For those of you who are new followers, this is Jane, and I was a serial dater all summer. In part, for a project, but also because it was entertaining trying on different personalities for a bunch of men I will never see again.
On a night that Joan and I went dancing, we met a couple of guys that clung to us like you would not believe. They were nice, so it wasn’t that bad at first, but we eventually had to shake them. I was a little too drunk to lie when one asked for my number, so I apparently gave it to him. Over the next couple of weeks, he kept trying to get me to go on a date with him.
I should add that through some questionable connections, I have a lot of investigative “resources” that I utilize often when men try to date me or date my girlfriends. So, Joan(roommate) and I decided to get some info on this guy to see if he was as decent as he lead on.
It’s not hard to get a read off of someone just after you’ve seen their social media. He read like a douchey player. I politely declined his first few attempts to go on a date. After he wasn’t accepting my efforts to brush him off, Joan and I decided to mess with him. We googled his home address (google maps is a really creepy thing) and saw his home and what looked like a creepy, rusting shed. So, then this happened:
(I renamed him ‘Snorin’, because he was boring and it rhymed with his name)
After that exchange, Snorin was freaked out. He kept asking me how I found his address, and said “I won’t take you on a date unless you tell me how you found my address. Seriously.” I replied “I completely understand. Take care. Xx”, and I never heard from Snorin again.
The photo above was from when the conversation took place. I no longer have his number in my phone, and we have no friends in common but for some reason Facebook thinks basicandbipolar’s account knows him. Well, you caught me Facebook. I creeped the fuck out of that fuckyboy once. Poor Snorin’.
Well, guys…it’s no wonder why I’m single. But to be honest, I have yet to meet my match. When I do, I probably won’t be a complete jackass. *fingers crossed*
I’ve recently discovered this gorgeous unicorn of a woman on Instagram (by the way, B&B’s IG is POPPIN’! 2K followers and counting!) Anyway, this wonderful woman happens to be a designer!! I was obsessed with everything she was wearing: I love spandex, I love neutrals, and I love anything that hugs my curves.
Here name is Ciera Rogers (@cierarogers) and she’s the founder of babesandfelines.com (@babesandfelines). She’s fantastic and so is her line. It’s worn by everyone right now (even Kim K: the queen of curves). I just made my first of, what I assumed, many many more to come.
I’ll update you all on my satisfaction with my purchase, but I have a feeling it’s going to involve a lot of heart-eye emoji’s.
This site (link inserted above) is everything. It’s a must-check-out!
“There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.” –Madeleine Albright, former United States Ambassador to the United Nations
Seriously though, I’m not messin’ with that meme. Feminist rants really are my jam… So, here’s one of my favorite rants: the importance of supporting your fellow female badass……
Is there anything more special than having female friends?
I’ve noticed over the years that it appears to be a really trendy thing to label oneself as a “guy’s girl”, or the type of girl who “has more guy friends than girl friends”, because “women attract drama.” Now, there’s obviously nothing wrong with having an abundance of male friends; I have plenty of guy friends. I’m talking about the women who avoid making friends with women-This has never been true for me.I was raised only by women, and I have…
As I’ve been very forthcoming in much of my writing, most of you know I’m sort of the queen of breakups. Not quite the queen of relationships, but definitely the queen of breakups. Now why would a bright twenty-something be both a commitment-phobe AND a relationship-type? Because why not.
But to be honest, I’m just so sick of trying and feeling like I failed again. I came across this post on Thought Catalog, and it resonated so well with me. I’ve been this woman; I’ve had her same thoughts; I’ve felt her same unhappiness when someone I loved was constantly choosing being “busy” over me, and I’ve been devastated when I realized I was the only one in the relationship that was fighting to make it work.
They say that if a man is not ready for commitment, even if you bring him all the ladies in the world and hand it to him on a silver platter, he still will not commit. They also say that if a man really values you and doesn’t want to lose you, he will do everything he can to keep you, because that is the real challenge, the challenge is not getting someone, the challenge is keeping them.
I was trying to find a happy medium between two paradoxical facts, so I was giving you your time but at the same time I wanted ‘more’ from you. We had good times, we laughed, we had intimate conversations, and we had a very strong connection, but you also had that with many other women, and I had that with many other men. Sometimes I felt we acted more like friends than lovers but isn’t that a good thing? Either way I wanted to “make this work”. I was tired of failed relationships, I was tired of meaningless flings, I was tired of being lonely, I was just tired and you gave me something to fight for.
I fought for you and for the relationship to work, but later on I realized that if I continue fighting, I will be fighting myself, because in the soundless moments that I refrained from everyone and thought about this relationship, that little voice inside my head told me that it’s not what you want, it’s not how it should be, you are not happy, and when I paused and reflected, I was the only one fighting, while you were trying.
I think the older you get, you look for those who can comfort you and be there for you as opposed to someone you can have fun with or just kill time with. You want security, knowing that when everyone walks out of your life, that person will walk in, and I never felt that, I felt that you were in the front line of people who are constantly disappointing me. So I left, and I may have looked back a couple of times, but it was nothing more than pure nostalgia.
I guess this is what’s funny about relationships, you think you want something out of a specific relationship only to realize that you want something totally different.
I don’t know if it’s because you get to know yourself better, or because in the darkest of moments, when you are alone in bed thinking about the meaning of life, you come to understand that all you ever want is to be loved a little more, and understood a little better, and sometimes you can’t just keep these two truths under wraps and when you unravel them, you want to make sure that your partner will embrace them instead of running away.
You were always “busy” doing other stuff; sometimes absolutely nothing, but you always chose “busy” over me, and eventually I chose me over “busy” and started giving more time to those who made time for me. Why do we always remember those who were always there for us when we find no one else? Why can’t we just value their presence without having to feel their absence?
When I saw how amazing you were to your friends, I realized that you are capable of being a giving & generous man-just not with me. How do you explain that? I don’t know. Maybe this where the whole ‘not meant to be’ thing comes into play. We just didn’t bring out the best in each other. Why? Because we weren’t meant to be.
So I guess I thank you for paving the way for me to know who I should be with, the kind of man I should look for, and what I want out of a relationship. Thank you for teaching me that no matter how hard I try to change myself to please someone, they can still reject it.
Thank you for making me embrace my core and stop changing myself for a relationship that does not go the distance. Thank you for reminding me that people can say we are so ‘perfect’ together, and then say ‘we saw it coming’ when it’s over. I learned not to listen to them anymore.
Thank you for making me realize how dangerous infatuation can be, we soon find ourselves doing things we never thought we would, so blinded by the VERY obvious facts, and clinging to strings of false hope. Sometimes you ask yourself what was I thinking? The answer is you weren’t.
It wasn’t easy getting over you, attachment is a double-edged sword, but I learned that in relationships it’s better to break your own heart and save yourself from falling apart. Thank you for making me aware of the lines we shouldn’t cross in relationships, and how blurry these lines can be when you’re in love. Thank you for bringing me one step closer to ‘the one.’
This is a must-read. Body image issues is something that we can ALL relate to.
Originally published on XoJane.com
Growing up as an Asian American, I knew I would never have the long legs or double lidded blue eyes of the models that graced the TV screens and magazines I saw. Hell, I might not even have the tan skin if my melanin continued to refuse to cooperate. I recognized […]
And second: am I the only one who finds it incredibly condescending when someone says “you’ll meet him/her when the timing is right. It just has to happen organically.”??? -I like the idea of not having to put forth effort, but nothing actually happens organically. I’d love to say I’m not pushy, but I am. I’m always making moves to get things accomplished. Nothing great in my life has ever happened organically. I had to put in a sufficient amount of effort to make ANYTHING work.
I’m 25, and have been dating for a decade. Yes, there are women out there who have been dating in their adulthood a lot longer than I, but I’m exhausted.
My type has gone from so narrow and picky that it was comedic, to “must be a decent human being, with whom I can have great conversations and moments with.” -I obviously want to be attracted to them, but I tend to find intellect and a mutual connection more attractive with my aging. He doesn’t have to be freakishly tall, British, funny, athletic, bilingual, 5+ years older, dark, and handsome. <I told you it was comedic>
He can be a normal human being, because I am a normal human being. I mean, I think I’m a catch, but I’m not Giselle Bündchen.
So, how the F**K do I go about “bumping into” this normal and sophisticated gent in an organic fashion? ….Do I hover over Tolstoy at the old bookstore, with hopes that I’ll have a meetcute with some cutie who ALSO is obsessed with early 19th century literature? -Come on, guys… that’s not actually a thing. Meeting people organically is total bullshit. So, until then… the cutie in the produce section will have to do.