It’s not me. It’s you.
Tonight, after bitching about how I have heard every break up excuse on the planet and was quite shocked 6 hours had gone by without my being dumped, my friend Rich decided to spice up my life with a few good "breakup lines". My favorite two were:
1. Is someone following you?
Because I keep seeing other people behind your back.
2. Do you want to go to a movie?
It's called Other People. I think we should see it.
I will find a way to use these in the near future.
So, what's your favorite breakup line?
Someone for the love of all that is holy prove me right!
An ex I'm still friends with and I were just discussing lunch options. An innocent lunch conversation morphed into a fight about how he still doesn't believe he dumped me. I have decided to let my readers be the judge of this 3 -4 year long argument.
Ex: We can get Taco Bell with AS MUCH FIRE SAUCE AS WE WANT
me: hahahah I love you for your bizareness!
Ex: I am way more than my bizarreness
me: I know
Ex: I am also a good listener, I hug well, and I like to buy drinks. I'm also a good cook
me: you never cooked for me
Ex: well you dumped me before I had the chance!
me: wait....i dumped you?!?!?! ummm I do believe your last words to me before not talking to me for about 6 weeks were "hanging out with you has gone from something I enjoy to a chore"
Ex: you were real bitchy!
me: you can be incredibly stubborn and stuck in your ways!
Ex: you were obsessed with defining everything!
me : Ummmm I believe I brought that question up once. Then all of a sudden every time we had plans your ex came over, your ex needed you, your ex slept over and it bothered me. So, I stand by my statement, when you tell a girl "hanging out with you is a chore" and stop talking to her. THAT IS BREAKING UP WITH HER
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Men are from Uranus.
Friday night I held an impromptu and very small girls' night at my house. Donnelly stayed over so we could leave on time for running and Jenny, my running BFF, joined us for a few hours of bitching, watching me bake, sparkling wine, and Chinese food.
When you get a group of women together inevitably they will talk about men. Outside of a few stellar twitter worthy gems (1, 2, 3, 4) and a total bizarre post that stemmed from a discussion on this post we did actually get into a worthwhile conversation about men. We realized most of the male-female confusion derives from two completely different sets of relationship definitions.
Observe.
Friend
Women: A person attached to another by feelings of platonic affection or personal regard.
Men: A term used when you are embarrassed to introduce the girl you are seeing to your friends, family, colleagues, etc.
How a Mistranslation Can Get You Into Trouble: It will inevitably bring up the "What are we doing?" conversation (see below).
"Hanging Out"
Women: What one does with a platonic friend.
Men: A term used to define participating in activities with a girl in the hopes of having sex with little to no emotional attachment.
How a Mistranslation Can Get You Into Trouble: One of my girlfriends was seeing this guy awhile back. Things started off really great: they shared some of the same interests, he called when he said he would, and, here is the clincher, he introduced her to his mother. Suddenly, he became really distant and said he wasn't looking for a relationship but hoped they could still hang out (man definition). My friend took his statement under the female definition and was utterly shocked when the next time they hung out (woman definition) he kissed her and invited her to stay the night.
Friends with Benefits
Women: A mutually beneficial sexual arrangement with a person with whom you are attached to by platonic feelings of affection or personal regard.
Men: A term used to allow men to treat a woman like a second class citizen yet still call her for sex when he's drunk
How a Mistranslation Can Get You Into Trouble: I have heard this from women over and over again, they are happy and not in love with the person they are having sex with BUT the guy is incredibly hostile and/or absent during non-bedroom time. The term "Friends with Benefits" starts with friend, gentlemen.
Note To Men: Most women can handle this type of relationship without falling in love with you as you aren't that great anyway. You don't need to put up an asshole barrier to make this type of arrangement work.
Dating
Women: A romantic relationship between the "banging" and "boyfriend/girlfriend" stage. It may or may not be monogamous.
Men: An excuse to lead on a ton of women.
How a Mistranslation Can Get You Into Trouble: See The Brohammer Saga.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend
Women: An emotionally mutually beneficial monogamous relationship.
Men: DEATH.
How a Mistranslation Can Get You Into Trouble: See here
"What are we doing?"
Women: A question used to gauge the expectations of the other person in the relationship.
Men: A way for a woman to say she wants to be your girlfriend.
How a Mistranslation Can Get You Into Trouble: I realize with this guy, my ever smooth and always put together drunken reaction was more of a "It's not that I want to go to the prom but it would be nice to be asked" kind of deal. I really wasn't fishing for some kind of Relationship (please note the capital R) I was simply gauging his expectations so I could set mine accordingly and decide whether or not I was interested in continuing anything with him.
Filed Under: retrospect
And Sunday always comes too late
Sundays are the worst.
There is nothing like Sunday to remind you of your single status. My sister is gearing up her husband and the neicelings for another busy week. Dee and her fiancé do "scrub down Sunday" on their apartment. Sunday is the day you recap the weekend with your honey and de-stress before another busy week of workin' for the man. Sunday is an official relationship holiday equal to New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, or Halloween.
This Sunday I am even more aware of my single status since I had a bit of a rough night last night.
It started pleasantly enough with a house warming party in Oakland. The traditional Blow Your Lunch Punch (pretty much everything in your liquor cabinet mixed with champagne) and Lady Gaga dance party made an appearance. As I headed to a club in San Francisco I stopped to use the bathroom and was <sarcasm> thrilled </sarcasm> at a lovely interaction with the local PD about my "solicitation" practices.
My dress was sexy but it wasn't that scandalous.
I drank WAY too much and danced (a sure sign I drank too much) at the club and decided 3:45 AM was the perfect time to call last weekend's hot make out session that I've hung out with a few times since and assault him with the "What are we doing?" question.
His answer did not make me too happy.
I, yet again, got the "I just got out of a long relationship and despite the fact I'm 30-ish I'm really just into acting like a drunk frat boy and banging a lot of broads".
At least he was honest.
The joy of it all? I CRIED. Yes, C.R.I.E.D. It wasn't the fact this guy doesn't like me, I get rejected constantly, it just played into the fact I consistently feel completely inadequate around the guys I like. I feel like I'm never good enough.
me: I hate dudes like so much
Friend: I hate them too
its not your fault at all
you are gorgeous, funny, easy to talk to, you make people feel really good about themselves, you are accomplished, you like beer, you are basically every man's dream
and these stupid boys don't deserve you
me: around dudes I'm just a dud
If my ego and liver weren't already bruised enough I'm also sporting this lovely gem with little clue as to how I got it.
So here I sit on Relationship Sunday wishing there was someone here to watch movies with and laugh about how ridiculous my life is.
Sundays are the worst.
A more than fond farewell
2009 was a shite of a year.
As I list off all the things that happened this year I can't come up with too many significantly good things. 3 of the most emotionally detrimental break ups I've ever had (1, 2, 3) occurred. My friendships have been tested and failed more times than I care to count. Zane moved to New York. I've been on more crappy bizarre unbelievably bad dates (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) than anyone should have to endure. Most significantly, My grandmother passed away.
Not to say 2009 was a total waste of a year. My sister and her husband (and all their federally recognized bonin' for procreation) blessed my family with another nieceling. I reconnected with one of the most amazing friends and supportive people on the planet. I went to Paris for a month for work. I was lucky enough to not lose my job in these "tough economic times". I got a shout out from one of my idols. I finally went to New York. I'm in the best shape of my life with the help of Marathon Matt and the great friends (Hi Jenny!) I've made from the group (Thanks Tiffany!). While this year has had extreme ups and downs I have to say I'm happier than I've been in a long long long time.
As my friend Keane said, "Does life really change more from December 31 to January 1 than with the transition between any other two days in a year? Yes, it does. If you want it to". And I really do. I'm starting this year completely anew. I've scrubbed my apartment from floor to ceiling. Despite interest I am content being alone. My bills are all paid. I am starting 2010 a completely blank slate. No high hopes (except finishing the pilot I've been avoiding due to some intense writer's block). No lofty goals or aspirations (the most I can muster up is "read more"). No expectations, least of all a midnight kiss.
So 2009 I can't say I'm going to miss you very much. 2010 I welcome you in with excited anticipation.
My semi-feel good post of the year.
For the last 25 years I was convinced I had a problem maintaining friendships with women. As far back as I can remember most of my friends have been male while the female friends have come and gone fairly quickly. 9 times out of 10 it has something to do with boys.
In High School my two best friends and I fought over Darin Smith. In my late teens/early 20s Dee and I were in an epic battle over pretty much every guy either of us dated or desired. The last few years of my SF days seem to have completely revolved around one of my exes.
I met my ex because he was the ex of a girl who hung out in my circle of friends. The entire thing was handled incorrectly.
- I should have told her from the beginning.
- I shouldn't have lied to her when she asked me (despite the fact she was incredibly intoxicated at the time and had me locked in a bar bathroom).
- My ex shouldn't have told me, what I now realize are probably fictitious, stories about how insane she was, how they never really had a relationship, and how she was a hysterical attention seeking mess.
- She should have kept her mouth shut about what a horrible person I was since she really didn't know me very well.
It wasn't a pretty situation.
The break up with this ex was pretty epic. I felt devastated and it took me quite a long time to realize I had been invested in the future we had planned not the current relationship I was in. It didn't help he is notorious for being rather emotionally lacking, which is one of my greatest pet peeves.
If it wasn't bad enough my ex's ex hated me, she eventually forgave him to a level of intimacy I wouldn't dare tread to and continues trashing me behind my back. The one thing I pride myself on is if I can't say something nice, and saying nothing at all is impossible, I will at least fess up to disliking someone. I just find it ridiculous for an adult to be referring to me as "She Who Must Not Be Named".
If my woes with the ex weren't bad enough, he is now dating a girl I really do value. I can't really fault her for lying to me when I approached her the first time about it, especially after she insisted it was because of the other things going on in my life. What I can fault her, and have my feelings hurt, for is dating someone who so venomously hates me it destroys our friendship. I have to give him credit though, at least he is doing his part for the environment and recycling the same stories he told me about his ex.
As I was saying, I was convinced for the last 25 years I couldn't maintain relationships with women. I now realize I've just struggled with maintaining relationships with the RIGHT women. Sounds pretty much like my dating life, right? I pick the wrong one, stick with them when I shouldn't, put more into it than I get back, and wind up getting hurt.
I'm not trying to come across as the "innocent one" or the "victim" in all of this. I've been wrong plenty of times. I've said the wrong thing, made the wrong move, and wronged the right people more times than I can count. As my ever eloquent and wise friend Cy once said, "a conspicuous failure is a great equalizer. everyone has been there. everyone has said the dumbest thing possible at the worst time ever. ... the best thing we can do is enjoy, take pride in our humanness. hope someone loves us for it. love someone for it." and I try to live by that. I really do. People make mistakes but not everyone can forgive. As much as I been chastised for forgiving people even in the most undeserving of circumstances I really do think it's a virtue.
Over the last few drama filled months I've become incredibly grateful for the people of substance in my life. This post would have been more appropriate around Thanksgiving but better late than pregnant never. My sister, Bob, and Dee have been there through thick and thin, no matter what. Zane and Tiffany have always been incredibly motivating while still getting me into trouble. Dasha and Przem have always maintained our, what will be, lifelong friendship even from far away (Yes 86 miles is far away!) .Victoria, Rachel, Cy, J, and Lizz are there when I need to TYPE IN ALL CAPS, send crazy texts (Ex: I think a good make out session with John Legend would solve most of my day to day problems.), or talk about boys. My Asian Posse (who don't always like their name on the intrawebz) let me wander in and out of their lives while remaining constant pillars of support. I really do have an amazing group of people in my life. I know I am forgetting a few and there a few I'd rather not name but, basically, if I called you on Thanksgiving I luvz yew. I'm just bad at making lists sometimes.
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OH HEY! 73% of that list is women. Who woulda thunk!?!??!
THE. END.
Yesterday I went to lunch with The Lawyer as his text from Monday requested. I was surprised at how good it was to see him. All of our awkwardness and his inability to maintain a conversation were completely gone. We drove to The House (shout out to Tiffany for that recommendation) and settled into lunch before we got down to business.
My frist question was why he had waited almost 3 months to contact me. He told me about all the things going on in his life (his illness, his dad's illness, Thanksgiving, etc). Turns out he had been meaning to call for awhile but just couldn't find the time to get the closure he desired.
I was very honest with him. I told him how it bothered me he couldn't volley a conversation. I explained how I desired a partner who was an active participant in my life and his disinterest in being such. We discussed at length how his illness played a large part in his inactivity and how upon reflection I realized how I was unprepared to deal with everything that came with it. We talked about the fact I thought the race thing bothered him. It may have been one of the healthiest conversations I've ever had. We came to the conclusion a lot of our "issues" were nothing more than misunderstandings.
We continued lunch and talked about our respective recent break ups, laughed a ton, talked about a few events we were both interested in attending, and expressed sentiment about missing the other person. I had completely forgotten that despite a few of his flaws They Lawyer is a caring, sweet, warm, funny, interesting, and intelligent person. Lunch was very nice, borderlining on intimate, so I wasn't too surprised when he held my hand on the way to coffee nor did I really mind it.
The Lawyer drove me home and we made tentative plans to hang out on Sunday. I was halfway out of the car when he pulled me back in and kissed me. It was one of the better kisses I've had in my long history of kisses. But then....OH BUT THEN he had to go and ruin it.
When I pulled away from the kiss he leaned back in and turned on his "sexy" voice. The voice I got to hear once before. The voice I can only equate to the ridiculousness that is the Christian Bale Batman Voice. He turned on the voice and said,
The Lawyer: Want me to come upstairs?
Me: No.
The Lawyer: Why not?
Me: I don't want to in addition to the fact I have things to do today.
The Lawyer: Like what?
Me: Work stuff and I need to make a call before 3.
The Lawyer: I'll be quiet.
Me: No.
The Lawyer: C'mon it's been so long and I forgot how attracted I am to you.
Me: I have to go.
Once I was safely out of the car in my apartment laughing over the entire thing I realized he had mentioned how a girl had recently dumped him. I mulled it over and came to one conclusion, THIS MY FRIENDS WAS A BOOTY CALL. My feelings could only be summed up as disgusted. Here I was willing to open up emotionally to him despite a bunch of things. As my sister put it, "I kind of hoped maybe you two would get together, talk things out, and maybe casually date". After lunch, but before the kiss, that possibility was not far from my mind but now no way.
I felt like I was being manipulated into the D.E.N.N.I.S. system (Demonstrate value/Engage physically/Nurture dependence/Neglect emotionally/Inspire hope/Separate entirely) and I was not happy about.
So we laughed/ Compared notes/ We had a drink /We had a smoke/ She took off her over coat
I feel like I'm dating Tiffany.
Now don't get me wrong I haven't switched teams or anything, it's just Tiffany and I have been spending a lot of time together. She conned me into signing up for a 3 month 1/2 Marathon Training with Marathon Matt , on our cross training days we're swimming at North Beach Swimming Pool together, we hiked Angel Island on Sunday, we're working on a writing project together, we are both contemplating moves to New York, we're looking into sailing classes together, she doesn't know it yet but I'm going to make her go to some whiskey festivals with me, and I have been talking to her for about 3 hours straight over IM.
We're like seriously dating.
I'd say Tiffany and I have been strictly party friends over the almost 4 years we've known each other. On my birthday this year when, for one reason or another, only one of my friends showed up to my birthday happy hour Tiffany rescued me from an extremely depressive day and got me rip roaring drunk. During our booze fest, Tiffany and I really got to talking. We both share a lot of the same frustrations; feeling like we both have an abundance of party friends who rarely want to try new things or new places outside of San Francisco, meeting men who suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome, a lack of much desired travel, feeling trapped at work, etc. We realized we balance each other out; she's an insane optimist with a fun loving spirit and I'm a self-proclaimed "realist who has a lot of bad stuff happen to them" who over plans everything.
All of this talking with Tiffany helped me realize why I'm so fucking hung up on the latest person to dump me. It's incredibly hard to find someone who shares your values, life ambitions, goals, etc especially in a large city. The last guy I dated had a really strong respect for family, ambitions in life, desire to travel, interests that went beyond drinking, a heavy interest in drinking, etc. I think I understood 90% of his thought processes and I thought he would appreciate my extremely thoughtful nature that softens the blow from the rest of my quirks. All of these things are incredibly important to me and definitely something I'm looking for in a future partner. I still feel like I'm sitting around wondering what the fuck happened but for now I'm thankful to have a new significant other who helps inspire me to be the person I always thought I would be.
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Thought of the Day
“It is difficult for some people to accept that love is a choice. This seems to run counter to the generally accepted theory of romantic love which expounds that love is inborn and as such requires no more than to accept it.”
- Leo F. Buscaglia
Come gather ’round people wherever you roam and admit that the waters around you have grown.
This morning I received the following e-mail from the website and hosting company I use for DiM. All the items were marked "Cancelled".
Dear Amanda ,
Customer Number: ##############
According to the terms of our agreement(s), we tried to bill your [xxx] card ending [xxxxxxx] in the amount of $ XXXX for the item(s) below, but our billing attempt failed. This could be for a variety of reasons, including an invalid or expired credit card on file.
If an item has already expired, it is noted as "CANCELLED" and can no longer be renewed. PLEASE NOTE: Once an item has been cancelled, all related data – Web site files, emails, databases, etc. – is removed from our server and cannot be recovered.
My recent Bank of America woes cause my card number to change at least once a month so I'm always getting notices to update my card. While the e-mail wasn't new the canceled part was. What was really shocking is that instead of freaking out about the fact my entire site was lost I was relieved. As you can tell my site is not deleted. The email above was in reference to another domain (www.iamsexyugly.com) I bought one night while incredibly intoxicated that I never did anything with. I had actually requested the termination of my ownership.
The relieved feeling made me realize something; I'm Just Not That Into It. This isn't the first time I've felt this way. I was reminded of this recently, after some blog based rejection, while talking to Bob whose response after I told him someone ended things with me because of the blog was "Weren't you going to stop anyway?". On top of being "dumped" and lacking motivation to keep up with the site I also realized it's sucking creative energy away from the pilot I'm writing and a potential book I was approached about putting together. In addition to feeling stretched thin, the emotional toll of putting your personal life out there has finally caught up with me so some things have to change. I realize this may be detrimental to my other projects since my readership is at an all time high but my sanity, or what is left of it, comes first I guess.
Don't get me wrong, this isn't the official "I'm shutting the site down" post. This is the offical "I'm looking for contributors and a warning that the site is going to change direction just the teensy tiniest of bits" post.



