Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Second Date

About 3 weeks ago, maybe more, I met a guy at a local restaurant. He asked me for my number, I took his, and eventually, we went out on a date. Right off the bat, I knew he wasn't the guy for me. Four beers later, I thought, he's nice, so why not get to know him? I should mention her that I'm 35, not in college, and someone who knows better.

Tonight was the second date. It was much tamer than the first (not that the first was wild, but still). Dinner and a movie. I believe I can't date someone who unbuttons that many buttons (more than 2). There's more, like the adult video dvd collection, the fact that he doesn't like outdoorsy things, and is a gym rat. Clean freak, doesn't like to get dirty, and might color his hair. To hide the grays, not for style. Is fidgety, and is focused on the physical, not the intellectual. I'm all about a balance but really, I want someone who wants to get to know me, not just get to know my breasts. I just can't do it. He seems like a nice enough guy but there are too many strikes and not enough sparks for it to work out. Sad. For him. For me... stressful, because I hate to have to tell someone that it's not going to work out. Oh well. Never should have had the second date.

I have a friend who handles this in a way that I should have handled it: She doesn't answer the phone or return calls. I think I should implement this program.

It's a little bit skunky, it's a little bit rock and roll

For the second time in a week, a skunk has sprayed in my back yard, and lucky me, the window in my bedroom was open. It's foul upstairs.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

I love ice cream

And this guy's talking about starting an ice cream mob. kinda funny.

On Dating, Part 2

You know there should be a second date when the guy says: "Whenever you go out with me, you'll never pay. I won't let the woman pay." But then, you find out that he's just a big 37-year-old 14-year-old and you realize, it won't go anywhere. It would just be for fun. And then, you think, why the hell shouldn't I have some fun? The (currently unresolved) moral dilemma.

Odd Girl Out

I was in a 7-hour meeting this week with about 12 other people and would you believe I was the ONLY one who was single? The ONLY ONE!!! What the fuck?






THE ONLY ONE!!!!!





I can't stand it.

Kelly from The Office

The last line in this post cracked me up.

Monday, July 16, 2007

The Beginning of the End

I've done it. I've thrown in the towel on youth. That must be why I checked a Celine Dion CD out of the library tonight and played it in the car while driving to 2 different grocery stores to find the right variety of cat food earlier tonight. And to top it off, I was wearing sweats. Gross. (but so comfortable. my high school self would have worn more jersey knit if she'd know it was so comfortable.)

On a positive note, I also got these CDs. These will help make a great running CD.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Open House Update

nobody came.

House Talk

The house has been on the market for about 4 weeks. It's a really good house. It's 3 bedrooms, 8 rooms, hardwoods, character (arts and crafts bungalow, people, the architecture of the early 1900s!! (and late 1800s). This house should sell like that. Oh wait, I forgot. There are 32 stairs up to the front door and no driveway. God forbid you don't have a driveway. It's on a dead-end street and I park in front of the house every goddamn day of the year. It's not a problem. But no... lazy people don't want to even walk up the freaking stairs to see the inside.

Anyway, in the first month there hasn't been much activity:

2 individual showings
2 calls for drive-bys, but no follow-up calls
5 people came to the open house, 2 went up the stairs and 3 kept going after telling the realtor that there were too many stairs.

Other factors that have impacted the progress:

Father's Day
Summer
Independence Day
School getting out

The realtor said it would be a good idea to lower the price to below a certain amount, to attract another group of buyers. SO... I did. And now I'm not sure if I should be regretting it. My brother said that realtors just want you to lower the price so it will sell faster, and that they don't care what it sells for, they get their commission either way. It's too late; I've lowered the price. What the hell am I supposed to do? I know that listings get stale, I know that people don't like to look at a house that's been on the market for a long time because they automatically assume something is wrong with it. I do it - I don't want to look at that house that's been listed for a year because clearly there's something that is turning people away. I assume I'm paying a realtor because that person is an expert, and they are getting paid not only to advertise and manage the showings and closing and all that, but also because they know what will sell a house. I know it's a little like a used car salesman, but I also know that I'm pricing the house at a price that is comfortable for me, and that if someone offers something lower than the acceptable price, I'm going to turn it down. Plain and simple. It's just frustrating to get advice from people who've never sold a house before and then to second-guess my decisions, especially when it's sort of too late to go back on it.

Today's the second open house. I have to do a little cat-hair-cleaning and sweeping up of some catnip that I gave the kitties to relax them. Among all this house process, one cat was accidentally left out of the house all night, then spent the next whole day hiding under the bed. The other one has been pulling her fur out and has a bald belly and back of the hind legs. The vet says she's stressed. Or that it's an allergy. She gave her an allergy shot and if her fur grows back, it was probably that. But I'm banking on stress, mainly because the house is really clean, all her toys are put away, I'm never home because I'm either working, going to the gym, or looking for condos (I'm on a break from that last one until the house sells). Also, the neighbor's cat keeps peeing on the back door so I'm constantly cleaning it up. And the other neighbor's cat is spending lots of time in the front garden. (Garden. Ha! Weed bed, more like it.)

So anyway, I have to shower, tidy up, and get out of the house and find something to do while this open house goes on. The plan is to shop for a new swim suit. Fun.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

On Dating

You know there shouldn't or won't be a second date when:

  1. In response to your offer to split the dinner bill, he says: "Well, actually, you make more money than me so you should pay."
  2. He invites you out for a drink, then lets his friend buy you a beer, and doesn't offer you his seat, even though there are only 3 seats and you are a party of 4.
  3. He's allergic to cats and you tell him you might be a little crazy (and you have 2 cats).
  4. You go to his house (blind date) and when he answers the door, you think "This can't be the guy. He must be going get his roommate, who I'm actually supposed to go out with." And you're wrong.
Shouldn't: 2, 3
Wasn't: 1, 3

Good times.