Here I am, a single gal in my twenties and getting asked out on numerous dates...here I am, still a single gal. What is the problem here?
Dating should be fun, I mean, it's nice to get to know someone new and it's nice to be taken out. However, the guys who ask me, all seem too nice. You know what I mean when I say that too...they're TOO available, too 'there', and it seems that they'd do just about anything for me. For some reason, that is a big turnoff in my eyes. Now get me a guy who isn't showing any interest at all, and I want him. Find me someone who has slept with 1/2 of Newfoundland, and I want to be his one and only girl. Find me a guy who has no respect for women, and I want to be the one to change that. Find someone who could be considered "too old" for me, and I want to bring out the inner child in him. Welcome to my "love life", or obviously, lack there of.
The thing is, girls have to seem classy, innocent, and be "take home to mom" material. Therefore, us girls will go for the guy who's momma couldn't have raised something like that, because he's an @$$hole! This way, we sort of feel as though our inner rebel has made a tiny appearance...and that feels nice. It's comparable to when your parents say that you shouldn't do something, and that makes you want to do it even more (so you do). Subsequently, in both situations, you end up crying because you made a big mistake...and is most cases will make the same mistake again and again....and in my case, again.
I want to like the nice guys, I want to feel really special to that someone special, and like most girls, I want to get rid of this magnet that only attracts the jerks or unavailable guys. It's a vicious cycle that has yet to be figured out. So I will end on this note; a few quotes that I know all too well:
"Nice guys finish last..."
"You always want what you can't have, and when you have them you don't want them..."
"Every girl wants to be that one girl who can change that guy..."
...I'm sure many of you can relate. Oh, and if you got over it, tell me how!!! Hahaha!
Take care everyone!!!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Pub Crawl
Last night I took part in a pub crawl through the college I'm attending. It was my first pub crawl, and I cannot wait until the next one!!!
At 7pm the buses picked us up at the school, we had 2 free beer waiting for us on the bus as we made our way from St. John's to CBS. Oh, and before I forget...there were probably about 7 girls on the whole bus, and the bus was packed! Yeeehawww! Hahahaha! I think it was the quickest drunk I've ever experienced, because if you're drinking with men, drink like men, lol. By the time we got to the second club in CBS, I felt like I could call it a night (along with just about everyone else), and it was only 8:30. We hit 2 more clubs and then got dropped off downtown to continue the fun. I didn't stay any longer than a 1/2 hour though, because I was toast.
This is my first year in this school, and I gotta say, I got the chance to talk to and meet more people in the matter of hours than I did so far this semester. It's a great way to make new friends and to become closer with your acquaintances.
Well, no one wants to hear all of my drunken stories from last night, so I'll end here. The moral of the story...EVERYONE should experience a Pub Crawl!!!
Take care!
At 7pm the buses picked us up at the school, we had 2 free beer waiting for us on the bus as we made our way from St. John's to CBS. Oh, and before I forget...there were probably about 7 girls on the whole bus, and the bus was packed! Yeeehawww! Hahahaha! I think it was the quickest drunk I've ever experienced, because if you're drinking with men, drink like men, lol. By the time we got to the second club in CBS, I felt like I could call it a night (along with just about everyone else), and it was only 8:30. We hit 2 more clubs and then got dropped off downtown to continue the fun. I didn't stay any longer than a 1/2 hour though, because I was toast.
This is my first year in this school, and I gotta say, I got the chance to talk to and meet more people in the matter of hours than I did so far this semester. It's a great way to make new friends and to become closer with your acquaintances.
Well, no one wants to hear all of my drunken stories from last night, so I'll end here. The moral of the story...EVERYONE should experience a Pub Crawl!!!
Take care!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
"Respect Your Elders"
I have a true story to share with you all. This story takes place on a Saturday night at a neighbours house.
On this night, I opened my big mouth with an opinion, to an 'elder'!? UH OHHHH! The outcome of our clashing opinions really got me thinking...I'll explain how everything went, and I would love to receive some feedback from my readers. Here I go:
Frank (not his real name) was explaining how pissed off he was when he brought home take-out KFC to his family and the food was not fully cooked. Umm, yeah, I think we'd all be super pissed about that. This is where the debate/argument/clashing of opinions started. Frank, 40ish in age, was sharing with a table of adults, 35+ in age...and myself (soon to be 21...On December 6th, just to let you all know, aha!) how he reacted when he returned to KFC with his uncooked food. In my eyes, as someone who works at a restaurant/bar; his reaction was a little over the top and belittling, I guess we could say. My response to his blow-up in the fast-food restaurant, was simply that maybe he should be careful with how he deals with people and that it is possible to get your point across without making a huge scene. Well, let's just say that shit starting rolling downhill from there. Frank, I believe, doesn't enjoy getting advice on life from a 'child'. He started avoiding all eye contact with me, and completely stopped talking to me. Then, most of "my elders" at the table kind of turned on me when I stated that, "Most kids these days don't have the same values as kids in generations before...", in response to another comment made by Frank. Bad move, Parrott.
In turn, everyone, A.K.A. 'my elders' at the table said "MY kids have the same values...", "You're digging yourself a hole!", etc. ANNND scene!...because I shut up, waited 5 minutes for a new conversation to get started, got up, said take care and good night, and awkwardly walked my 9 year old ass out of the house.
This is where I started questioning myself in that situation. Was I wrong to voice my opinion? Was I being disrespectful, by telling 'an elder' that his way of treating another human being was inappropriate? And lastly, how old is a person when ageism backs off, and his/her opinion is just as important as someone who would be considered 'an elder'?
I know I haven't experienced life to the extent that Frank did. But, give me a fucking break! I didn't live in a protected hole my whole life either. I have worked since I was 11, dealt with all the shit that goes along with separation and reconciliation on numerous occasions, lived on my own, payed my own bills, realized that money doesn't grow on trees and dishes don't do themselves, and now I am in college trying to determine a portion of what my future holds. Frank and elders, I would appreciate a little more credit. I am not an idiot. Just because I haven't had children, got married/divorced/remarried, bought a house or made as many mistakes as you have at this point; does not mean that I haven't taken something from my own experiences, enabling me to form a valid opinion. Don't make me feel like I'm out of line for having a voice.
I am going to conclude this post now, but first I would like remind my elders that everyone has an elder...and the lady who lived to be 122 did not rule the world because she lived the longest, and therefore must know all.
Take Care!!!
On this night, I opened my big mouth with an opinion, to an 'elder'!? UH OHHHH! The outcome of our clashing opinions really got me thinking...I'll explain how everything went, and I would love to receive some feedback from my readers. Here I go:
Frank (not his real name) was explaining how pissed off he was when he brought home take-out KFC to his family and the food was not fully cooked. Umm, yeah, I think we'd all be super pissed about that. This is where the debate/argument/clashing of opinions started. Frank, 40ish in age, was sharing with a table of adults, 35+ in age...and myself (soon to be 21...On December 6th, just to let you all know, aha!) how he reacted when he returned to KFC with his uncooked food. In my eyes, as someone who works at a restaurant/bar; his reaction was a little over the top and belittling, I guess we could say. My response to his blow-up in the fast-food restaurant, was simply that maybe he should be careful with how he deals with people and that it is possible to get your point across without making a huge scene. Well, let's just say that shit starting rolling downhill from there. Frank, I believe, doesn't enjoy getting advice on life from a 'child'. He started avoiding all eye contact with me, and completely stopped talking to me. Then, most of "my elders" at the table kind of turned on me when I stated that, "Most kids these days don't have the same values as kids in generations before...", in response to another comment made by Frank. Bad move, Parrott.
In turn, everyone, A.K.A. 'my elders' at the table said "MY kids have the same values...", "You're digging yourself a hole!", etc. ANNND scene!...because I shut up, waited 5 minutes for a new conversation to get started, got up, said take care and good night, and awkwardly walked my 9 year old ass out of the house.
This is where I started questioning myself in that situation. Was I wrong to voice my opinion? Was I being disrespectful, by telling 'an elder' that his way of treating another human being was inappropriate? And lastly, how old is a person when ageism backs off, and his/her opinion is just as important as someone who would be considered 'an elder'?
I know I haven't experienced life to the extent that Frank did. But, give me a fucking break! I didn't live in a protected hole my whole life either. I have worked since I was 11, dealt with all the shit that goes along with separation and reconciliation on numerous occasions, lived on my own, payed my own bills, realized that money doesn't grow on trees and dishes don't do themselves, and now I am in college trying to determine a portion of what my future holds. Frank and elders, I would appreciate a little more credit. I am not an idiot. Just because I haven't had children, got married/divorced/remarried, bought a house or made as many mistakes as you have at this point; does not mean that I haven't taken something from my own experiences, enabling me to form a valid opinion. Don't make me feel like I'm out of line for having a voice.
I am going to conclude this post now, but first I would like remind my elders that everyone has an elder...and the lady who lived to be 122 did not rule the world because she lived the longest, and therefore must know all.
Take Care!!!
