You Broke My Heart…Now I Want My DVDs Back.











{February 12, 2008}   the convent wont be so bad

so i went out with text boy again on saturday, after our date last week went ok.  we went to dinner at a cute little italian restaurant that i didnt even know was there but i am totally going back (just not with him).  so hes already sitting when i get there and the waitress comes over and asks for my drink order, and i get wine.  and he doesnt order anything but water (and he also didnt get a grown up drink on our first date, so now im thinking this is strange).  then we start having this converstation about things about us that arent normal (like how i dont eat eggs) and he says that hes never had a beer in his life.  he says he drinks liquor, but not beer.  ok, so now im thinking mr. pansy pants cant have a beer with the guys watching a football game?  lame-o.  and then i said something weird about me, and then it was his turn again and he says he hates carrying things in his pockets and asks if i can put his wallet and phone and keys in my purse… yeah.  BUT i agreed because secretly i wanted to snoop on his cell phone if he ever went to the bathroom or something.

so dinner ended ok, i was actually having a good time, and then i suggested that we go to the bar down the street because tara and her friends were there.  so we get there and he starts acting really nervous.  i mean i can understand if he was nervous in front of my friends, but honestly we werent even talking to them much and then they left to sit at a table, so i dont think that was the reason.  he ordered our drinks from the bar, obviously i was suprised that he even got a drink.  so we just like kind of stood there, it was like he didnt know how to act in a bar, like hed never been in one before. really weird.   i had to go to the bathroom and when i came out he was standing in the middle of the bar looking at one of the tvs with his hands on his face like macully culkin in home alone.  i said whats wrong? and he tells me that the redskins just hired a new coach.  1. i dont give a shit.  2. why are you acting like macully culkin?  3. no one likes the redskins.

so im super bored and me and tara decide to go home, so i tell him i think we’re going to call it a night.  hes like ok and im putting my coat on and i give him back his stuff and hes checking his phone for messages.  i look over his shoulder and i see that he has like 4 missed calls and theyre all from girls… but not just any girls… all of the names say like “stephanie from eharmony” and “megan from match”… so this guy is hard core into dating websites… loser!

we walk to car and tara is with us so im like thank god he wont try and grope me at the car. i wanted to be polite so when i got home i texted him saying thanks again for dinner, because he did pay.  but then i realized that he’s texted or emailed or called me multiple times a day since i first met him, and im thinking even though it was fine at first, now its seems really creepy.  so sunday morning he texted me again asking if he could call me later.  ugh i said ok, knowing that i wasnt going to answer the phone :)   he calls me at like 8:30 and i dont answer and then he texts me that says “hey i just called”…. DUH.  so i didnt call him back but on sunday i emailed him saying that i got his messages and that i was asleep.  i havent heard from him since.  i feel kind of bad because he was nice at first, but then things just went downhill really fast.  this just justifies my cancellation of match.com. all guys on there have major issues.  im becoming a nun.



{January 31, 2008}   so, how about i text you sometime?

i just got an email from this match.com guy, his name is scott, and he seriously said “if you would like to text, my phone number is…” LOL how did it come to this? no more talking on the phone, we must text in order to start a relationship. whatever, i’d rather text anyway.



{January 30, 2008}   why match.com sucks

claire:
I’m beginning to think either I have too much competition (i.e. too many hot, single girls in NYC) and/or the guys I’m talking to are so into their jobs they don’t seriously even have time for this.

me:
no i think its because guys our age dont really do match.com seriously, and if they do, theres something wrong with them.  cuz girls are like, oh this is easy and im not a loser, but guys are like, uh dude im not putting my picture on the internet, thats gay.



{January 21, 2008}   BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…

So during my birthday celebration (at a bar that is popular for bachellorette parties), we noticed that every bride-to-be was, to be eloquent, fat and ugly.  One of the brides was actually wearing yellow caution tape as a sash.  And I wouldn’t be suprised if she was going to wear a “WIDE LOAD” sticker on her ass while she walks down the isle.  But the point isn’t that these girls were unattractive, it’s that they actually found that special someone to share their lives with, while we are sitting around, good-looking and single.  What do these girls have that I don’t?  Am I just a miserable person?  I hate my job, I don’t have any money, and I get really cranky if things don’t go my way.  But who doesn’t?! 

Enter the number system:  If we’re all rated on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the prettiest, you can only date people who are at or below your number.  So if I was a 7, I could only date 7s and below.  But the problem is that we all want to aim higher.  And we’re not honest with ourselves about our own number.  So say I think I’m a 7, when actually I’m a 5, and I’m aiming for guys who are 9s.  That’s a difference of 4, and that’s never going to happen.  Add in the stereotype that super-attractive 9s also have a good chance of being arrogant selfish assholes.  So my whole life I’m wasting my time with 9s, when I should be picking out china with a 5.  But who wants to spend the rest of their sad pathetic life waking up next to a 5? Beep… Beep… Beep…



{January 18, 2008}   So today is my 26th birthday

And here are 26 reasons why I like my cat better than guys:

1. She’s clean

2. She’s soft

3. She’s always home for me to play with

4. She won’t get fat

5. She licks my face, in a nice way

6. She snuggles

7. She doesn’t snuggle with others

8. She always loves what I give her for dinner

9. She lets me pick what tv show to watch

10. She doesn’t care if I take up the whole bed

11. She always listens when I’m talking

12. She knows when I’m mad, and to just hide under the bed

13. She likes my mother

14. She doesn’t snore

15. She doesn’t leave fur in the sink

16. She makes me laugh

17. She can’t break up with me

18. She has a cute butt

19. She doesn’t have illigetimate kittens

20. She doesn’t have weird relatives

21. She doesn’t care if I shave my legs

22. She’s easy to shop for

23. She loves all of the presents I buy her

24. She’ll do anything for a treat

25. She purrs when I rub her tummy

26. She always remembers my birthday!!!



et cetera