Wednesday, December 26, 2007


The holiday season had snuck up on me once again and with it, I packed my bag and drove back to Philadelphia to visit my family. I saw my friends, I drank at old bars and hangouts, I've realized that some things haven't changed a bit and others will never be the same again.

Upon my arrival I was eager to reconnect with my former best friend and I set aside a night to go see a movie with her. Seeing that I haven't seen her in over 3 months, I was looking forward to catching up and having a good old heart-to-heart talk about boys and things. As I waited for her at the movie theater, as she was running late again, I wondered what it would be like to see her again. When I finally saw her walking towards me... and next to her, her boyfriend, who for the past year became completely inseparable from her, I've realized that our friendship, as I knew it, was over. My former best friend did not need me any more and that trip to the movies made me realize that I no longer wanted to try to hang on to a friendship that no longer was.

I saw two of my best guy friends whom I haven't seen in over a year, and though I was hesitant at first to hang out with them, I ended having one of the best nights out. They haven't changed a bit, and if they did, the changes were all positive.

And now that I'm sitting in my comfy chair, recovering from Christmas madness, I am talking to one of my best friends in Cincinnati about all the good, bad, and the ugly of coming back home after an absence.

He brings up a guy I briefly met a month or so ago at a party. We barely spoke a word to each other but I remember finding him unbelievably cute. Well apprently, over the Christmas break, Cinci Friend and this guy became fairly good friends because it turned out they lived in the same apartment complex.

Of course, my Cinci Friend brings me some bad news as well, "He has a gf; just an fyi."

I'm not surprised with all the bad luck with guys I've been having, "Of couuuuuuurse he does."

He continues typing, "Though I'm not sure how long it will last, honestly. For now, I think it's secure but she lives in the same complex, so you know how that goes. I'll track her down and get the dirt lol"

"Well, just make sure you give me a heads up if that relationship comes to an end :P", I type back.

"Haha, oh I will let you know. .. I'll make sure we all hang out together at some point. Very slyly,"

So for now, I'm not putting all of my eggs in a basket but if my Cinci Friend pulls all the right matchmaking moves.... well, I'd be interested to see where this adventure might take me.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Daunting Date

Last night I went out on a blind date with a guy.

It was probably one of the most lackluster dates I have ever been on and I seriously could hardly keep myself awake throughout most of it.

First of all, and most unpleasantly of all, he turned out to be about 2 inches shorter than he told me over the phone. We both initially disclosed to each other that we were 5'9, so naturally, I thought to myself, "Okay, I can't really wear any kind of resemblance of heels around him, but at least he is around my height."

I was dismayed, however, when I met him, that by 5'9 he meant more around the regions of 5'7. You see, 5'7 is too short. I can't, I can't, I simply can't date a short guy again. I tried back in April, and it crashed and burned so miserably after about two weeks, that I never want to try again.

So we went to Buffalo Wild Wings a few blocks from where I live. I drove, as it was too cold to walk from my apartment to the wings place, and as we got out of the car and I walked next to him, it hit me once again that the height issue would make any kind of relationship between him and me impossible.

As we ordered our drinks and talked about sports, I found myself being more attracted to our bartender than my blind date. Call me crazy, but I felt that when the server and I smiled at each other politely as he greeted me and my date, his eyes locked with mine for a moment too long to just call it a friendly greeting. Simply put, he wanted me from the first moment he saw me.

Instead of shamelessly hitting on the bartender, however, I decided to be a good date for the rest of the evening, nodding gently to stories he told me and engaging in some lifeless banter about sports, spirits and school. He was nice, occasionally funny. He was so not my type that I desperately tried to subtly hint through the date that I wasn't willing to be anything more than friends with him.

We called it a night around 11:30 and as I was shaking his hand goodbye, in my head I was already wondering how to gently break it to him that I was not interested in him in THAT way, if he were to follow up on our date.

Sure enough, as he IMed me an hour later with a "Hey, next time we should go bowling!", I replied with a firm "Hey, I'm sorry, you're a good guy but I just wasn't feeling you like that."

You know what they say, to find a prince you have to kiss a lot of frogs first. But this time, this little froggie isn't getting smooched by me.