Fun fact for the day: okCupid got rid of their announcement or status update feature… A.k.a. I can’t say hey I’m here for a week, wanna fuck?

Guess I’ll have to dust my shoulders off and do it the old fashioned way.

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Super Species? Not so much

If I were to stop everything and go to grad school right now, I would study relationships. I would study the way that human beings – this supposed evolved, “super” species — interact and communicate with each other. Why? Because we suck at it. Women are too driven by emotions, jumping to conclusions time and time again, while men are too stunted to adequately express their thoughts/feelings/concerns/fill-in-the-blank**

You would think that over the course of human existence we would have continued to evolve past this dreadful stage to a world where men and woman could just express themselves, in a easy to understand, straightforward kind of way. No more holding back, no more turning it into something it isn’t.

Though I’ve been interested in this topic for a while — communication being my background — today was the kind of day that just slams you in the face with the realization of WTF are we all doing and why can’t we just figure it out. Case in point:

  • Guys who can’t express what is going on with them and end up shutting everyone out.
  • Girls who go from 0 to 100 in assumptions
  • Guys who just bleed douchebaggery
  • The whole Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus idealogy to begin with 

Again — why can’t we all just be up front about it? No more games. No more secrets. No more lies. No one ever jumps for joy when dating a complete asshole or misses being pushed away, so it’s not like we’re all gonna miss much. 

** Yes, massive generalizations were made in this post. 

#Infographic: Should I Sleep with Him/Her?

Sometimes, we all just need a pick me up. A little something, something for yourself that actually makes you feel good about yourself (note: after a week of trying to make it work, eating with a total disregard of calories burned v. consumed IT DOES NOT WORK). Today’s feel good: Dying my hair.

I upped the ante this time around. Instead of going with my basic golden brown/slight hint of red. I went with the dark, the fabulous, the burgandy. So far I’m loving it, mind you it’s still wet… and in a towel.

And because I have nothing else to write, another one of my favorites: An INFOGRAPHIC via Visua.ly

Flirting with class = mustache, always

Flirting with class = mustache, always (AKA Four Grownup Ways to e-flirt with Class via eHarmony)

True story: I clicked on this link solely for the image. I, mean, seriously?

I could only see a glimpse of it at first, but yes, the featured image is a woman with a mustache sweater. Let me rephrase it, the featured image – for a blog entry on E-FLIRTING WITH CLASS – is a woman with a mustache sweater.

That is all.

Foreign Affairs

In just seven days and some odd hours, I’ll be leaving on a jet plane for my Thanksgiving abroad. Had I still been not single, I would have tried (most likely, unsuccessfully) to spend as much time with B as I could muster before saying our fair wells for the week. Now that I am single, however, I’m responding to OkCupid messages (yes, I may have responded to Mr. Sincerely-your-ex-hubby… more on that later), signing up for Grouper and just trying to positively envision my life as a single gal once more. 

I’m thinking about … 

  • Dusting off / reworking my sex bucket list (more on this later)
  • Reading all those cheesy (or not cheesy and perhaps potentially informative) dating books
  • Walking up to strangers at bar with a new found vigor 

Annnnnnd….

  • The possibility of a hot and heavy travel fling

Sadly — I’ve been googling “travel fling”, “travel romance”, “travel sex” for more time than I’ve spent writing this post. I’ve found nothing good. No helpful hints. No juicy stories. Nothing. 

Which is, I suppose, is normal. You can’t really develop a game plan for steamy travel agendas. Well, ok, you could, but that’s kind of creepy at the same time. 

Nevertheless, I am crossing my fingers that exchange glances with sexy smoldering European man (or two) from across the bar. In a typical romance movie fashion, he would casually get up and walk towards me, never looking away. Drinks. Laughter. The works would soon ensue. SAWOOOOOOOON. 

Ok — maybe I got a little ahead of myself, but I think you get the point 😉

A High Sex Drive and Plenty of It is A-OK

It’s late, and I don’t really feel like talking about how I doing right now (what with my recent break up and all),  so lets turn to my favorite subject: sex.

Huffington Post recently asked women to share things they wished someone had told them about sex, before they started having it. I guess I can’t really add to this, except that I totally agree with 2, 3, 5, 11 (true, but definitely a story for another time), 15 – practice makes perfect 😉 Continue reading

I still haven’t broken up with B. I sent him a note this morning asking him if even wanted to have this conversation. If he actually wanted to have it, or if he wanted to have it to appease me. He’s said nothing all day. 

At this point, it’s over, but I just need closure. 

And so, in a text message that I’ve prepped (but won’t send until tomorrow — once I’m sober), I’ve pretty much said, I care a lot about you, but I really can’t do this any more. I noted that I’d rather not do it via text, but that I couldn’t trust the conversation would happen otherwise. 

I’m a mess. 

It sucks. 

I’ve never been the one to officially end things, at least, not when it was at this level of serious. 

It straight up sucks. 

 

At A [Dating/Relationship] Crossroad

November started a week ago. In the last eight days, I think I’ve blogged more than I ever had in the entirety of this here blog. But then again, two weeks into starting this here project, I started seeing B. So my promiscuous-isms were forced to take a step back over the last six months.

Now, I’m on the eve of possibly being single again (read: I should dump his ass, but still care just enough that it makes the decision tough), I’m trying to figure out the direction I want to take L&OT. Where do I want to go with it? What do I want to do with it?

Will it be an outlet to talk about the sausage(s) I come across at drunk brunch? Do I want to continue down the road of one-night stands and random hookups. What, oh what, am I looking for anymore? 

When I started blogging, I was content on sharing my fun and exciting forays between the sheets. Now, I don’t know. Yes, and no. To be perfectly honest, having someone — one person — there for you, knowing how they kiss, getting your individual rhythms in sync with each other… it’s nice. It’s really nice. And trading that in for a daily squeeze will be rough.

And that’s just when it comes to the sex.

I like B. I like B alot. And not having him around anymore will be rough. Except that, he still will be around. We co-exist in one social sphere, so there will be times when I see him once a week or so. Knowing that also sucks.

The way I see it is:

  • I can let my inner sex craze run rapid.  I can scream and shout (out of pure sexual exhilaration, of course) and let it all out (thank you, Britney) purely for entertainment. 
  • I could play the card of the scholar — learning, studying, understanding all that comes with love, lust, relationships, breakups, the works (which, oddly enough, seems slightly fascinating).
  • I could tame my evil ways and start the search. You know, the search — for that special someone, my prince charming. But then again, I’m only 24, so what’s the rush. 

Or I suppose, it could be a mix of the three. Eventually, one would take it’s place as the rightful king of the throne, and there it would be. Direction problems solved. 

I guess. Maybe. Kinda. Or better yet, we’ll see tomorrow.