This is a weird goodbye
4/23/10 9:51 PM
When it comes to spitting game, my mouth is dry. The words that slip out of my mouth and into the ears of the fine gentlemen that attempt to initially court me normally make them run in the opposite direction screaming and flailing their hands in the air like wild geese. The other night while out with a group of friends, a boy approached me and asked why I was wearing a fancy white dress. Lack of a good answer consumed my mind, so I immediately responded by saying that I am an astronaut that just returned from space. Ok, let’s pause. Take your hands off your forehead and stop saying, “Jenny Jenny Jenny, how could you?” I have had countless good friends try to tell me that I’d be better off if I just keep my mouth shut, reach out my hand and say the rehearsed...Boy bashing
4/9/10 12:09 PM
Females are complicated. I won’t even begin to try to explain the ways of women or defend some of our crazy and over exaggerated actions that provoke us in relationships. I must say, we do deal with some things differently. After a nasty breakup, for example, some of us spend days crying, using up tissue boxes and overdosing on ice cream and Lifetime moves. Others, go out, find themselves someone new to wrap their arms around and fill their hearts with. But, one thing that remains consistent with my species is our tendency to boy bash. Guys, what does this mean? A simple flow of dialogue works best to sum this up: Girl 1: Ugh, he is such a jerk. Seriously, all guys suck. Girl 2: I totally know what you mean, Joey was the same way. He never texts me back. Girl 3: For real. Guys...Don’t de-friend me, Bro
3/26/10 12:18 PM
Sometimes I feel like a robot. With hours spent updating my Facebook status and stalking profiles of people that I barely know in the real world, I feel like a lot of my relationships and friendships are not like they used to be B.F (before Facebook). I find it spine tingling when people can utter casual facts about people walking on campus that they are random Facebook friends with or spit out the highly respected question “Are you Facebook official?” when you start to date someone. But recently, I have come in contact with the overwhelming feeling of astonishment that strikes when you realize someone has de-friended you. The other night, I ran into a friend of mine that I could not be more excited to see. It had been a little bit of time since our last encounter which gave...Man up
3/5/10 1:15 PM
There are very few conversations that can get my old self riled up these days. Talk of politics and religion don’t even come close to making me feel as livid as talk of “who wears the pants” in relationships. The other day, I entered myself into a screaming match that had me lunged over a table with pointed fingers yelling in a boys face. He told me about a new girl he met that struck his interest and wanted to know what to do next. I told him he should friend her on Facebook, ask for her phone number or make some kind indication that he was indeed interested in her. His reply? “No way.” As if his unrealistic vision that she would be able to gaze into his sea-foam eyes or read his smoke signals would work better. “She should make the first...Let's make introductions more straightforward
2/26/10 6:41 PM
I am all about straightforward introductions. It makes meeting eye-catching prospects a whole lot easier. Instead of a handshake and a, “Hello, my name is Jen,” I would like to just tell someone the important facts about myself and receive a likewise answer in return. This method would weed out all of the deal-breaking information that comes up way too late in the mating process. I entered into the talking zone with a guy who would regularly call me to hang out. My phone would ring at least once a week with an offer to hang out with him and his buddies or to grab dinner with each other. This weekly ritual lasted for around five weeks until finally I told him if he wants to really hang out with me he needs to get serious and stop inviting me to play Wii with his roommates or...
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