The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 11

Day-11If you’ve visited here before, you may remember, I hate dating. Hate. I pride myself on not feeling hate, let alone using the word; however, I hate dating.

Dating is awkward. There is the awkward questions, awkward answers, awkward silences. The whole dog and pony show is ridiculous. I think I’m going to take on Mandy’s rule of coffee first dates only. Even though I don’t drink coffee.

I’m pretty sure that after 5 minutes I’ve made up my opinion about my date which is really bad on my part, I know. Actually, I’m hoping that I’ll know within 5 minutes if he’s the one, as well. Wouldn’t that be fantastic?!

So, I hate dating so pretty much every first date is horrendous. Second or third dates are better.

There was the guy who asked to split the check. No biggie, I get it. Well, he picked up appetizers and one round of drinks, $30 + tip. We were having such a great time, we moved to the bar to continue the evening and watch a basketball game. That’s where he started taking shots with his beers. Notice the plural, multiple shots, multiple beers. So, when the $60 bar tab came, it was my turn to pay…because we split the check. Plus tip. He also set up a date with me for later that week and told me he’d call and confirm the time once he checked his calendar. Guess who didn’t call?

There was the guy that I met online who seemed pretty decent through email and phone calls. I met him at a local bar/restaurant for just a drink. He got there first and motioned for me at the door to his table. I thought it was weird that he didn’t get up, but whatever. Then we had very intense conversations over our one beer. I had already determined this was a “one and done” and told the waitress we were ready for the check. When the $6 check appeared, he grabbed it like he was going to pay then said “you owe me $3 plus tip.” I’m more than happy to split the check, but the way he acted was just odd. Because I had cash (which I never had), I gave him a $10 and said, “no worries, it’s on me” and handed it to the waitress motioning for her to keep the change. You would have thought I just sucker punched him! Once the waitress walked away, he whispered “do you realize you just gave her a $4 tip?”. I thanked him for the conversation, shook his hand and left quickly.

When I ordered a chicken caesar salad on a first date, my date responded with “oh, you’re one of those girls?”.  And I stayed with him for two years. Guess my d-bag radar wasn’t sharp that day.

I went on a group date once where I had a great time with the guy I was being set up with and really thought it was the start of something. We set up a one-on-one date for the next week. We were talking every day and thing seemed great until I asked if we could meet 30 minutes later than planned the next day. He was totally cool with it and asked why, which I totally expected. I told him I had an appointment to get my nails done and I didn’t want to be late meeting him. He got really quite and quickly got off the phone. About 30 minutes later, I got a text cancelling our date because he’s never dated a “girly-girl” before and doesn’t think he wants to. So, ladies, if you get your nails done, consider yourself a “girly-girl”.

Does this shed any light on my hatred of dating? And those are just the ones I haven’t blocked from my memory.

Until tomorrow!

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 10

Day-10Growing up, I absolutely hated my name – Pam. And Pamela was worse. Pamela was only used when I was in trouble or during attendance the first day of school when I politely requested to be called Pam.

And the list of nicknames…I could go on for days:

  • Spam
  • Spamela
  • Pammy/Pammie (This one I actually like…but only spelled with an “ie”…..unless you’re Lindy.
  • Peter Pam
  • Map
  • Mapela

And then there was the dreaded adolescent boy favorite: “Wham, Bam, Thank you Pam.”

Also, my mother’s name is Patricia or Pat. Pat and Pam, Pam and Pat. To this day people get us our names confused.

To make matters worse, when you look up Pamela in the traditional baby name book – it means “All Honey”.

WTF!!

Now over my last 35 years, I’ve become accustomed to Pam, Pamela and Pammie. My nieces and nephew know to call me “Aunt Pammie” or get tickled mercilessly.

So, I was really not looking forward to this post until I found this nifty site on the interwebs.

How cool that my name came from a story?! Now I feel like I should become one with said story, but we’ll see.

And a “soul urge” and “expression” number – might be in heaven – I love this stuff.  My soul urge number is so me – to a T. My expression number is about right until the part of being in the limelight…no way. I’m the woman behind the curtain making sure everything is perfect.

I guess to actually answer this challenge question – Talk about how my name fits or doesn’t fit me. Totally fits! Because I am sweet as honey.

I’ll leave you on that sweet note.
Smooches!

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 9

Day-9-300x300 I have been looking forward to this post for so long! I was even going to post the scene from Sex and the City where the ladies have this exact same conversation about their SSB (Secret Single Behavior). However, I can’t find the clip on the interwebs and don’t know how to do it on my computer….since I own the entire series.

You’re just going to have to trust me.

There are a few things that aren’t exactly secret that I find quirky about myself. I can’t sleep without a fan on. I hate wearing makeup and remove it as soon as I get home. If I could wear my hear in a Pebbles Flintstones ponytail at all times, I would be ecstatic. I love to cut my cuticles and do so several times a week.

One thing that I’ve never done with a boyfriend is my cookie thing. I’ll buy a package of the break and bake chocolate chip cookies. They have to be Pillsbury, not Toll House or Trader Joe’s.  I’ll bake 4-6 of them in the evening and camp out of the couch and eat them while they are warm. I don’t do this every night but there are times a girl just needs her cookies.

There are two very important reasons why this is an SSB. First, I’m afraid he might judge me. You know, I have a few extra lbs and I know cookies do not help this issue. I don’t need the judgement. But the best/real reason – I don’t want to share. These are my 4-6 warm, chocolate chip cookies and I want them all.

My secret it out!! Stay tuned….

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 8

Day-8Cutting my list to 5….how can I ever do that? Here it goes…

1. He has to get me. Like really get me. And likes the me that he gets. He will love that I snort at times when I laugh. And when I’m really tickled (or had a few cocktails), my laughter turns to tears. He has to tolerate, or better yet, enjoy my love of car dancing. He has to love me being lazy and love me being active. He has to  get my drama, sarcasm, snarkiness. He has to get me.

2. I need to be important to him. We need to be important to him. He needs to be important to me. We need to be important to me. It sounds so simple but it’s been a long time since this has been a priority to me.

3. A family man. Family must be important to him. And it has to be important that my family is important to me. I’ve had too many relationships where it’s a choice – his family or my family. I want both. I’m all about compromise.

4. He has to have a healthy outlet that has nothing to do without me. Softball, golf, running group, whatever, just a healthy outlet that allows for a healthy relationship.

5. Faith in a higher power. I’m not sure what’s out there so I refer to it as ‘the universe”.  When I’m really feeling spiritual, I speak to God. I need him to believe there is something out there bigger than us.

And because I am an overachiever:

6. Laughter – laugh at me, laugh with me, laugh at yourself – laughter has and will continue to be a part of my life!

Still catching up! More soon!

 

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 7

Day-7As I said in Day 6, I’m exactly where I am supposed to be.

However, I always thought that you met your soul mate in college, married shortly after, rocked a successful career, starting having babies, and lived happily ever after.

Then I graduated, single and with a degree I had no idea what to do with so, there’s that.

I shifted my priorities from the perfect man to the perfect career. This meant changing jobs and professions more times than I should admit. I went back to school…twice. I now have all of this education (that’s I’ll be paying for until I’m 80) and all this experience and still have no idea what I’m doing professionally.

Since college, I’ve dated two men who seriously. One I pushed away by focusing more on getting married than being a good girlfriend. The other was an alcoholic who I tried to save. Both would have made me pretty miserable if it had worked out.

Since college, I’ve always wanted to live out of Indiana. First, it was California, then Florida, then Washington D.C. But when it was finally a good time to “make the move” something came up. And for quite a few years it was a new niece or nephew. Of course, I couldn’t live thousands of miles away from them – how would they ever know me.

I’ve really been putting myself first the last few years which is definitely not like me. I’ve stopped looking for excuses. I’ve stopped making excuses. And I’m exactly where I am supposed to be.

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 6

Day-6I believe that every woman, every person for that matter has the exact life they want. We all make choices in our life and at this moment are in the exact spot we want to be – whether we are discussing love, work, friends. We make a choice to be date or not to date. We make a choice to live in Indiana or California. We make a choice to allow people to continue to walk all over us or we can stand up.

Every person has the exact life they want.

I’m a bit off schedule but should be able to catch up. Until next time…

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 5

Day-5Top 3 Biggest Misconception:

1. As single women we sit at home alone every night, crying into our pillow, eating bon bon’s and wishing on every star for the perfect man to magically appear in our life. We must be desperate and depressed and overall miserable.

2. Single women are broken and unlovable. There must be something we are doing to turn men away. Is it the hump that we are able to hide all the time…except when men are around? Maybe it’s the psycho way that we run every man out of our life by being obsessive and controlling. I mean, 35 year-old and single, there must be a BIG ISSUE here.

3. Single women will date anyone…because we’re single. Sure, set me up with your second cousin with bad teeth and a dozen children by a dozen different women. I’m single so of course that’s the man I want even though you know good and well bad teeth are a deal breaker for me.

I’m pretty sure I could continue this list for days but I don’t want to look like a cynical, lonely, broken single person.

Until tomorrow,
Pam