On my quest to move on from "smoking hot guy" I realized...I'm still young and I've still got it. I never really appreciated my pimping skills until now. I actually didn't consider myself the kind of person that had pimping skills in the first place! In the early years of my dating career, I was always the aggressor. I'm naturally an aggressive person, it has taken me YEARS to tame the beast. I've had many people tell me that this is not a positive trait, to be aggressive and a girl. To that I say..."go fly a kite" I like my aggressive nature. I have learned to take this aggression out on physical exercise (I'm getting to the point I promise) and use what's left over to lure men in. How do you lure them in you ask? Easy, just be a girl. Bat your eyelashes, smile, make eye contact and watch them chase you like crazy hunters. It is not magic, it's biology. Men are the hunters and women are the gatherers. We as women have many roles in society but what we are naturally gifted at is gathering tons of information and adapting to our surroundings. Men are naturals at hunting women and making them happy. Honestly, all they want to do is make us happy and the only thing we have to do to trigger this instinct is to share our femininity with them. They just want to bathe in it and be around us. I know it sounds so textbook easy but, in the dating world it can be quite a challenge.
Since, I decided to put this hunter/gatherer theory to the test I started to go out more. I wanted to observe men in their natural habitat and test my theory out. What better testing ground is there then a baseball game? The guys there are already having fun and their testosterone is pumping. In some miraculous way I managed to get suite tickets to a Dodger game, I was so excited to go to my first baseball game! I was even more excited when I walked into the suite and saw 2 guys I have had my eye on earlier this year. They came to the game together, apparently they are friends. It was like someone handed me a present with a big red bow on it and called it Christmas in September. One of the guys is very funny, charming and has a great personality we will call him "nerd boy" his friend is all of these things plus a little pretentious and arrogant. We will call his friend "the wingman". The entire game I made eye contact, smiled and laughed at their jokes when the opportunity arose. Next thing I know, the game is over and everyone is going to the dugout bar. At the bar "nerd boy" and "the wingman" make plans with my friends and I to go to a hot downtown bar. Everyone gets in their cars to race through the streets of Silver Lake and arrive in downtown. This bar is very happening for a tuesday night. There are pool tables, a live band and an artist creating portraits of people right before your eyes!
Even though the bartender spilled an entire glass of beer on me, I had the best time. Both guys were very attentive and nice. I wasn't sure which one was interested in me. "The wingman" bought a round of 10 year old whiskey (which was quite impressive) and "nerd boy" pointed out some guy trying to talk to me. While I was in the middle of a conversation with both of them. So I was a little confused. Finally "the wingman" did his job. When "nerd boy" went to the bathroom he said "I think my friend might be a little too drunk to drive" "You might have to take him home, or better yet take him to your home". Thanks for straightening everything out "wingman"! After that "the wingman" walked home and "nerd boy" stayed to hangout with me and my friends. We had a great conversation, he wanted to know all about me. He even kissed my shoulder and put his arm around me. He basically found any reason to touch me while we were talking, it was very sweet. By the end of the night I was sold on "nerd boy".
After he walked us to our car, "nerd boy" and I said our goodbyes and didn't exchange numbers only screen names. (By the way screen names is the modern day way of saying "I'm just not that into you"). We chatted online for a week and "nerd boy" never made a move. What's a girl to think? Well, there is always "the wingman" right?
Monday, November 15, 2010
The Bitch is Back!
It seemed like I had a date with destiny when I asked "smoking hot guy" to watch my cats while I was out of town for a couple of days. It was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Even if it was just for a long weekend, I needed a new perspective to deal with this whole situation. After the "strip blackjack" night, we talked as usual but no dates. My patience was wearing thin and I needed some space to figure things out. "Bulletproof" by La Roux had become my new theme song and I was smoking cigarettes most nights. I needed to wash the boy out of my hair especially since there was a big possibility he would be moving. I was hoping for a nice "distraction" on my getaway but, no such luck. Little did I know what awaited me when I came back was much juicier!
The night I went to pick up my keys from "smoking hot guy" I put on a brave face because I didn't know what to expect. He gives me my keys and casually mentions he is getting laid off at the end of the month and plans to move to Israel! Since when is Israel on the top five vacation destination spots list? Naturally I'm in shock, I don't even have room to be a supportive friend at this point. So I ask what any girl would ask....how long do you plan on living in Israel? His answer: "I don't know....a couple of years?" I just clammed up and didn't really have a readable reaction after that. What can I say, he laid a bomb on me! It was an "all of a sudden" kind of bomb which caused me to feel hurt and totally shocked at the same time. He kept trying to read the expression on my face and kept asking me if I was okay? All I could say was "I'm okay" I got in my car and left. It was right then and there that I decided I had to let him go.
The sobbing and over analyzing that us women are SO good at, only lasted a week. There really is no point with this one. Strangely enough it was easy, kind of a relief from the holding pattern. I thought I would be hysterically crying and down in the dumps for awhile. But, instead I couldn't wait to get out there again and meet someone new. I was in full rebound mode and I've never felt so alive and full of hope. I was back in the game! I guess that is what 11 years of dating in Los Angeles does to you.
The night I went to pick up my keys from "smoking hot guy" I put on a brave face because I didn't know what to expect. He gives me my keys and casually mentions he is getting laid off at the end of the month and plans to move to Israel! Since when is Israel on the top five vacation destination spots list? Naturally I'm in shock, I don't even have room to be a supportive friend at this point. So I ask what any girl would ask....how long do you plan on living in Israel? His answer: "I don't know....a couple of years?" I just clammed up and didn't really have a readable reaction after that. What can I say, he laid a bomb on me! It was an "all of a sudden" kind of bomb which caused me to feel hurt and totally shocked at the same time. He kept trying to read the expression on my face and kept asking me if I was okay? All I could say was "I'm okay" I got in my car and left. It was right then and there that I decided I had to let him go.
The sobbing and over analyzing that us women are SO good at, only lasted a week. There really is no point with this one. Strangely enough it was easy, kind of a relief from the holding pattern. I thought I would be hysterically crying and down in the dumps for awhile. But, instead I couldn't wait to get out there again and meet someone new. I was in full rebound mode and I've never felt so alive and full of hope. I was back in the game! I guess that is what 11 years of dating in Los Angeles does to you.
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