will not only rank your 'hood's walkability, it will also provide yellow page listings (combined with Yelp reviews, in some cases) for walkable businesses and services in several different categories.
According to WalkScore, my address scores an 85 out of 100 for walkability. And I'm pretty sure I've taken full advantage of that...walking down to the corner deli when I forgot to buy milk at the grocery store, running around the corner for some takeout when I just don't feel like cooking (which, let's be honest, is most of the time), etc.
And did I mention the ability to stumble home from the bars in lieu of hailing a cab? That's worth an 85 out of 100 right there...
11.15.2007
My new favorite pickup line
I've never been a fan of pickup lines, but every once in a while one comes along that at least makes me smirk. This one made me full out chuckle. I can't take credit for it, though. I happened upon this gem while clicking through People.com's Sexiest Men Alive photos (yes, yes...a guilty pleasure), so credit goes to Brothers & Sisters' Dave Annable:
Dave: "Excuse me, how much do you think a polar bear weighs?"
Really-freakin-lucky Girl: "I don’t know."
Dave: "Let's just say it's enough to break the ice. I'm Dave, how are you?"
Genius? Or is it just me?
Oh, and Dave? Feel free to use that line on me any time...
Dave: "Excuse me, how much do you think a polar bear weighs?"
Really-freakin-lucky Girl: "I don’t know."
Dave: "Let's just say it's enough to break the ice. I'm Dave, how are you?"
Genius? Or is it just me?
Oh, and Dave? Feel free to use that line on me any time...
11.14.2007
The best compliment I've ever received
"I could marry you someday."
Five years have past, but I know that I'm still your number one girl. And I know you need to get the normal 25-year-old-boy things out of your system before you're ready to respect someone as much as I know you respect me.
It's OK. Just knowing that makes it OK.
Maybe we'll never make it. Maybe we will. Regardless, you're my "backup" and I'm yours, and we'll always be able to laugh about it, right? Because it's funny that, to us, the idea of a backup has a slightly deeper meaning.
Five years have past, but I know that I'm still your number one girl. And I know you need to get the normal 25-year-old-boy things out of your system before you're ready to respect someone as much as I know you respect me.
It's OK. Just knowing that makes it OK.
Maybe we'll never make it. Maybe we will. Regardless, you're my "backup" and I'm yours, and we'll always be able to laugh about it, right? Because it's funny that, to us, the idea of a backup has a slightly deeper meaning.
11.13.2007
Oh, the offseason
When I started this blog, I said that I'd use the space to write about life, dating, random pleasantries and...baseball. So every once in a while, you'll see a baseball-related post here. Read it, or scroll right through to get to the next. Your choice. I'm a baseball nut and, being from Seattle, a forever-loyal Mariners fan. I've got opinions and I can hold my own in a conversation with any guy.
*TANGENT ALERT*
Two of my very good guy friends told me a while back that I should refrain from "talking baseball" when I first meet a man. They said it's intimidating for a guy and, should our conversation extend beyond our first meeting, will send me flying into the Friend Zone at warp speed. To any guys who might happen to stumble across this blog: Is this true? If so, please explain.
OK. Back to our regularly scheduled programming...
The Mariners announced at the beginning of November that they were refusing the option on Jose Guillen, a VERY important member of the 2007 club both on the field and off (former penchant for human-growth-hormones regardless). If you're interested, you can read about all the nitty gritty details here, but basically what it comes down to is that Guillen wanted a multi-year contract and Seattle management decided they'd rather spend that money on pitching. And boy do we need pitching. But I can't help but feel a sense of dread about next season when I think about the loss of Guillen's RBIs (he had 99 in 2007) and the assumption by the Ms brass that Richie Sexon (dud) and Adam Jones (rookie) can fill the void.
Really, Bill Bavasi? Reeeeally? Do you know what the free agent market will look like this winter for starting pitchers? Do you? Was it worth giving up a clubhouse leader and, more importantly, a major run producer for one of the mediocre, middle-of-the-rotation arms that are available this year? Was it?
I guess only time will tell. But until then, I'll try hard to keep my traditionally optimistic attitude about the Mariners intact, keep an eye on trade rumors (Santana or Willis, please!) and maybe even smirk when John, Dave, Art, Geoff, Larry and the rest of the media world start throwing around the H-word (hotseat) again with regard to Bavasi...
*TANGENT ALERT*
Two of my very good guy friends told me a while back that I should refrain from "talking baseball" when I first meet a man. They said it's intimidating for a guy and, should our conversation extend beyond our first meeting, will send me flying into the Friend Zone at warp speed. To any guys who might happen to stumble across this blog: Is this true? If so, please explain.
OK. Back to our regularly scheduled programming...
The Mariners announced at the beginning of November that they were refusing the option on Jose Guillen, a VERY important member of the 2007 club both on the field and off (former penchant for human-growth-hormones regardless). If you're interested, you can read about all the nitty gritty details here, but basically what it comes down to is that Guillen wanted a multi-year contract and Seattle management decided they'd rather spend that money on pitching. And boy do we need pitching. But I can't help but feel a sense of dread about next season when I think about the loss of Guillen's RBIs (he had 99 in 2007) and the assumption by the Ms brass that Richie Sexon (dud) and Adam Jones (rookie) can fill the void.
Really, Bill Bavasi? Reeeeally? Do you know what the free agent market will look like this winter for starting pitchers? Do you? Was it worth giving up a clubhouse leader and, more importantly, a major run producer for one of the mediocre, middle-of-the-rotation arms that are available this year? Was it?
I guess only time will tell. But until then, I'll try hard to keep my traditionally optimistic attitude about the Mariners intact, keep an eye on trade rumors (Santana or Willis, please!) and maybe even smirk when John, Dave, Art, Geoff, Larry and the rest of the media world start throwing around the H-word (hotseat) again with regard to Bavasi...
11.02.2007
Procrastination
I AM A PROCRASTINATOR.
There. I said it.
But it gets worse. Not only do I physically procrastinate, I mentally procrastinate. And I think mentally procrastinating is far worse than physically procrastinating. I think I've got a real knack for mentally procrastinating, too, which sucks for me. It's way too easy for me to just push things to the back of my mind instead of dealing with them.
I think I get it from my Dad. He's a mental procrastinator of the worst kind, and it's cost him a lot of things in his life. His marriage, his home, a few jobs... And I don't want that to happen to me. But I'm mentally procrastinating figuring out how to fix it.
It's a vicious circle.
There. I said it.
But it gets worse. Not only do I physically procrastinate, I mentally procrastinate. And I think mentally procrastinating is far worse than physically procrastinating. I think I've got a real knack for mentally procrastinating, too, which sucks for me. It's way too easy for me to just push things to the back of my mind instead of dealing with them.
I think I get it from my Dad. He's a mental procrastinator of the worst kind, and it's cost him a lot of things in his life. His marriage, his home, a few jobs... And I don't want that to happen to me. But I'm mentally procrastinating figuring out how to fix it.
It's a vicious circle.
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