They do exist.

Background: I am sitting here at my desk, working on a project, when I get an e-mail forward from my good friend. It is an e-mail from her boyfriend in a strange format, outlining his love for her, the events of his day and a bunch of sweet little sayings about how much he loves her blah, blah, blah. This was her introduction: "I don't know if you'll find this any where near as entertaining as I did, but this email was AWESOME and completely made my day and I feel the need to share it." This is our conversation after I finished reading it:

Me: I just vomited a little in my mouth.
Thank for sending me deeper into the depression I call "singledom."

Jessica: It wasn't even sappy!

Me: Ugh.

Jessica: It was funny, not sappy!

Me: It was cute.
But still sappy.
Apparently you have officially reached the threshold of completely missing the sappy-ness of anything.

Jessica: Lol. damn. that kinda sucks. or is maybe a good thing
I just thought it was funny the way he structured it.
If i send you anything again I'll be sure to delete any and all sappiness.

Me: You don't have to cut out the sappiness...it gives me hope that men like that exist.

Jessica: They do! They do!

Quote of the Day

"I have a tendency to live only in extremes. I am at once terribly motivated or downright apathetic, bursting with joy or flattened by despair, hysterically hopeful or ridiculously cynical."
--Taken from "Charming But Single"

Me. In a nutshell. LOOK! It's me in a nutshell!

Single-ness

As I sit here, enjoying a CRAZY episode of Law & Order: Sexual Victims Unit, I wonder to myself--where is Detective Elliott Stabler? THE eye candy of the show?

But really, it is days like today that I am grateful to be single. No one waiting for me at home to cook them dinner or comfort them after a long, hard day. Just me, playing soccer for as long as I please...getting home and chatting on the phone for 30 minutes before actually getting up off my porch to grab one of those tuna lunches to-go (you know, the ones that have the do-it-yourself tuna salad and crackers). Who can do that with a significant other waiting to be fed or coddled?

The networks are beginning to roll out their "ALL NEW" episodes in the next couple weeks, which is exciting...I watched my first of those last night. Samantha Who? is one of the shows that I follow (along with only a few others). The show is hilarious! I recommend it.

I am too distracted to finish. I love being single (for once).

Birthday Week

Best. Birthday. Week. Ever. It's like Hanukah. Eight days of fun.

Day One: Dinner at Adobe Deli with my closest and best friends and my wonderful family. Then, a short trip back to Las Cruces, tequila at Jeff's house and a night of debauchery with the crazy ones. It ended a little roughly, but overall, the night was extremely successful.

Day Two: Sunday matinee--The Other Boelyn Girl--Totally depressing, but well acted.

Day Three: Work (not-so-birthday-ish)

Day Four: Soccer practice (umm....again....not-so-birthday-ish)

Day Five: My ACTUAL birthday...lunch at St. Clair Bistro with Joe, Jeff, Anela, Bre, Char and Jesse. Char even brought candles for the not-so-yummy bread pudding. Then, dinner with Pam, Ian and Jono at Andele's. Mmmmm.... And a night with Grey's Anatomy completed the day.

Day Six: My parents are sneaky and sent these flowers the day AFTER my birthday. They totally jumped on the birthday week wagon.

Day Seven: Happy Hour at Eddie's.

I love the celebration of my birthday...and this one hands down felt like the best so far. I have a feeling 24 will be a great year.

Attracted to the WRONG people

Maybe it’s a fear of actually being in a relationship. Maybe it’s just a precaution to keep me from getting hurt or having to be “too close” to another person. Maybe deep down I can’t see myself spending every waking minute with someone…or finding someone who I actually want to do that with. Maybe it’s all of these things, but I have come to the conclusion that I am attracted to emotionally unavailable men.

Not just attracted…I actually ONLY like this kind of fools.

I don’t like the ones who are constantly trying to “prove” their infatuation with me. That is not attractive. I don’t like the guy who shows up to the bar alone on my birthday, and informs all of my friends that he can’t live without me, is crazy about me, etc. That’s not attractive! Neither is the obscene sense of humor he portrays.*

BUT, show me a guy who has been recently hurt, slinking away, licking his wounds, but still open to a fling void of emotional attachment, and just tell me where to show up and be figuratively punched in the stomach.

*True Story: This guy shows up for my birthday celebration and professes that he has a birthday present for me. I am intrigued (and at this point, a little buzzed) and he pulls me aside. What he does next is straight out of a “what not to do while trying to impress a girl” guide to idiotic behavior. He pulls out a gold-wrapped condom and looks at me like this is the proudest moment of his life. It was all I could do not to haul back and hit him across the face. I don’t even LIKE the guy. And who seriously thinks that will impress me? Clearly he is one of those guys who genuinely think he is being cute while being completely inappropriate in a public place. Not okay. And seriously….I will never call or talk to him again.

I Dream in Precious Stones

There are two things that help keep my single life that much less pathetic. One is having the option of watching Grey's Anatomy from start to finish and the other is playing Bejeweled online. Why I didn't discover this sooner is beyond me...but I did notice that after playing for about 10 minutes before I went to bed last night, all I could dream about was playing bejeweled and beating my high score.

More to come on this blog later...