Sunday, November 22, 2009

SMALL world

So I ended up bailing on my eharmony date this weekend. A Photoshop online class came up at the last minute that I didn't want to miss, so I canceled on him. Later on in the weekend I was hanging with my friend T and ended up telling him about my date. He asks me a few questions about the guy and then starts CRACKING UP. I ask him what is up and he says that my potential date is someone he knows and who had cheated on his most recent gf.

Thank you dating gods for getting me out of this one before it even started!!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Cadavers & Dates

Have yet another Eharmony date this weekend. This guy is in med school. We chatted briefly on the phone, which was 10 minutes lecturing me on getting a flu shot and 20 minutes on the purpose of cadavers for med students. Didn't ask me ANYTHING about myself....I barely spoke at all. I'll still give this one a shot (mostly because I had already agreed to have coffee with me Saturday afternoon) but let's not keep our fingers crossed for this one.


Monday, November 09, 2009

I thought it was 3 strikes and you are out?

So Eharmony boy bailed.....went to that place men go when they are too afraid to say "I'm just not that into you". I've been on a bad streak lately. 2 dates and the guy bails. 2 dates and the guy bails. Repeat repeat repeat. It is taking its toll on my self esteem. I know you are supposed to feel confident and be happy with yourself and that's the healthiest head space to fall in love in, but in 30 years my longest relationship was 4 months. I've never had anyone tell me they loved me. I've never been in requited love.

How am I supposed to feel lovable when nobody has ever wanted to love me?

Sunday, November 01, 2009


There are so many things I want to remember about this trip. The beauty of the city. The cafe where I ordered a capuccino and a croissant de chocolate every morning, not only because it was good, but because it was the easiest to pronounce. The sex toy shop next to my hotel. Attempting to find the Spanish arc de triumph, but getting lost. Reading Angel’s Game (a book set in Barcelona) while sitting on the hotel roof deck overlooking the city. My mani/pedi at the Hotel Arts. The weird cheese ravioli topped with almonds I had. Being surrounded by a foreign language. Enjoying good Spanish wine.

I had an amazing experience and absolutely can not wait to go back.

Click here for a slideshow of some of the photos from my trip. Let me know what you think!