I had a Yada, Yada, Yada

I arrived at 7:20, he arrived just after 7:30. We finished our drinks at the bar, moved to a table. I had the tilapia, yada, yada, yada I was in the car going home at 8:55. The best part...not the tilapia...but probably the first drink (that I bought because I was there early.)

Well....first date. Ehhh.... He was nice. But, not as tall as he claimed (I hate that...I don't like short men)....and quite frankly...too old. Nice, but we're on different mindsets. He's thinking of retiring in 10 years, I'm just getting started. He also mentioned A LOT of different dates he'd been on off of Match. I'm thinking (thanks to my sister's insight) he's a serial dater. Dates anyone he can. But, all in all, I went. It wasn't horrible...but, not great. Hopefully it will get the ball rolling for more dates in the future...just not with him. I think I'm going to wait to actively look for a boyfriend until I move. If a date comes up, I may go...but, we'll see. Quite frankly I realize...I'm pretty happy doing my own thing. (It's just when I watch those sappy, romantic comedies that I want a boyfriend. Like today after watching Wimbledon I want a British, tennis-star boyfriend.)

Memorial Day party today so I must get showered and await my guests!!

Blah, blah, blahs

So I have a date tonight....with "old guy." I don't know why, but I'm soooo not excited. It's almost like anxiety of not wanting to go is making me sick. I have a headache. My neck hurts. My leg fell off. You get the point.

I'm going....but unwillingly. Why? I don't know. Maybe I have the "blahs." (Thanks Jay for coining the term...I'm taking over the symtoms.)

And, I'm complaining....you may say, "Weren't you just bitching about not having a date?" Yes. "Are you complaining now that you do have a date?" Yes. I'm fickle. I'm a bitch. I know. I don't know...maybe it'll be good. We'll see. Old guy says, "I think I'm excited." I reply back with....well, nothing. I didn't reply at all. I know...I'm a bitch. But, that's what makes me cute, right?

I'll post you tonight.

Gypsy Cafe and Gypsies

The girls went to the Gypsy Cafe in the Southside tonight. EXCELLENT!!! It's a mid-eastern influenced restaurant with a really cool atmosphere (purples, reds gypsy-esque) and the food was soooo good. For $20 (on Sundays only, I think) you can get their Prix Frix (sp?) menu. A choice of roasted red pepper, garlic or scallion hummus with pita, choice of two soups (lemon rice with asparagus and something else) or house salad with homemade dressing or tabouleh (sp?) and a choice of entree-scallion gnoccis, leg of lamb with garlic mash, portabella scampi with shrimp over pasta or scallops over couscous with roasted veggies. I had the portabella as did Renee and Shonda. Danni had the scallops. Everything was wonderful, priced great and great portion size. BYOB place with a $5 corking fee. Of course we brought a big bottle...(thanks Renee, next time it's on me.) The conversation was good as always....and they had a woman reading Tarot cards. Yes, of course I had my cards read.

****It's been a looooongg time since I've indulged in the "other world" stuff, so I felt like I deserved it.

For $15 I had an excellent reading. (I know you probably think I'm crazy but I love this shit and I believe that there are people out there that "know.") Anyway...she told me what I needed to know-aka what I know, but don't want to face-and a few other tidbits of interesting things. All in all...good reading, and it motivated me to do the things I've been avoiding.

I have a few other ideas for some fun blogs, but tonight I'm just too tired. Four hours of yardwork, good dinner conversation and the reading just tuckered me out.

I TRIED to call out the serial commenter on my blog, but apparently he is afraid to respond. Way to be!

****One more thing on his comments....as far as my "Seinfeldian" outlook. Sorry, honey. Wasn't a fan of Seinfeld ...SATC, maybe. Maybe I'm just that brilliant and should write my own sitcom then. hehehehhh...Since I'm soooo perfect.

Alright...off to bed. Goooooodniiiightt....

NYC Weekend

Great weekend. Perfect weather. The walk was really amazing. And, of course...the company was perfect as usual.

Got there Friday night...great time with very little traffic. Dan broke me in on his Christina Aguilera beer bowling table. Katie (roomate) came in with Erica and Chachi-(love that name.) We drank too much, laughed too much and learned how to hook up Dan's iPod to the karaoke machine. It was a blast. "I believe in a thing called love..." It's funny...when a microphone is in your hand, you're almost guaranteed to talk into it when asked a question or commenting. Very fun.

Saturday Dan and I met Robin and Jay for brunch. Very tasty. Finally met Jay...likewise...it's nice to put a face with words. Thanks for the prizes. I just ate two pieces of the candy and the Mr. T In Your Pocket has been hours of fun. Neville doesn't like it too much, but I'm getting a kick out of it. Dan and I layed in the park and watch a gazillion cute babies and families. Times like that I think, awe...I want a boyfriend/husband/family. Then I got stung by a bee. Good thing though, as I squeezed out the stinger to find...I'm not that allergic anymore. It just swelled a little. Thought, it was itching like a mutha fucka last night.
Later on we headed to dinner at MaryAnn's (cheap good Mexican food) with Anita...and went on Dan's second date with Went. Cute, funny nice. Me likey, Dan. *Watch out sista as I might make a dash to turn that gay boy for this "perfect"girl. (Sorry, I'm still referencing Steve "Carbomb" Carbone.)
Next we went to Karaoke at Sing Sing adding Katie and Barry to our group. I love this place. Private karaoke. Went (Kenny Rogers) has quite the voice serenading us with "Lady." Katie (The Darkness) did her energetic "I Believe in a Thing Called Love." Anita (Wheatus) reminisced with "Teenage Dirtbag." Barry (Snoop w/ Pharrell) flowed with "Drop it Like it's Hot." Dan (Gwen Stefani) gave us attitude with "Hollaback Girl." And I (System of a Down) invited everyone to my guilty pleasure while rockin' "Toxicity." We hit The Library next and then headed a cab home.
Got up early the next morning for the AWNY. Great time. Pretty organized, too. It was extremely crowded, but I didn't really mind. I was amazed at the diversity of people there. Yound, old, black, white, Asian, men, women, gays, straights...it was really kinda moving. Sad to see the t-shirts on small children saying "Remember Nana Virginia" and happy to see the unity of people in a cause. I'm glad I was a part of it and hope to be next year and the years to come. AWNY raised over $5.8 million. Our team is close to $1400 with more checks coming in. I hit $550. Thanks to all of you who helped.
Being tuckered out from the 10K walk, we headed to lunch and then back to Dan's to sit for a little with his friend Erin joining us. We sat and chatted, had some wine and well...here I am at home, blogging about it.
It was a great weekend. Thanks Dan for having me.

First Thing is First...

Okay...so I will post about the AWNY and my weekend, but first thing is first.

When I left the question of whether a man is too old or too young or whatever, it was a question. I didn't state that I WOULDN'T date certain type of person. But, if I want to say that...well, it's my perrogative, Brittany.

Now..."Steve Carbone" aka "Larry King" aka "Annonymous"....................

"I'm SURE its entirely the lack of mature eligible men why the perfect, single women posting here can't find the "right" guy."
If your comment of me being perfect was sincere, thank you. That's kind. However, if it was in jest, I'm not appreciative. One...I have never claimed to be perfect. No one is. And, if I choose to "nit-pick someone to death" well, then I suffer the consequences. I have been on both sides of the fence. I'm not saying it's right, but I didn't ask for your comment on how to run my life. Trust me, I do a great job of fucking it up on my own.
"Straight guys are so imperfect and disappointing!"
Absolutely!! I love the gays!! They love me as well...there's just the obvious problem....the whole sexual preferrence. In fact I met such a great gay this weekend, that I kicked around putting up with the no-lovin' aspect. Kicked around...a girl's gotta have it, ya know? Translation...this is why dating is so difficult and why we pick. Sexual attraction gets in the way. Come on now, you saw When Harry Met Sally?
"As for the maturity issues...I don't understand how a person can say "men are so god damn immature." Depends on where you look, I guess. Statements like that and the one about men not being mature at ANY age are pretty insightful."
Don't remember saying that...but, if I did, I did "Steve." Glad you took time from your "computer programming" career to think about insight. It's very insightful to speak your mind...especially when you attach Steve Carbone to the words.

Lastly, I have met many "perfect" men. And, many of them have dumped me (or never even began things) for superficial reasons. Did it bother me? Of course. However, if that was their reason for dumping or what-not, then it probably wouldn't have worked out anyway. Plus, I haven't dumped or not dated guys for these reasons you stated. And, to update you...

"Dumb guy" I tutored him. I didn't try to seduce him.
"Old guy" We're emailing. We'll see what happens.
"Veggie guy" He called once and then never called again. (Must have been the pork chop I was eating on the phone.)
"Young guy" Jury is still out. I can read him as well as a Organic Chem book in Braille.

So, before you pass judgement on why this perfect single girl can't find the right guy...get your facts straight. I'm not completely at fault.

Does Age Make a Difference?

Off to NYC tomorrow after school for AWNY. We're just under $1000. Don't forget folks. It's not too late to get rid of that spare change you have laying around-the link is on the page. Thanks to those of you who have donated. It means a lot.

I haven't packed yet which is typical. I think I'll get up at 5 and do it then. Supposed to rain this weekend. Last time I was there it practically flooded.

I'm looking forward to the drive. I know that sounds nuts, but there is something really healing about a long drive with you and the radio. I will be practicing my Karaoke skills for Saturday.

Opinion time...(figure I'll get a good one going while I'm gone.) What do you think about dating someone much older or younger than you? (I finally emailed a guy back who has emailed me a few times. The only thing I'm apprehensive about is that he is a bit older than me.) What's the biggest age difference you would do? Does it make a difference? Can personality override the gap? I know some people who have and even married someone much older than them. Shit, my great aunt and uncle were 25 years apart. (I know...sounds creepy, but they were married forever!) "Nunya" I think is too young. Only a year younger, but too immature and unreliable...I'm ready to dump that chump, again.
Okay...I'll leave you to chew on that. More exciting stories after the weekend.

Daily Horoscope
Intuition is just tuition with an 'in.' And today, you've got a specially reserved scholarship spot waiting for you at the U of Intuition. Make the most of your opportunities there!

Kinda Cute

Yes, I'm still up. The Wedding Singer is on TV. This has to be one of my favorite movies. Even though Adam Sandler has the curly mullet in here, he's kinda cute. And, I love George (bandmate form of Boy George.) I also love the song that he sings at the end on the plane...

Am I lovesick tonight? Maybe...or maybe the wine.

Sidenote...

I"m soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited to go away this weekend. I need this once or rather more that once in a while. Dan, I'm searching for a new Ludacris song to Karaoke. Hmm...maybe I'll have to choose a new artist! STRANGELY...I've been turning to the country station(s). Maybe it's the Renee Zelweiger thing.

I'm blogging a lot tonight.

Connected

I'm connected now. Ya'll can email me from my profile link.

I'm watching the end of SATC. I love when Big comes and gets Carrie. However, I love the quote she has to Alexsander before that...the bit about relationships and wanting a full blown relationship, can't-to-be-without-you relationship...

It's times like these where I want this type of thing. I guess the wine is kicking in...

I'm definitely looking forward to the weekend away.

Horoscope for tomorrow....
Romantic
After family, the very top of your priority list has always been reserved for friends. So when one of them invites you out to meet someone they're sure you'll just love, don't argue. This time, they could be right.
hmm...I'll wait for the invite.

General
That old star shine is shining all its starry-shininess down on you tonight. You're like the star of your own private aurora borealis. A few gazers are going to look your way.
I'm waiting for your eyes!!!

Horoscope Obsession

I forgot to paste in my horoscopes....and I did meet someone else who looks for good horoscopes and bases decisions on them...(thanks Becca for making me feel normal.) She also reminded me of another thing I do with them. Whomever the significant other or potential, I will look up their horoscope as well and adjust accordingly. I know...but you all have your vices, too.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Even snails come out of their shells when they see another snail who makes their heart go putt-putt. Make like a lovesick snail today. Come out of that shell and start an ooey-gooey track in their direction!
I felt like I did this...ah, not really. My email was bland. I'll need coaching.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Romantic tasks need completing, not competing! That is, you need to call them, not get into a big competition to see who calls whom first. But you knew that already.
Ugh...tough one to task. I know this game is going on... I HATE calling. Who was that anonymous commenter?? Telling me something??

Weird Science

Congratulations to Uchenna and Joyce for winning the Amazing Race. I would like to think I could do this, but I'm not sure. That is some tough stuff. They just seemed like such a nice couple. Congrats to Amber and Rob for coming in second. (Way to put the Westminster name out again!) As for the 3rd couple...I didn't really like them. I don't like when couples air their dirty laundry like that. So you fight, fine...fight nice. Work on your problems, but jeez. Be nice about it.

Speaking of amazing races.....just a few days left to donate to the AWNY. Check out the link!!!

I'll be heading out on Friday. I'm excited. It should be a fun weekend (as always) with Dan and friends. Looking forward to brunch with Robin and Jay. Robin and I will be eagerly awaiting our prizes for the contests, right Jay??

Other than my trip for the weekend, not too much is new. I've half-way begun my newest endeavor. I'm training for the a master's swim team league (swim team for adults if you will.) oooh wait....I did remember something kinda funny.

So in college my old roomate and a few friends made up this character. "Wayney." Wayney is this strawberry blondish, red-haired early teen who is kinda chubby and really annoying. (I'm doing this from memory, so a few details may be askewed.) Anyway....Wayney had this really annoying, squeaky/whiney voice. Kind of like you might hear his name if you said it in your head. Well, while in the pool last week, I needed to share a lane. The easiest lane was with this kid who was walking in the pool. He apparently was walking because he "forgot" his goggles. So in my teacher-type voice I say, "Hey, Honey. Do you mind if I share your lane?" He agreed and I began to swim around him. After about 800 yards I noticed he suddenly had his goggles. Ugh. Great. An early teen kid, kinda chubby, strawberry blondish/red-haired....wait a minute. IT'S WAYNEY!! Oh my God. It was almost like Weird Science. Instead, we created Wayney. But, I don't believe we were wearing bras on our heads and Wayney definitely wasn't to date. So I ran into Wayney yesterday, too. I saw his chubby foot dangling in the pool as I headed down the lane. I knew it was time to quit. As I came up taking my goggles and cap off at the same time, preparing to dash away, Wayney says, "Can I-I-I shaarre youurrr lane?" "Sure Big Guy. It's all yours." Ugh, annoying.

Do you think I could create a boyfriend and possibly meet him? Great...now I have the Weird Science theme song in my head.
*Everytime you say "Wayney" you have to use your "Wayney" voice.

Babble...

Daily Horoscope:
Well, if you aren't a fountain of fantastic flirtatious energy today! You're bubbling! You're sparkling! You're providing good, fresh, healthy, hydrating flirtation for the whole darn village!

Good thing I stayed home today. (Now you see why I search for a more befitting one...) I can't say I did much either. I did run to the grocery store, post office and made myself a hair appointment. More a mental health day than anything. Crappy headache that started at lunch yesterday...damn kids ruin everything.

Went to Pittsburgh last weekend for Tracy's b-day. Saw the Earthquakers. This is a band that we used to see. They dress up like Amish people and play 80's pop/rock. I love the drummer. Wait, let me rephrase that. I lovED the drummer. Sniff, sniff. He left. And, the quit playing all the fun music. It was all mainly Metallica, AC/DC and GnR. Don't get me wrong, I like listening to those songs, but it's nice when it's broken up with some fun 80's pop stuff. I couldn't party too much anyway due to a test on Saturday morning. Saturday went to Todd's party. Jello shots were goooood. Got back to Doug's house and resumed my sleeping spot on the couch. Damn, I crashed hard. I even took a nap when I got back. Not a terribly exciting weekend, but fun none-the-less.
Jen...you'll be excited this week for my school. We have a rain forest exhibit coming in on Thursday. Rumor has it there are supposed to be monkeys there. I'm excited. I've always loved monkeys. I remember getting a hamster in 3rd grade and it of course died. Through the tears as my dad told me not to worry he would get another hamster, I said, "Could I get a monkey instead?" His answer,"Well, not really. You see. Monkeys are dirty and they poop everywhere." Needless to say, I settled for hamsters. I'm thinking he was thinking the same thing about hamsters, too. I gave them away the next year. Yuck. I can still smell the hamster piss from the cage. Gross. My kids will never have them. They run in that damn wheel all night, too.

Funny thing. As I pulled up to the curb of the post office, I opened my door. Of course I wasn't really paying attention and opened it as a car was driving by. He wouldn't have hit it, but politely waited for me to get out of the car before he drove past. Funny thing...he was driving a "Dent Wizard" truck. Wonder if that was a set up???

Speaking of Wizard. I'm reading the Wizard of Oz right now. I've never read it before. I'm reading it to my kids in school. Surprisingly, they are loving it. They're especially interested in finding the differences between the movie and book. Me, too. Maybe now I'll get though Wicked. Yes, Dan...I'm still reading it. Also reading In Her Shoes.

Enough babbling. I'll go to bed now.

Ted Bundy of Dating

NUNYA....yeah I have NUNYA.

My life is boring. No dating scene. I think I'm the Ted Bundy of dating. Everyone I seem to talk to disappears. Whatever.

...28 days left of school.

Off to Pittsburgh for the weekend. I will have more to post. More exciting news when I come back I hope!

New Link

I've just added a new link. I've recently joined Dan's Aids Walk New York (AWNY) team-IndFay an UreCay - 9473. Check out the link! Any support is greatly appreciated.

A Way With Words

So it seems that I have a new reader. Yah! For years I've tried to put Uniontown into words. Almost impossible. Impossible for me, but finally my new reader has done it. For those of you I have shared stories with over the years, you'll love this one. Pechin's. I've taken a few of you there over the years to experience (sorry Smitty for making you afraid of a possible lynching.)

Thanks new reader!

Is Anyone Else as Crazy as Me?

Sometimes I think the things I do are pretty crazy. Not the risktaker way, but just, well, crazy. Does anyone else make decisions based upon your horoscope? I do that. Yes, I do. Not all the time, but if my "love forecast" or "career" scope looks good or bad, I will tailor the day to that. Is that strange? It's not consuming my life, but I definitely use them. Funny thing is, if I don't like the horoscope I read, I will search the net until I find one that makes me feel better. I know this is bizarre, but I never claimed to be normal. Other OCD issues that I have....

I won't step on the metal grates, manholes, or other metal "things" covering sidewalk holes. I will do everything to avoid them.
I read magazines from back to front first. (now I did find someone else who does that.)
I have to have hospital corners on my sheets-and I know when they're coming undone as I start to become restless in bed.
I drink my coffee from the side of the mug that is opposite the handle. (Especially in a restaurant.)

I'm sure there are other things that I do that are crazy, but these are a few. Why I'm admitting them to the general public...no idea. I was just thinking about them. Anyone have any strange habits?

Quizzes....I love em'

Okay...so I love quizzes. I just took Jen's quiz of what kind of coffee you are. Is this why I can't pick up a guy??

You Are a Plain Ole Cup of Joe But don't think plain - instead think, uncomplicated. You're a low maintenance kind of girl... who can hang with the guys. Down to earth, easy going, and fun! Yup, that's you: the friend everyone invites. And your dependable too. Both for a laugh and a sympathetic ear.

hmm...that doesn't sound like it will get me a date.

Take this one

What kind of coctail are you?

The bottom line is — you're a complete prize. Just like the South, you've got that fun, sweet, charming personality that immediately draws people to you. It appears that you embrace each moment fully and love to have a good time. You've got a gift for lightening up the mood with your silly sense of humor and with the unique levity with which you approach life.Let's not forget to mention your skills in the romance department — you've got the flirty moves that can attract anyone you've got your eye on. It's as if you cast your spell and there's just nothing left for the victim to do but fall for you completely. It's a great talent to have! And once people know you, they fall even further for your sweet, kind-hearted, caring ways that make you someone everyone wants to have around. So maybe it's time to order a cocktail that can complement your charm.

I like that answer better.

Quick Update...

I know it's been a while since I've posted, so here's a quick update.

Date boy...not sure. I have found out the he's very unreliable, but then started emailing again....whatever. I let my expectations run a little high with him and then forgot-he's a man. Jury is still out.

Got a few other emails. Eh. One is kind of interesting, but it makes me think of Jay's dealbreaker question. This guy (from reading his profile) is a vegetarian. I wouldn't care, but what if he was offended by me eating a big juicy steak? I don't think I could deal with that. Are people still vegetarians? I thought that was a 90's fad.

Tutored a guy down at one of the local colleges for a teacher test. Okay so I'm boy crazy and thought, "Ooh. What if he's cute?" Hmmm....hope he does okay because he was kinda dumb, duh, dumb, dumb.

Golfed on Sunday. Did pretty well for not golfing for 3+ years. (54 on the front and 60 on the back.) Ah... I forgot how much I love it. Have to thank Ex #3 for teaching me. Thanks. Also...thanks to Matt and Katie for going. Need a 4th next time...cute, single, employed, please.

Went to Bingo last night. I know, I know...but, it was worth it. I won $500. Couldn't have come at a better time either! (I bought a dauber, too...YIKES!) I just keeping thinking of the SATC episode when the girls went to play bingo. It was just like that as my friend Shawn and I went. Except it was in a fire hall, there were no drag queens (at least that were in costume) and I wasn't wearing Jimmy Choo's. But I still won $500. Yes!

Went to an Indian restaurant tonight in Morgantown, WV. Very good. I've never had Indian food before so my friend Lynn ordered for all of us. Very tasty, but I wonder if I'll smell like curry tomorrow at school? I'll just blame it on the kids.

I've also realized that I haven't been keeping my New Year's resolution by reading a book a month. I'm behind for April (I think I read two in February so that covered me for March.) I need to get on that. I also need to get disciplined in my writing. I have a fan-fucking-tastic idea on a book. Well, rather the ideas of the past have (hopefully) finally come to a head. Now I just need the discipline to write them together. Any ideas on how to keep focused and disciplined?

And, I just realized I haven't filed my state or local taxes yet. Oops. I need to do that, um, like now.

I've had some REALLY awesome dreams lately. I'm hoping the Indian food helps to follow suit.

I'll try to keep more updated on here. Maybe that will help me to kick my other writing in the ass, too.

Pimple Diddy?

Even P. Diddy is using Pro-Active. Brittany, Jessica and now Daddy. Okay, so I've been up since 4 and watching infomercials. Diddy kept saying "pimple" so often the word sounded weird. According to Puffy, he's got to keep his "sexy."

(Look how many ways you can refer to Mr. Combs. He's so cool he's even his own synonym.)

Thanks Puff Daddy for keepin' yo' sexy.

Don't Shake Your Baby!

I'm driving down the road today and I hear. "Please don't shake your baby. Put the baby down. Take a deep breath. Don't shake your baby. Are you stressed out? Don't know what to do? Just please don't shake your baby. Call 1-800-???????" Bizarre. I never imagined I'd hear this commercial on the radio or anywhere for that matter. I guess shaking your baby is more "popular" than I thought. I'm sure all types of people shake their babies, but I always think of white trash doing that. Is that wrong?
So in case you're worried...don't shake your baby.

Boy, That Was Dumb

So I was just reading my post from last night. Boy that was dumb. Okay...don't post when you're drunk. I'm sooooo nursing this hangover. And, what the fuck? Snow?? Are you kidding me?? Last time I checked it was April.