Well, today is Friday the 13th and I felt it necessary to write my yearly, year in review blog. My blog stating my resolutions, and what I want for the New Year, which most likely won't happen but I state them anyways because I am putting it out there in the Universe.
2013 sucked..ass. I went through unemployment from a job I loved (juvenile detention) all the way to losing someone I loved like a mother. It's funny because Facebook has this automated thing where it takes your entire profile for the last year and puts it into a "year in review" page and mine was so depressing. Realistically, my year was pretty shitty. Other than getting my job now, seeing my best friend get married and other tiny moments of happiness it was mainly crap. I turned 27, am still single, no kids (which I'm still OK with), living at home, and haven't found the love of my life. Anyone who knows me knows the hardest thing this year for me was losing JoEll. It happened too fast and too furious (OK I'm grieving Paul Walker too), and there are days I'm still not OK.
My job is great, it was hard at first. Social services is all gray and I came from corrections where everything is black and white, so making the adjustment was hard. My co-workers called me the drill sergeant for awhile but I have softened up quite a bit and become more of what my job needs me to be. My clients have taught me a lot about mental illness and a lot about myself. Hell they even taught me how to cook. I've become very protective of the "mental illness" bubble and the stigma ignorant people believe to be there. The "why don't you get over it," "you don't need medications" type, I have seen first hand and experienced myself why this is shear ignorance and uneducated people who make these comments. I am so damn proud of my clients and how far they have come, all of them, those who have made it through the program and those who have been discharged for whatever reasons. I'm proud of myself for allowing them to teach me something, each of them. I'm proud of myself for realizing that mental illness and social services can't be black and white like detention was. Change is still hard for me but my job is teaching me QUICKLY to get over that, especially working in a transitional setting.
I have become so content with my job and reconnecting with an old best friend who I can do girl time with on my days off, I am finally learning how to be alone and be OK with it. It's actually nice. I'm focusing on work and planning a girls trip. I'm looking forward to the big move to Naples, as soon as my mom retires and we sell the house. Life is falling into place, yes not as early as I wanted it to but it actually is. Maybe one day I will find the love of my life, and if I don't then I will continue being in a relationship with work.
As for my resolutions for the New Year they are as follows I will go with 14 since it's 2014, if I throw them all against the wall at least 1 will stick right? ...
1.) Stop giving a shit what ignorant people think
2.) Less worrying, more living
3.) Make a big career move
4.) Work Out
5.) Girls Trips
6.) Learn to accept criticism without taking it personally
7.) Go to more concerts, baseball, basketball games
8.) Stop worrying about work, when I'm at home :)
9.) Let go of toxic people
10.) Go Shooting-guns ;-)
11.) Rock Climb Again
12.) Stop drinking pop for good-haha this is so hard!
13.) Go extreme trampolining
14.) Make a difference in someones life
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
It's My Birthday and I'll Cry If I Want To
So on Tuesday I turned the big 2-7. To say I don't enjoy my birthday would be an understatement, the disdain for my birthday can be traced back to my childhood. My father missed my birthday every year since, unfortunately, I was born during deer hunting season, and shooting a killing a deer was way more important than being home for my birthday. Even after my parent's divorce, it was hit or miss if he would get the date, year I turned, or a card in the mail on my birthday each year. This year I worked on my birthday because let's be honest, getting older really isn't something I want to celebrate. I still feel the same as I did when I turned 25, no kids, no marriage, and I am not in the job I want to be in.
My nephew woke me up at 6:30 in the morning with a, "Katie, happy birthday.......DID you know I want some cake?" aka get your ass out of bed and cut your cake so I can have some before I have to go to school. I dragged myself up out of bed and read through a stack full of cards, because in my family we are a card giving family, and watched my nephew eat cake since my metabolism doesn't work that early. I even drove him to school because it was colder than cold that day. I went to a meeting for work where some of my awesome co-workers remembered it was my birthday and greeted me with hugs and birthday wishes. And when I got to my actual job site (the GH-group home) my clients remembered and even sang to me at dinner, out of tune, some yelling but all, I'm sure (not sure), from a place of love.
No surprise here the sperm donor's, some of you may call him "my dad" I don't think he deserves that right, card arrived 2 days late. This year he sent a Mickey Mouse card (his whore wife likes Mickey Mouse so I know she picked it out) I shook the card, grabbed the check and threw the card out, didn't even bother reading the sentiments because I don't believe them. I am a big believer in actions speak louder than words and since we haven't seen each other talked in two years his sentiments can eat shit.
The previous weekend, at our girls night out the bouncer at the bar we frequent who pretty much knows us checked my ID and said, "Happy early Birthday sweetie. I'm off Tuesday wanna party?" No thanks big boy but thanks for noticing my birthday. Note to readers, don't ever drink Rumplemintz, going to have to thank the cute little "shot" girl at Saddle Up for that next time. Tastes like toothpaste.
Since I worked on my birthday and I had comp time to burn, I took the rest of the week off like any responsible 27 year old would do and so far all I have done is laundry and sleep. I don't feel any older yet, or any wiser. I will say this year has aged me emotionally and I am hoping the year of 27 is the year of happiness in every aspect for me. So raise your glass with me and toast to landing my dream job, getting married and getting the HELL out of Illinois!
Ew Thanks Mom
How I feel EVERY year
Until the next post, Keep it Classy, Sassy and always a bit smart assy.
My nephew woke me up at 6:30 in the morning with a, "Katie, happy birthday.......DID you know I want some cake?" aka get your ass out of bed and cut your cake so I can have some before I have to go to school. I dragged myself up out of bed and read through a stack full of cards, because in my family we are a card giving family, and watched my nephew eat cake since my metabolism doesn't work that early. I even drove him to school because it was colder than cold that day. I went to a meeting for work where some of my awesome co-workers remembered it was my birthday and greeted me with hugs and birthday wishes. And when I got to my actual job site (the GH-group home) my clients remembered and even sang to me at dinner, out of tune, some yelling but all, I'm sure (not sure), from a place of love.
No surprise here the sperm donor's, some of you may call him "my dad" I don't think he deserves that right, card arrived 2 days late. This year he sent a Mickey Mouse card (his whore wife likes Mickey Mouse so I know she picked it out) I shook the card, grabbed the check and threw the card out, didn't even bother reading the sentiments because I don't believe them. I am a big believer in actions speak louder than words and since we haven't seen each other talked in two years his sentiments can eat shit.
The previous weekend, at our girls night out the bouncer at the bar we frequent who pretty much knows us checked my ID and said, "Happy early Birthday sweetie. I'm off Tuesday wanna party?" No thanks big boy but thanks for noticing my birthday. Note to readers, don't ever drink Rumplemintz, going to have to thank the cute little "shot" girl at Saddle Up for that next time. Tastes like toothpaste.
Since I worked on my birthday and I had comp time to burn, I took the rest of the week off like any responsible 27 year old would do and so far all I have done is laundry and sleep. I don't feel any older yet, or any wiser. I will say this year has aged me emotionally and I am hoping the year of 27 is the year of happiness in every aspect for me. So raise your glass with me and toast to landing my dream job, getting married and getting the HELL out of Illinois!
Ew Thanks Mom
How I feel EVERY yearSaturday, November 9, 2013
Let Love Find You
So I've been single for, uh let's see, ever now and I really don't look to meet guys when I am out at the bar because I have a brain in my head and know what they are looking for. I have done the online dating thing which is as much of a joke as the bar scene because I think guys online are even bigger pigs than those at the bar, which is shocking. So I am going to take a new approach, one that every one has been telling me for years and I thought was so cliche and annoying. One that in my mind I was like "whatever, shut up!" I'm going to stop looking. Supposedly, when you aren't looking, the right one finds you. Now, the cynic in me thinks this is total BS that moms tell their daughters because they are tired of their daughters bringing home dirt bags and saying "meet my new boyfriend!" Right mom? The tiny bit of optimist left in me thinks "hey nothing else has worked what do you have to lose?" I think I have run the gamete of turds when going on dates, and even in committed relationships looking back they were total tools. So I am putting it out into the universe that I am no longer looking, I am going to let love find me, and hoping it happens.....
And I wouldn't be mad if he had a fat wallet, a house, a stable career, loved dogs, was funny, honest, loyal, caring, loving, affectionate, didn't want me to have to work, wanted to live in FL on the beach, was ready to settle down and put a ring on it within two years, had a nice normal family....nope I wouldn't be mad at that at all.....
And I wouldn't be mad if he had a fat wallet, a house, a stable career, loved dogs, was funny, honest, loyal, caring, loving, affectionate, didn't want me to have to work, wanted to live in FL on the beach, was ready to settle down and put a ring on it within two years, had a nice normal family....nope I wouldn't be mad at that at all.....
Girl's Night Out
Instead of acting my age (old) I have recently been acting like I am in college again and enjoying my weekends with a great friend of mine I have known since middle school. On the weekends, we usually enjoy a girls night out (or two). We tend to head out to Naperville, mainly because I dispatched down there and I know the Officers so it makes me feel safer. It's probably what I look forward to most during my week because it is the time I laugh the hardest because we talk so much shit about any and every thing. We laugh at the girls with the slutty outfits on and the stripper heels, the guys who try way too hard to get those girls, or the ones who slip us their number because I commented on his Drake t-shirt (slow your role buddy I really just liked your t-shirt not your face). We laugh and try to avert our eyes when we notice someone from high school we really didn't like who we REALLY don't want to have to make awkward conversation with because really, you were a dick in high school you are probably still a dick (females included). We laugh, we dance, we drink, and we dance some more, and we get hit on by weird guys. Oh and sometimes we even get to be vigilantes saving the night when a fight breaks out on the street! We play this game called 1, 2, 3 he's yours where you can either pick the guy who walks through the door or pass on up to 2 guys but the 3rd one you have to go up and say something to (even something like nice shirt), which is freakin hilarious because it is always a gamble on what you are about to see walking through the door. Raechel is always willing to be the wingman, "want me to go talk to that guys friend and you can talk to his hot buddy?" uh no, I'm not THAT outgoing, and really I don't expect to find Mr.Right at the bar. We don't even go out for the dudes although good eye candy in a bar doesn't hurt the situation we go out to have fun and let loose with each other. Raechel brings out the fun side of me that I haven't seen in a long time, she helps me not be so uptight and rigid.
At the end of the night we go home stomach aching from laughing and a little bit from alcohol and the next day we text each other and say NEVER AGAIN because of how long it takes us to recover from ONE night out, but we do it again next weekend because you know what?
Sure being single sucks, but there is nothing like having a best friend that gets you out of the house after a long work week to help get your mind off all the BS in life.
At the end of the night we go home stomach aching from laughing and a little bit from alcohol and the next day we text each other and say NEVER AGAIN because of how long it takes us to recover from ONE night out, but we do it again next weekend because you know what?
Sure being single sucks, but there is nothing like having a best friend that gets you out of the house after a long work week to help get your mind off all the BS in life.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Grief
So it's been a while since I last wrote. Other than working, I've been grieving. Grieving for someone I love like a second mother, someone who was a great friend, a great mother and someone who fought like hell to beat cancer and it took her from us too quickly. Watching her get sicker and sicker was the worst thing I have gone through in my life thus far, but I wouldn't change a minute I spent with her. This was my first experience with death, and I had no idea how deep it would cut.
Grief is a weird thing the way it ebbs and flows, one day you think you are doing OK and the next you have no control over your emotions. You cry out of nowhere; a song, an inanimate object, a picture, the moon any little thing reminds you of that person you loved and the tears fall and you can't stop them. It's that ugly cry, as we refer to it in my family, where you can't breathe and your face looks all funny. Or one day you're just really angry at the World or God. Lately, I am going back and forth between these two phases. I find myself incredibly angry that she is gone and that people who say "everything happens for a reason" can still believe that when she was taken from the people who love her including her three high school children so quickly and so young. What reason would that be?
I am glad that she is no longer suffering and towards the end she was truly suffering. She didn't even know I was in the hospital room when I was and I'm not sure if it was the medications she was on or if it was the cancer going to her brain. Either way I wasn't leaving her side, I held her hand while she slept, I bugged nurses til they gave her what she wanted. I'll never forget the call from her telling me she had cancer, more than that I'll never forget the text from her daughter telling me she passed.
JoEll, not a day goes by that I don't miss you and think about you. I know you are an angel in heaven, but I still wish you were here with me, I would take one more hug, one more kiss, one more "I love you to the moon and back", one more laugh. I love you to the moon and back forever and always.
Grief is a weird thing the way it ebbs and flows, one day you think you are doing OK and the next you have no control over your emotions. You cry out of nowhere; a song, an inanimate object, a picture, the moon any little thing reminds you of that person you loved and the tears fall and you can't stop them. It's that ugly cry, as we refer to it in my family, where you can't breathe and your face looks all funny. Or one day you're just really angry at the World or God. Lately, I am going back and forth between these two phases. I find myself incredibly angry that she is gone and that people who say "everything happens for a reason" can still believe that when she was taken from the people who love her including her three high school children so quickly and so young. What reason would that be?
I am glad that she is no longer suffering and towards the end she was truly suffering. She didn't even know I was in the hospital room when I was and I'm not sure if it was the medications she was on or if it was the cancer going to her brain. Either way I wasn't leaving her side, I held her hand while she slept, I bugged nurses til they gave her what she wanted. I'll never forget the call from her telling me she had cancer, more than that I'll never forget the text from her daughter telling me she passed.
JoEll, not a day goes by that I don't miss you and think about you. I know you are an angel in heaven, but I still wish you were here with me, I would take one more hug, one more kiss, one more "I love you to the moon and back", one more laugh. I love you to the moon and back forever and always.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Morgan
Monday, June 11, 2012
Online Dating
Match.com boasts that one in five relationships now starts online but I often wonder to myself is there fine print that I'm missing somewhere that defines what they mean by a relationship? And what kind of odds are 1 in 5? I'm no mathematician but I'm fairly certain 1/5 is .2% those odds blow. I guess I should start with why I'm writing this post first. I'm writing it for two reasons, the main reason being I've been what my mom and sister like to call a serial dater since my ex and I broke up almost 10 months ago, (side note: wow its really been 10 months since then, deep breath OK), and I would say only 1 guy I've gone on a date with wasn't a total jag bag. Things didn't work out with him and I because he had gotten the job he always dreamed of and had to focus on it and I totally understood, luckily we still keep in contact. More about him later. The second reason I'm writing this is because apparently the other day when we were checking out at Wal-Mart I was getting checked out and hit on by the cashier who wasn't bad on the eyes at all and was pretty funny about the ladies in front of us. However, I guess I wasn't catching on that he was into me because I was noticing his Army lanyard and telling my nephew that the army guy was going to kick his ass if he didn't knock it off. Said nephew was screwing around and I was over his shenanigans. Well as we started to walk away my sister tells me, "hey idiot he was flirting with you, why didn't you seal the deal?" My reaction? "HUH?" Apparently I've gotten so into meeting guys online I forget to even look or pay attention when I'm out. The thought honestly crossed my mind to ask him if he had a match.com account so I could wink at him because I was too big of a weenie to say anything in person. Pathetic I know. I begged Jennifer to go back and get his number for me but she wouldn't, she's no Pauly D, I can't count on her to catch any grenades. On the drive home she told me he said he couldn't wait to get off work to go kill his liver aka get wasted. On second thought, I don't need that phone number, LOVE OUR MILITARY GUYS OOHRAH HOOYAH and all that jazz but I'm not strong enough to date a military guy I'd be a nervous damn wreck and too selfish. So army guy you were cute and thanks for the laughs in the Wal-Mart line but keep that number UNLESS you can offer me a Nicholas Sparks The Lucky One type love story or maybe you were a Navy SEAL, "To us and those like us, damn few" (You gotta admit those boys in Act of Valor who were REAL Navy SEALs were FFFFINNNNE)
Back to the jag bags of the online dating world...if you need a good laugh and I know you do let me start off with some of the best pick up lines I've gotten from guys.....
*You are the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen (um BS-pull out a Victorias Secret magazine idiot I'll find you someone hotter)
*You are so beautiful that I just walked into the wall looking at your picture and for insurance purposes I need your name and phone number (UM no)
*Did you fall from Heaven? (HA you have no idea)
*I love how wide your hips are (HOLD UP- DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT'S something to say to a girl?)
*What's the sexiest pair of underwear you own? (UM ew pedophile)
Needless to say any and all idiots who lead with a pickup line get blocked because if you are that big of a d-bag you can't come up with something better I can't waste my time talking to you.
The best is when you hang out with a guy and he acts like he's into you (i.e. kissing you-MOM cover your ears/eyes) and then later on that day text messages you and says, "yeah we can totally hang out again but we probably wouldn't date because I have to be blown away by someone in order to date them and I won't settle for anything less,".........E-E-E-E-Excuse me? Did I hear your dumb ass correctly? So not only did you act into me by kissing me but then you said you'd be settling for me because I didn't blow you away? Really, it was for the better because he wasn't the most mind blowing guy either so all's fair. Or when the guy acts into you and then doesn't call or answer your text messages ever again after he acts like the sun rises and falls in your eyes! This group is the pigs. You know who you are I don't need to name you although I'd love to.
Or the only child momma's boy who has never had to learn how to share so not only is he jealous of anything and anything you pay attention to (i.e. your 5 year old nephew and your dog--I shit you not, I can't make this up if I tried). He would tell his mother when we got into arguments and when I asked him to stop doing that, he said, "you want me to lie to my mom?" UMMMMMMM are we not 25 years old? I don't believe telling our parents every waking move we make is lying per say. They don't need a play by play, this isn't Madden or NBA 2012, they don't need to know EVERY little detail and if they do your mother obviously never cut that cord. Like does he tell her if he's intimate with someone like what the f-? Clearly it didn't work out with this momma's boy, that cord was nowhere near being cut. He also asked me if I had to choose between him and my nephew who would I choose, like that is even a question. He also thought it was his right to discipline my nephew and say that he was a "little shit child." There would be tire marks all over his face from me running fast and far....and in the end there were (figuratively of course).
Then you have the one that got away, granted his situation was legit and you still talk from time to time but he treated you differently than any other guy has ever treated you. He wanted to take things slow because in his words, "relationships that start fast end fast." He was respectful to you and your feelings, did everything to make you feel great and know he was into you without it being like the Pigs. And then he finally got his dream job, and he knew he needed to focus and he couldn't put the time or effort into the relationship that you both knew it needed so he wanted to be friends and you couldn't do it because of your feelings for him and you both cried because you both felt terrible. In the end after some time passed you ended up being friends and you realized what an awesome guy he was and how he is really one in a million. That's you Brandon :) I'm calling you out!
You have you're dirty old men who are as old as your father if not older who message you about wanting to date and settle down. And I have to include in this group the awkwardness of when someone views your profile and you know them, because they were parent's at your mother's school that she teaches at, that's like a million times ew. I have now created a filter on the messaging part of the application so that anyone older than what I have my age limit set at just gets filtered out because it is so heinous.
Then you have the group of guys who think they are totally pulling one over on you, who pretend to like you or want to be in a relationship with you to only reap the benefits of one, you know what I'm talking about. And the best part is they honestly think you are that dumb to buy it. Like I might have been born at night, but not last night. This isn't my first rodeo here play boy. Don't try to play me.
I feel like I've run the full gamete of men online and still not been a 1 in 5 relationship. So match.com I guess I'm one of the other 4 people who got screwed by you or who pressed "I agree to the terms and conditions" without reading the fine print. I love reading some of the profiles of what people are looking for, or profile names or "what they're good at" some of these guys are just ridiculous and I really wonder if they honestly hold themselves to that standard because I laugh out loud at some of these profiles. You've got your big overweight guy who only wants to date slender or athletic build women, like seriously dude? You have your guy whose username is PerfectPackage or something lame like that or your guy who says in his section about what he's really good at "sex". Oh, good you have no brain in your head and you are clearly a douche lord for putting that as your answer and any girl who messages you is as big of an idiot as you are.
I've been asked out by someone in Morocco, oh sure your place or the Atlantic Ocean?
So the online world for dating isn't exactly the most ideal place to meet someone, but when you are working shift work, and are a weenie about asking people out what's better than hiding behind a computer screen? I don't even bother lying on my profile because a) I like who I am and don't give a shit if you don't and B) when you meet me you'll know the truth so what's the point? I don't understand why everyone says "so and so has had such good luck on this site" it's like REALLY because I haven't! I can't say that all the guys online are total losers because I have talked to and am talking to a nice guy who hasn't sent any red flags but I suppose eventually I should stop relying on the Internet and get back out there either that or allow my friends to set me up which would be just as frightening.
Back to the jag bags of the online dating world...if you need a good laugh and I know you do let me start off with some of the best pick up lines I've gotten from guys.....
*You are the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen (um BS-pull out a Victorias Secret magazine idiot I'll find you someone hotter)
*You are so beautiful that I just walked into the wall looking at your picture and for insurance purposes I need your name and phone number (UM no)
*Did you fall from Heaven? (HA you have no idea)
*I love how wide your hips are (HOLD UP- DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT'S something to say to a girl?)
*What's the sexiest pair of underwear you own? (UM ew pedophile)
Needless to say any and all idiots who lead with a pickup line get blocked because if you are that big of a d-bag you can't come up with something better I can't waste my time talking to you.
The best is when you hang out with a guy and he acts like he's into you (i.e. kissing you-MOM cover your ears/eyes) and then later on that day text messages you and says, "yeah we can totally hang out again but we probably wouldn't date because I have to be blown away by someone in order to date them and I won't settle for anything less,".........E-E-E-E-Excuse me? Did I hear your dumb ass correctly? So not only did you act into me by kissing me but then you said you'd be settling for me because I didn't blow you away? Really, it was for the better because he wasn't the most mind blowing guy either so all's fair. Or when the guy acts into you and then doesn't call or answer your text messages ever again after he acts like the sun rises and falls in your eyes! This group is the pigs. You know who you are I don't need to name you although I'd love to.
Or the only child momma's boy who has never had to learn how to share so not only is he jealous of anything and anything you pay attention to (i.e. your 5 year old nephew and your dog--I shit you not, I can't make this up if I tried). He would tell his mother when we got into arguments and when I asked him to stop doing that, he said, "you want me to lie to my mom?" UMMMMMMM are we not 25 years old? I don't believe telling our parents every waking move we make is lying per say. They don't need a play by play, this isn't Madden or NBA 2012, they don't need to know EVERY little detail and if they do your mother obviously never cut that cord. Like does he tell her if he's intimate with someone like what the f-? Clearly it didn't work out with this momma's boy, that cord was nowhere near being cut. He also asked me if I had to choose between him and my nephew who would I choose, like that is even a question. He also thought it was his right to discipline my nephew and say that he was a "little shit child." There would be tire marks all over his face from me running fast and far....and in the end there were (figuratively of course).
Then you have the one that got away, granted his situation was legit and you still talk from time to time but he treated you differently than any other guy has ever treated you. He wanted to take things slow because in his words, "relationships that start fast end fast." He was respectful to you and your feelings, did everything to make you feel great and know he was into you without it being like the Pigs. And then he finally got his dream job, and he knew he needed to focus and he couldn't put the time or effort into the relationship that you both knew it needed so he wanted to be friends and you couldn't do it because of your feelings for him and you both cried because you both felt terrible. In the end after some time passed you ended up being friends and you realized what an awesome guy he was and how he is really one in a million. That's you Brandon :) I'm calling you out!
You have you're dirty old men who are as old as your father if not older who message you about wanting to date and settle down. And I have to include in this group the awkwardness of when someone views your profile and you know them, because they were parent's at your mother's school that she teaches at, that's like a million times ew. I have now created a filter on the messaging part of the application so that anyone older than what I have my age limit set at just gets filtered out because it is so heinous.
Then you have the group of guys who think they are totally pulling one over on you, who pretend to like you or want to be in a relationship with you to only reap the benefits of one, you know what I'm talking about. And the best part is they honestly think you are that dumb to buy it. Like I might have been born at night, but not last night. This isn't my first rodeo here play boy. Don't try to play me.
I feel like I've run the full gamete of men online and still not been a 1 in 5 relationship. So match.com I guess I'm one of the other 4 people who got screwed by you or who pressed "I agree to the terms and conditions" without reading the fine print. I love reading some of the profiles of what people are looking for, or profile names or "what they're good at" some of these guys are just ridiculous and I really wonder if they honestly hold themselves to that standard because I laugh out loud at some of these profiles. You've got your big overweight guy who only wants to date slender or athletic build women, like seriously dude? You have your guy whose username is PerfectPackage or something lame like that or your guy who says in his section about what he's really good at "sex". Oh, good you have no brain in your head and you are clearly a douche lord for putting that as your answer and any girl who messages you is as big of an idiot as you are.
I've been asked out by someone in Morocco, oh sure your place or the Atlantic Ocean?
So the online world for dating isn't exactly the most ideal place to meet someone, but when you are working shift work, and are a weenie about asking people out what's better than hiding behind a computer screen? I don't even bother lying on my profile because a) I like who I am and don't give a shit if you don't and B) when you meet me you'll know the truth so what's the point? I don't understand why everyone says "so and so has had such good luck on this site" it's like REALLY because I haven't! I can't say that all the guys online are total losers because I have talked to and am talking to a nice guy who hasn't sent any red flags but I suppose eventually I should stop relying on the Internet and get back out there either that or allow my friends to set me up which would be just as frightening.
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