A few months ago I put together a non-exhaustive list of qualities I’m looking for in my future partner. Of course, the list was aspirational and as anyone who has ever been in love can tell you: it happens when you least expect it and, further, you never know who you’ll fall in love with. There is no way of predicting who will be my best potential husband. And, certainly, strictly adhering to a checklist won’t help me get closer to finding a husband. I made the list with a friend as a funny activity to fill a Friday night and while I do think many of the items on the list are important, I believed that substance trumps form when it comes to love. That being said, I’ve decided to focus on exactly how I want my next relationship to look and feel and less about the form that relationship will come in. Which begs the question: how do I want my next relationship to look and feel? Continue reading
Living Single
It’s official. I’ve been single for approximately a year (give or take a month). While, yes, it’s not a very long time, it’s the longest I’ve been single in my working adult life. I was talking to a guy friend about this and he remarked that my singlehood is completely within my control. His words were simply, “You’re single by choice.” He might have a point. (Or more likely he had had too many bloody marys). So I started thinking: what choices am I making that are keeping me single? Once in a while I’ll tweet (jokingly, of course) about the reasons I’m single. So, I’ve decide to compile a list. You be the judge: Continue reading
The Happy List
I woke up Tuesday morning to two rejection emails for jobs I had applied for less than twelve hours earlier. It seems impossible that anyone had been able to review my resume and application that quickly. But, regardless of that implausibility, someone had determined that my services would not be needed at those two companies. That afternoon I viewed two rooms in two different apartments. I’m hoping to find a furnished sublet for the summer. I checked out both places and said I was extremely interested and was told “Great. All you have to do next is meet the roommates”. Hours later I received emails saying both rooms were rented and wishing me “the best of luck on my search.” I determined that responding with an email simply stating “DIAF” probably was inappropriate and deleted both emails. Continue reading
Did You Learn Anything?
As part of Tiger Woods’ comeback from his sex scandal, Nike came out with this bizarre commercial comprised only of a close up of Woods and featured a posthumous (and creepy) voice over monologue from his father ending with the poignant question: “Did You Learn Anything?” I’m not sure whether Tiger learned anything. I know I certainly did. Importantly, DO NOT hook up with waitresses at Perkins. They’ll snitch on you to TMZ or US Weekly. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, that question also pops into my head after any difficult personal situation. Yes, I even hear it in Earl Woods’ voice. (Thanks a lot Nike!)
#ProfessionalHotMess
Over the past two weeks I’ve been binge watching Ally McBeal on Netflix. Before you groan and roll your eyes, in my defense, I’d never watched a single episode of the show before. I had seen a few minutes here and there when I was in high school and I never understood the show. So a couple weeks ago, fueled by rosé and Thai food, I started the series and watched multiple episodes in a row. I told one of my best friends that this show was right up my alley (no pun intended). I explained that I’m a fan of any show centered around a professional woman who is a “hot mess”. I completely identified with it.
Welp
Anyone who has read one entry of this little blog could discern that it’s been an interesting past year and a half for me. I’ve encountered some personal and professional challenges and, at the end of the day, I’ve been left to figure out what to do with myself. I’m in the middle of a “come to Jesus” moment. The past few months have been filled with a large amount of soul searching. My brain has been an exhausting and tiring place to hang out. After much consideration, I’ve decided to move back to Chicago. I put in my 30 day notice at my apartment and will be reserving my movers in the next few days. It’s official. I’m out. I’m leaving.
You’re Damaged. I’m Damaged. We’re All Damaged.
The advice many of us receive after a failed relationship is: learn the lesson. What did this relationship teach you? How will you approach your next relationship differently? Personally, I think this type of self-reflection is healthy and helpful. When entering your next relationship it’s important to have some idea what you want out of the relationship, what you bring to the relationship and what you want your partner to contribute to the relationship.
If you poke around on this little blog, you’ll quickly realize that my last relationship did not go well. The relationship was a mistake. But it happened. And it ended. Unfortunately many people seem as if they’ve remained stuck in the “happening” of an especially damaging, unfulfilling or heartbreaking experience. They are mired in the sludge of the past and insist on projecting their past onto their future suitors. Continue reading
So Who The Heck Are You?
I’ll warn you right now: This post is a going to be verbal vomit. Just like a Ramones song, it’s going to be rough, one take, with little editing. Continue reading
The List
About a month ago a close friend and I each put together lists of what we’re looking for in our future husbands. I’ve never engaged in this type of exercise before and, frankly, never thought much about what I was looking for in my future husband. I trusted in the universe and just believed that I’d know it when I saw it. I’d meet a guy, be hit by cupid’s arrow and automatically know he was the man for me. I’m going to be 32 in 21 days and I must say, “Ay yo, Cupid! Where you at?” Continue reading
That Fairy Tale Ending…
…Isn’t going to happen this time. The final vestige of a long road has dissipated into the wind. A chapter is closed. It’s unfortunate and jarring but not wholly unexpected. But, this is life and there is no cinematic Hollywood ending.
74 Inches of Pure Lady 