What I've learned from online dating

Online dating websites... really are digital bars. Sometimes a guy will wink at a girl, and maybe she winks back. He thinks she’s cute, she thinks he’s cute. Maybe even he’ll start a conversation. They’ll chat, and see if something comes of it. Sometimes she appreciates that she was noticed, but isn’t interested. The difference here  is  everyone’s sober. Probably.

It’s hard to be a guy, even on match. I realize I’m an old fashioned girl. I had “girls don’t call guys” beaten into me. So, even on match, at least for me, guys make the first move. 

All the guys say they don’t want drama queens, all the girls say they are easy going, all the guys say they are smart, funny, and great and all the girls say they are incredibly happy. 50% of all four groups are lying.

Humans are biologically visual. The idea that we aren’t is ludicrous. The people that think they are above including a photo are delusional. And probably ugly. Haha. Kidding. Kind of. Sometimes people strike a chord in us, and sometimes they don’t. That is just the way it works. And the people that chose really odd photos of themselves, looking goofy or whatever…what are they thinking?! It’s odd.

People are contradictory. Guys say they want a girl that doesn’t care about money, then include a photo of a Mercedes. Girls say they want to be liked for their personalities and then have pictures of themselves in swimsuits.

I thought I didn’t have a clear picture of what I wanted in a guy, but I actually do. I want a guy that is confident and ok with an independent girl. I want a guy that doesn’t mind a smart girl. I want a guy that’s ok not doing anything as well as going all weekend. I don’t think of myself as a techy girl, but I work with computers all day, text all of the time, and talk on the phone pretty often; I probably need a guy that is ok with all of that. 

Grammar matters. OK, I get that I am an English teacher, but honestly, people should really proof read their work. Some of the errors I see make my eyes hurt.  

As nice as it is to get an email, the ones with declarative statements or single questions, such as anyone home?…make it really difficult to respond. Ask questions, that is my suggestion. 

And last, even online dating is a beating. There is no getting around that. 

I feel miserable

It's Saturday afternoon. And so far, the new blog appears to be an accounting of the crappy shitty part of my life. How depressing is this? No wonder I haven't told anyone about the new blog. How could I have possibly realized that when I named this one defcon1 how very right I was to name it this.

Ironically, I think I came up with the name while watching Glee which I happen to be watching now.

My head is throbbing. I can literally feel my entire face hurting. It is utterly miserable. In fact, the pain was so great last night, that this morning I got up and went to minute clinic to get some medicine. (Trust me when I tell you, that means I was in pain.) I swear there is a tree or a bush or something on this effin property that I am totally and completely allergic to. I work in the yard...then I'm sick as a dog. I need to mow, but I just can't bear to do it. And, let's be clear. This yard needs serious work!

Yesterday I was ready for all of my kids all day to work to get the room for summer, get all the yearbooks moved downstairs to the new storage room and do a couple of other things. The seniors disappeared. So, I called their parents to let them know the girls needed to be at school Monday or they would have ISS Thursday. Nice rounding out of the year to let me know that they absolutely don't give a shit about school or me.

I sent a text last night to Austin. Yeah, a part of me hoped he would respond and let me know that I was wrong. He really does want to have a relationship. Turns out no. Not a word. It all just wears me out. I've been dating way too long. So back onto suckmylifeoutofme.com we'll see what happens.

I don't think I've talked to the BFF in a week. I don't even know how I feel about it. I don't have anything positive to say. I'm  not happy. Nothing feels like it is going right. Why would anyone want to talk to me? I manage to get through each day, and I am so glad. But I don't have the energy to talk to anyone. I'm just glad I made it through another day.

I'm giving Peppy a ride (girl who lives near me. Sold her car, and hasn't found a new one yet) to and from school. She is a happy little chatter box. Hurts my head. just a little. I love her, she is great, but I worry that she hates having to ride with me because I add nothing to the convo. Of course the afternoons are funny because we seem to end up at bars everyday. My liver might appreciate her getting her new car.

That's really the only conversation that I'm having these days. Mostly I'm just trying to survive. I'd love to get my act together and have things improve, but not sure I see it happening soon.

On the other hand, at least we only have 5 days left of school.

We'll be taxing the shit out of you...

Got my notice from the City of Dallas that the city feels my property is worth about $40,000 more than I paid for it which happens to be about $7000 more than I think it is worth. I've begun taking photos and collecting data to submit in an effort to get them to lower my taxes. It pains me. I would be lucky to break even if I tried to sell the house today. Pretty sure even with what I've done, (and let's be honest I've already made drastic improvements!) that I couldn't see this place. Certainly piles of trash get taken away every time I have a bulk pick-up opportunity. But I seem to have an endless supply of trash to be carried away.

Pinterest and pallets

So, Blondie got me a invite to Pinterest which is the coolest thing on the internet. Hours and hours can be lost looking at what other people have "pinned" and marking kitchen ideas, bath ideas and various outfits that I would love to own. Early on I discovered the "pallet coffee tables" very cool. I wanted to make one desperately. AND I happen to be on the receiving end of pallets once a year when yearbooks are delivered. I began my campaign for my books to arrive on decent looking pallets in March. I must have been successful, because Vickie took no chances and actually just sent two pallets on top of the boxes of books, with a note of love and affection : )

I got a couple of boys to load my car up. The guy that drove the truck of yearbooks down poo poo'd my plan saying my car was too small. I happen to know that my little Escape rocks and had plenty of room (also I had found a pallet put out for bulk pick-up about a month earlier. I snagged it with no delay and got it home safe and sound.) So, by the end of yearbook delivery day, we had unloaded 5 pallets of yearbooks, and I was in possession of 4 pallets!!

I headed out to Home Depot and purchased wheels, and a can of stain. Then I went to work. And happy, happy, joy, joy.  I spent a couple of days basically covered in stain. Turns out I'm not all that neat with a paint brush. But, I was able to make a pallet coffee table for the patio and one for the front living room. They both made me deliriously happy.

And just because it is funny, please look closely at the picture of the outdoor pallet. Yes, those are some fine looking $20 home depot chairs, but off to the right you can see Buddy sticking his head out of the doggie door. That is actually his preferred summer activity...air conditioning the out doors. He wants to keep his eye on things, but it is way too hot to have a total outdoor experience. That dog kills me. He really does.