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awakened

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“Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality.”
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne ~

So, a while back I joined match.com. I figured it couldn’t hurt. Plus, there were more men from my area in there now than there used to be. Just a whim, mind you. A lark.

And a few guys have written me. I am a catch after all. Heh.

I had tea with tea guy.

Tomorrow I have a date – a date? – with the firefighter guy. He’s coming over from Las Vegas.

When we were planning on his visit, he asked me if I liked motorcycles. He really likes to ride. He also likes his toys – taking a 4×4 out to the sand dunes, etc.

And I thought – he sounds just like my brothers. Firefighter. Motorcycle. Sand dunes.

Even if I don’t fall in love with him, my family will adore him. I know this already. He’s exactly the type of guy they will like.

I’m not getting my hopes up, though. A lot can happen. Chemistry may or may not be there. On either side.

We may go up to the Grand Canyon. We will have lunch together. Beyond that, I don’t know. We’re playing it by ear, depending on the weather.

I’m nervous.

I’m trying not to think about it too much.

beacon

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I’m at work yesterday, joking around with a co-worker (one of my favorite people, it so happens) and we were talking about yesterday’s conversation with the tea date.

“I’m a beacon for psychopaths.”

She laughs.

“Seriously. The police don’t need to set up stings or all-nighters to catch their psychopathic serial killers. Just send me out into the world. If they are into women, they will be drawn to me like a moth to a candle.”

Her eyes light up and she starts thinking.

“I have dated men who have killed birds and cats and dogs, you know,” I continue. “Ok, maybe not — but they could have!”

She tells me how she lived just down the street from where Jeffrey Dahmer used to lure young men into his house.

“I’m glad you’re not a boy,” I said.

“Me, too.”

So, I began to wonder. If I had lived there, boy or not, would Jeffrey Dahmer have been drawn to me?

Hmmm.

tea for two

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It should say tea for one and coffee for the other.

I went on a little “date” this morning. A tea date (well, the tea was for me — camomile, in case you’re wondering).

I met him at one of the campus coffee houses.

Nice enough man. Seems very sincere. Seems very sweet.

He said to me, “I was worried that you would either not be smart enough or too smart for me.”

I thought to myself, I can be either at any given moment. Because that’s the way it works. I’m not well-versed in everything but there are a few things that I know pretty well.

But how do you answer something like that?

I’ve had other partners tell me that I was much more intelligent than they are. What do you say to that? Yeah, I’m a smart girl. Heh.

This is the thing though. I’m book smart but I’m book smart in only certain areas. And I know those areas fairly well and can speak with a level of authority in them. I have no street smarts whatsoever. Which is probably why 1) I get in to trouble when I go out wandering around, and 2) why I stay in as much as possible.

Sure, I’m an intelligent person. And sure I’m drawn to other intelligent people. But I’m also aware that intelligence is only one attribute on a list of them that I find attractive. It’s a whole package.

So, he says to me, “Why haven’t you been snatched up? Are you into bad boys?”

Heh.

“I’m not only into bad boys but they have to be hyper-intelligent bad boys,” I respond.

“Psychopathic, you mean.”

“Pretty much.”

That sums it all up.

love: internet style

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For some reason, I can’t seem to embed movies in my blog anymore. They throw off all of my settings. So, I’ll link to it until I figure out what the problem is.

Less than Three

Yes. I know it’s irritating. And yes, I know this is the type of song that will stay in your head all day long.

But come on! It’s funny. And so close to the truth (at least for me, at times) that it’s almost painful.

What, you may ask, is the painful part? Oh, it’s the meeting someone online that you can’t wait to talk to. It’s the logging in to email or IM and hoping against hope that that person is there. When he isn’t, you are disappointed but would you ever show it? Oh, no. You (or, in this case, me) act nonchalant as if nothing fazes you.

Nothing. Not one thing.

Not even his apparent disregard for your full-blown crush.

Ahem.

Not that I pine for people, you know. I don’t. I’m much more independent than that. I don’t need to wile away my days, thinking about and missing someone.

Really.

I don’t.

Am I fooling you yet?

I have myself half convinced of this.

But only half.

Because the other part of me, the much more insightful and intelligent part, knows that I’m full of it. Like anyone else, I enjoy attention and like to know I matter.

assessment

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A few things have happened lately that have caused me to rethink the entries I’ve been making and to maybe want to make a justification or an explanation about things.

First, let me start off by saying that I’m not unhappy as a single woman. In fact, I have a pretty good life. I don’t want for anything – food, shelter, clothing, and utilities are all available to me. I come home to a beagle that adores me and gets excited to see me. I have views out my front door that take my breath away on a daily basis. I have relationships with family and co-workers that make me smile and think and be thankful for what I have. I am busy with work and with school and love both of them and how I feel in those areas.

In short, I have an exceptionally good life. And I’d like to share it with someone.

But I’m wondering if my ventures into talking about dating and marriage and kids is causing some confusion, especially with men I consider my friends. As I said to someone recently, I don’t want to appear vulturous or crazed about finding a partner. I don’t feel that way at all. I don’t want my male friends to think or feel like I’m sizing them up to see how they will fit into this “ideal mate” category.

I’m not.

I’ve known Steve since 1991 when the local community college opened up its doors and we both were taking classes. We met in a joint venture of starting a school newsletter. It was fun. We were young and idealistic and excited about a lot of things and had much in common.

We started hanging out a lot, talking about things. We were never more than friends. Not at all. But our relationship was, and always has been, an intimate one. We can talk about anything with one another. We have one of those rare friendships where we can pick up the conversation where it left off even if it has been a year (or, in one case, almost 5 years) since we last talked.

Steve and I have known one another longer than any of our very intimate relationships have lasted. I like knowing that I have a friend out there, a male friend, at that, that has been around long enough and known me long enough to see me change (and hopefully grow) and still likes me.

So when I heard Steve’s voice and knew that he needed a friend, it wasn’t hard for me to offer up a room in my house. I adore this man. I want only the best for him.

But then there was this thing. And I started to worry.

Omigod…maybe he thinks, especially after my latest blog entries, that I’m inviting him only because I’m looking for a partner. And yet, that was the furthest thing from my mind.

So we talked about it. He understood that and was more worried about doing any harm to our friendship. Which, in my book, is awesome. He cares enough about our friendship to want to preserve it.

And then I received an email from a reader. In it, he said that he hoped he wasn’t leading me on.

Eh? I…uhhh…ummm. Hmmm. I thought we were building a good online friendship type of rapport. I wasn’t even thinking about him in terms of an intimate relationship.

I also received an email from a guy in the online dating site that I frequent. In it, he said he’d love to talk language/linguistics with me. Yay! I thought, how cool! One of my favorite topics! I love that. And he closes it with, “I realize you probably have better things to do than chat with unavailable strangers.”

Hmmm. I’ll talk to you if you’re unavailable. I’m not on the prowl and willing to jump any guy (well, okay, maybe…but that’s purely a physical thing and completely controllable…heh!). I can be friends with guys without having to have a more-than-friends relationship (see Steve above for proof of that).

And all of this has made me wonder what kinds of signals I’m sending out.

Do I appear needy? Stalking of prey? Waiting to descend on the masses of men (hah!) who happen to wander into my blog lair?

Do I want a long-term intimate relationship? Yeah. But, honestly, I’m not actively pursuing anything beyond writing a few emails in the dating site (and even that is sporadic simply because I just don’t have the time or energy – especially with the way work has been going lately!).

I’m just sorting things out. Trying to figure out where I belong and where I’m going.

I can be your friend and not want anything more to come of it. I’m good at that.

what’s up here?

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I realize that some of the recent entries are not typical of what I’ve written in the past. However, I’m trying to understand what is going on in the world today, why dating is so difficult, and share what kinds of difficulties and/or barriers that single woman are facing today.

It seems, however, that these posts make my regular commentors a bit shy. I understand not wanting to say too much. Some of this is inflammatory. Some of it is hard to deal with. But a lot of this is my reality and I want to share that.

With that being said, it seems that Forbes pulled the article from yesterday. According to Gawker, the article couldn’t be found anywhere (although this is said in much more vivid terms on that site).

The Hipster Pit decided to retaliate and write Nine Reasons You Should Marry a Career Bitch:

Disappointed in myself for taking the recent misogynist pap published in Forbes so seriously, I have decided, upon some thought, to publish my own photo essay: Nine Reasons You Should Marry a Career Bitch. Enjoy:

1. She won’t be so clingy if she got something to do. I think this is pretty self-explanatory – send her to the office all day, let her feel important, and she won’t be interrupting you every five minutes with needy whining because she’s bored at home. “Wah, I need to talk to an adult, Wah, I need a raise in my allowance to buy shoes, wahhhhh, pick up the drycleaning on the way home.” Useless.

2. She’ll end up with a major guilt complex. Lisen. Even if she is making more than you, no one has to know it. You can take those checks, buy yourself some golf clubs, and exploit her sense of guilt about not being around for her kids to ensure that she’ll spend the whole weekend with them, cleaning the house, and crying on the phone to her mom instead of nagging you to clean out the garage. The result? Tee time, baby.

3. She’s more likely to order pizza. And let’s face it. You married her for her ass, not her cooking skills. Bring on the pepperoni, baby.

4. She’s less likely to turn your son into a sissy mama’s boy. And that kid is never going to be on the varsity team if he’s still on your stay-at-home wife’s apron strings. Sticking him in daycare gives him a chance to get some guts, so what if the other kids are beating him up, gives him goddamn character. You know what happens to sissy boys. They take theater class in high school and they end up light in their loafers.

5. She’s less likely to make your baby girl into a tragic mess. Women who work have way fewer hours to enter their children in little girl beauty pageants, harping in their weight and various imagined shortcomings, and ultimately turning her into a possible sociopath who is going to end up being one of “those girls” in high school, possibly marring your reputation in the community, or, even worse, banging one of your buddies.

6. She will be more likely to wear high heels. Women who stay at home let themselves go. No sooner are you married than your woman is lying around the house all day in sweatpants and dirty socks. Want a woman to keep wearing those hot black hose and stilettos – send her to the office.

7. She’s less likely to question your “business trips,” if you know what I mean. All you have to do is say, “Baby, you’re a career woman, you know what this is all about.”

8. You might be the one to get something out of the divorce. Hey, if she’s making more than you, YOU could be the guy living on alimony. Sweet.

9. She won’t notice you’re a douchebag. She will be too tired from trying to do everything, and deal with you, that she won’t have any time left to notice that she’s married an asshole.

The simple fact about all of this is that when people write stupid things, it does get people riled up and they are going to comment. There is a lot going on out there that makes women of a certain age or economic standing or educational standing appear as less desireable simply because they chose to go a non-traditional route. Think about this. Think about the challenges that we face.

I’ve never chosen the easy route but we are constantly bombarded with the likes of Forbes or other mysoginistic articles that abound. It’s like trying to stand upright in 100 mph winds.

Just punch me again.

And then I find a post by Suzanne. I’m not sure what to think about her take on this topic. However, the article that she quotes is interesting: Big-Earning Wives and the Men Who Love Them. Redbook is such a trendy magazine. *snort*

You see? It’s on all sides. It’s insidious.

Yeah, sometimes these topics are uncomfortable but this is my reality and what I face every single day.

once and for all

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This will be the last time I bring up this topic because I have a lot of other things I want to write about. I also don’t think it’s incumbant upon me to educate men about pregnancy. There is a lot of information out there. It’s easy to find.

There are a wide range of opinions and studies and no matter what your opinion on this subject is, you’ll find something to back it up.

Suffice it to say, women have been having babies into older ages since the dawn of time. It just so happens that older ages weren’t as old as they are now. People died at 35.

I have read countless books where women had 10, 15, even 20 kids, well into their middle ages, because they didn’t use birth control (it wasn’t allowed) and because their husbands couldn’t or wouldn’t practice abstinence.

I shook my head when Rick came back to say this,

You say this is a double standard. I don’t see how it is so. I’m not saying that older women shouldn’t date younger men. If it floats your boat and all that. I’m just pointing out the biological “truth” if that word can be used.

At some point we became “enlightened” and women were supposed to wait to start families for a variety of reasons. Why? The species hasn’t survived this long by women waiting to have kids when they’re 40. Probably wouldn’t have either.

Feminism denigrates the role of mother while claiming that it is seeking more power for women. Funny that it is always the men who end up benefitting. Makes you wonder…..Qui bono.

Women are encouraged to explore their sexuality, find a career and eschew differences between the sexes. So when they finally come around to starting a family, they’re no longer in demand. When they were in demand, they weren’t interested in starting a family or embracing marriage and all that goes with it.

And just to let you know, I believe you should have kids whenever you want. I didn’t say it wasn’t ok. I was merely commenting that the man in question is stating a reality.

First, I think Rick has the best of intentions. But I also think that he doesn’t understand women very well or what the double standard is here. I’m going to lay it out plainly.

By the standard that the men who have responded to these posts have put up, MEN can FATHER children well into their 40s. WOMEN should have BABIES when they are YOUNG and be GRANDMAS when they are my age or older.

That’s a double standard.

No one ever said women were “supposed” to do anything. I didn’t have the opportunity to start a family when I was younger. You want the details? I was dating a VERY abusive man until I was 25. Then he stalked me for 2 years. Then I dated another and another and another because I was stupid and not very sure of myself and probably thinking I deserved it. Then I quit dating altogether because I wanted to get my life together.

Crazy, that. I should have been popping out babies if I had wanted them instead of waiting until I was more stable.

Huh.

And let’s play the feminism game. It’s so very much fun to use the “feminism” word to place all of the world’s woes on the backs of women. Easy cop out. Too easy. Try something original because that definitely isn’t going to work on my blog.

I get it. I’m no longer in demand. I guess I went out of style like emerald-cut diamonds.

If only I were a marquis.

Woe is me.

and they just keep coming in…

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Earlier this week I commented on Jonathan’s response about his preferences to date younger woman.

Today I open up my blog and I find a comment from Rick Fisk:

It’s not bullshit. For whatever reason, our society has encouraged women to start their families after they have reached the age where they should be having grandkids. This makes no sense. You didn’t chose that life when you were younger. Why place responsibility on your date for the choices you made?

I have only a few things to say about this.

  1. The double standards are rolling in. It’s apparently NOT okay for a woman to bear children at an older age but it IS okay for a man to want to date a younger woman in order to father a child at an older age.
  2. Women are being defined by their child-bearing status. We are not allowed latitude by those men who have placed us in specific categories.
  3. The age of 39 is apparently “grandma” age and I should just give it all up because I wasted my grand old youth in NOT having a child in an abusive relationship because I had the forethought to at least think about that.

Do you guys actually THINK before writing?

Hypocrisy at its best.

true love

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If orangutans can find true love online, there is hope for me.

From CBSNews.com

Online Dating Is Planned for Orangutans
THE HAGUE, Netherlands, Aug. 15, 2006
(AP) Single male (red hair, long arms, interests include hanging in trees and grooming) seeks female for long-distance relationship and possibility of meeting up in future to help save species.

Zookeepers in the Netherlands are planning to hook up Dutch and Indonesian orangutans over the Internet and believe the link could at some stage be used as an online dating service where apes could get to know one another and keepers could work out whether they would be compatible mates.

First things first: A romantic dinner for two.

“We are going to set up an Internet connection between Indonesia and Apeldoorn so that the apes can see each other and, by means of pressing a button, be able to give one another food, for example,” said Anouk Ballot, a spokeswoman for the Apenheul ape park in the central Dutch city of Apeldoorn.

She said the chance of two orangutans actually mating as a result of the online interaction was small due to the problem of transporting them between the Netherlands and Indonesia. “But I wouldn’t rule it out completely,” she told The Associated Press.

Ballot said the primary aim of the computer link between Apenheul and an orangutan center on the Indonesian part of Borneo was to raise public awareness of the apes and their plight. Activists say that the spread of palm oil plantations, coupled with logging, especially on Malaysian and Indonesian territories on Borneo island, is threatening animals such as wild orangutans with extinction by chewing up their native jungle habitat.

Ballot said that, in the past, captive orangutans separated by a wall have communicated with one another via a mirror placed in front of the two enclosures. Using Web cams and computer screens is an extension of that, she said.

She stressed that only orangutans who show a natural interest and aptitude will take part. The Apenheul park has 13 orangutans among its collection of apes.

There is still work to be done to set up the Internet connection. “We need to find ape-proof cables and screens,” Ballot said, adding that the zoo hopes to have the orangutans online by the end of this year or early 2007.

So next time you run into someone in a chatroom and think “what a baboon,” think twice: it just might be.


twisted

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I knew that when I quoted conversations it might get people upset. I knew the consequences when I decided to delve into relaying my dating life online. I fully accept them.

But I think it’s hypocritical of people to only want good things said about them in my blog. I’m going to write what I feel. This is MY space to write what I’M feeling. There are plenty of spaces out there for other people to write whatever in the hell they want to write as well.

When Jonathan and I were dating, he loved to have me share things online. He loved reading about himself here on these very pages. Things have changed. I’m not angry about the relationship but I do see what he does differently than he does and when he asks my advice, I’m going to give it to him straight up, the way I see it. I am no longer going to sugarcoat it because we’re in a relationship (and yeah, I did that a lot – because, stupid me, I didn’t want to lose a relationship because I said the wrong thing.)

So, Jonathan was not happy and commented on the post about our conversation

I appreciate you being irritated, but you took a personal email and took it to your blog without talking to me about it.

What I don’t appreciate is that you misunderstood my reasons for dating a younger woman. The reality is that I’ve dated women both older and younger than myself, but I can’t have a family with an older woman. That’s not something I can change even if I wanted to do it.

The reasons aren’t because of sowing my oats or wanting to feel verile, it’s a simple matter of my desire to have kid/s.

I’m sorry my comments got you upset, but please don’t twist into a midlife crisis issue related to men and their fast cars. I’m not one of those guys and that’s not my reason.

So, this is the thing. I’m irritated but it’s more like a little mosquito bite. I just don’t let people get to me that much anymore. It’s not worth it.

But this: “I can’t have a family with an older woman. That’s not something I can change even if I wanted to do it.” is bullshit. Yep. I call it. Bullshit.

Women are having babies into their 40s now and no matter what kinds of excuses a man wants to use about dating a younger woman, child-bearing cannot be one of them.

I’m still able to have children, as OLD as I am at 39. *shudder* I know. OLD. *snort*

We all have preferences. If you want to date a woman almost half your age, by all means, go ahead. But don’t use some lame-assed excuse to do it. Give the real reason and not something that is actually refuted by science.

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