Online Dating Chronicles | The Creeped Out Becomes The Creeper

With this whole online dating thing, I haven’t actively gone looking for guys to talk to.  If they message me, I message back (sometimes).  If they view my profile, I look at their profile (most times).  And if they send me a “flirt” I delete it and forget it ever happened (all times).  But when this certain guy looked at my profile, I, for some reason, could not stop looking at his.  He isn’t my normal type.  And I know it wouldn’t work out.  But there was something about him… I still can’t figure out what it is.

Anyway, I decided after we both had looked at each other’s profiles about 5 times (I’m a creep, I know!  But it was over more than a week’s time!) I would write him a message.  Now, this was the first time I had sent someone a message first… And I was terrified.  But, like my sister said when I was being forced to sign up for this site, it was time for me to face my fears.  And I did it.  I wrote the message.  Clicked the send button.  And regretted it two seconds after. 

The next day, I got an email that said he had replied to my message.  I would not even log onto the site to see what it said – I was too scared.  I decided that online dating wasn’t for me and a life full of cats was in my future.

I thought I was making progress with my whole fear of dating & commitment on this site, but I guess I was wrong.  I need Dr. Phil!

GIRL CRASHES AND BURNS BECAUSE SHE DID NOT CHECK HER BLIND SPOT

I know that the suspense has been killing you waiting for this post that was promised to you back in the beginning of September. But if we fulfilled all our promises right away you would probably never come back to our blog and check for these updates. This is just our way of making sure we keep our viewers!

What are blind spots you ask?!

Well it all started late on a Sunday evening as we decided to take a stroll around a lake! Great idea you would think, right? WRONG! We failed to take into account the fact that we had a LOT of water this year! Every path we tried to take turned out not to be so much as a path but a puddle of mud! Shoes were ruined, moods were...well not their best. But we still managed to have a good time. We did some planking (which we will soon master), jumped off benches for some great pictures (once we actually managed to get ONE of us all in the air), and hid behind trees. It turned out to be a great night.

As we were driving home the atmosphere changed and the conversation quickly became very serious! We started talking about life, and love and the lack thereof. We are cute, fun girls. Boys should like us! So it became our mission to figure out what was wrong with us and why we were failing at the game of love.

Now we can all say what's wrong with us and why we think our relationships fail. But only an outsider, and a really good friend will be completely honest with you and tell you what you can't see. Hence the term "blind spots."

We went around and told each other what we think their blind spots are. We came up with quite the list: keeping guys in the "friend" zone, never letting it move past that, flirt with ALL boys so the boys you do like have no idea cause you act no differently towards them, scared of commitment, avoid boys when they try to contact you, fall fast and fall hard, scared to let someone in to your life...you get the point right?

All these things we found out about ourselves have been preventing us from having the fairy tale every girl wants...well every normal girl. So ladies, to avoid future accidents be sure you check your blind spots before moving over!

high five?

We were at a concert last night, all of us.  STAMPS, a band that I had never heard of, just finished playing, and the lead singer was walking past.  We made eye contact, he lifted his hand, I lifted mine, and the rest is history – the perfect high five.  No words were exchanged, no explanations given, only the unspoken expectations of what a high five should be.

Tommy & The High Pilots had finished playing, and talk about déjà vu, the lead singer was walking by.  He gave a high five to Concert buddy #One.  “Me too?” Concert buddy #Two added.  Being terrified to asked for one, I did not say anything.  He looked my direction.  I froze.  He went in for a hug, accidentally punching concert buddy #One in the face.  After the embrace, I blurted out,  “Can we get a picture with you?!”

Needless to say, I am now in love with the lead singers of STAMPS and Tommy & The High Pilots.

All last night’s talk of high fives made me think about a date I went on years ago.  We had a game night with a few individuals, and then, since it was early February, we went to the store to pick up some cheesy Valentine’s Day cards. It was a fun date.  Well, I thought it was fun.  We talked, we laughed, we drank Jamba, we acted like children.  Skip to the doorstep scene: We talked about how fun the night was, and then, naturally, we gave each other a high five.  A HIGH FIVE.

Reader, I know what you are thinking, “Wow!  If that was a good date, I would hate/love to know what happens on a bad one.” I can sum a bad date up in two words: NEAR TEARS (and not me, the young man).

Anyways, a few years after that date, I was driving with this young man, listing to Spice Girls, when he told me that I broke his heart all those years ago.  Burn.  Dagger to one of my many blindspots.

“What are blindspots?”  You are asking yourself?  I’ll let concert buddy #One clue you in.

P.S.  Facebook relationship equals terminated.  Is it bad that I am rejoicing?
P.S.S. Concert buddy #One, the one that got punched, is never washing her face again.  She is a groupie.