I've got a feeling...

Actually I don't. I keep thinking I should write in my blog more often but I tend to feel like I have to sit here with something specific to write about....but I've got nothin' today. No clever subject matter to start with, I just felt like writing. 

I mean I could tell you how excited I am about our night out tonight to celebrate birthdays with dinner and dancing with the gang, but then that doesn't really take up a whole blog...but then again this whole blogging thing is really more about me just writing something and keeping my brain from turning into mush anyways. It's not really about worrying that other people are silently judging the quality of my writing, poor punctuation and run-on sentences. Wow this sounds like I have some issues to work through. I guess everyone's a little bit paranoid every once in a while. Hmm.

Well, I guess thats it for now. I have errands to run before this evening.....maybe I will have a more interesting post for tomorrow...

There's a Fine, Fine Line...

So as a part of a dance troupe we are required (and this makes total sense) to have a solo we have choreographed ourselves. I have spent the last two months battling the ideas in my brain and struggling to find a song that meant something to me....I had a few songs running through my brain, but there was this nagging back there somewhere that kept pulling me back to a song from Avenue Q.

Yeah I know its a musical about inappropriate puppets. But let me tell you a little story. When I finished college I decided to take a trip to New York, my (now ex) boyfriend and I had just gotten back together and he came with me. It was (up until Paris this year) one of the best vacations I ever took. So one morning we were eating breakfast at Ellen's Stardust Diner where all the waiters are really struggling Broadway hopefuls (who would have guessed, right?) anyways we had a great waitress who sang this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTFI9sQdpGo. This should have been a tip off of what was to come for he and I as a couple. Oh well, we were both a little slow I guess.

Anyway, I have loved that song ever since, so with the encouragement of my dance girls I decided to tackle the song. I was trained in Musical Theater, and which in my school meant we must pick focal points, focus on the lyrics and the express the emotions through them...movement is somewhat secondary. So taking away the words and forcing movement through dance has been a struggle for me. Saturday I had a fight with the song, a bit of a breakdown, some wine, and some silence. On Sunday I choreographed. and it was good. (sorry I couldn't resist)

Sunday evening I performed what I had for my troupe, and I can't begin to explain how proud I felt of the piece even in it's incomplete, raw and awkward beginning because it is mine 100%. I feel like I won the first battle. Now I just need to get up the courage to perform it.

A Special Place in Hell...

So if you know me, you are probably familiar with my transparent faces. There's gleeful face, doubtful face, irritated face and the list goes on....but by far most popular is my judgement face, or "Judgey Face" as the girls call it.

Today while browsing at Borders my judgey face came out in full force, to the point where I think I flinched a little when I realized it. Ok I was a little ashamed of it afterwards.

Anyways I am reading the back of a book when these shoes walk by, I notice shoes a lot. These shoes are four inch, white strappy sandals with some overly tanned feet inside them. I shrug to myself and continue wandering. Then I catch a glimpse of the owner of said Fake and Bake feet and stripper shoes.

She has a micro mini denim skirt on and a painted on white tank top and to top it off some seriously bleached blonde hair. Then she turned around....she had to be at least 50....and she was ROUGH. (YES I am judging right now and I can hear the disdain in my typing)

My first horrible thought was, she reads? Then as if that wasn't bad enough I thought to myself, oh of course it's just romance novels. Now I am not bashing the romance novel I even own a  few myself...but this whole picture was just priceless...like "People of WalMart" priceless. Jeez, I am such a jerk!

I had to share this because I felt a little ashamed of my judgement, but hopefully someone can laugh at it too...I mean at least she reads something right???

Signs of a successful party!

So my new roomie and I had our housewarming party last night. While there were a few snags along the way I am pretty sure that the party was a success, because of the following:

1. An empty beer bottle was found in my bathroom
2. The rum punch ran out before the party did
3. We got kicked out of the pool for being too loud
4. We made brownies at 2:00 in the morning (no not special brownies, it wasn't that kind of party)
5. We made a 3:00am burrito run, but had to get one of our guests to drive us.
6. The fact that there were only 8 burgers and 20 people didn't slow anyone down....there was beer.
7. Spontaneous Belly Dance performances in the kitchen and dining room.
8. Discovering half price cake Mondays!
9. Sprinkle Spark...nuff said..you know who you are
10. Actually contemplating finding a bar with an hour to go before last call....

Yep it was a good party.

Volunteer Boy

I never thought I would have a story to share that was work related until a friend reminded me of this one.

A big part of my job involves working with volunteers. I coordinate their assignment, train them, feed them and generally make them feel welcome while they are in studio. I enjoy it, I love people so the job works. Not to mention you get to meet some really funny people (and some scary ones to I'll admit).

Anyway, one evening we had a volunteer group come in and there was a very friendly and not-so-unattractive guy who was in the group. All evening he chatted with me about my job, about the station, about Houston (he's new to the city). I just assumed he was just a friendly guy, until he made a comment about me being the one who would have to come find him if he got lost in the building...and kept putting his had on my lower back every time he spoke to me. That's pretty close proximity when speaking to someone you just met in my opinion.

Anyways, after the evening ended he asked me for my business card and I gave it to him and sent him on his way. Meanwhile my co-workers and I went out to a bar after the big night. While sitting and chatting at the bar my phone rings and it's an unrecognized number, and I do something I never do...I answered it.

It was the volunteer! He asked if he could meet up with us, I was so thrown off by the fact that he called me that I immediately said no and made up an excuses that I was about to go home. But as I sat there with my coworkers after I got off the phone I started thinking about it. This guy actually had the guts to call my cell phone and ask if he could meet up with me. 

So the following week I sent him a quick email apologizing for blowing him off on Friday night, and telling him I would still like to meet him sometime. So we set a date for the following Tuesday to meet for drinks after work. Tuesday never came, he ended up cancelling because he had to leave town on a family emergency (yes I know how bad that sounds, I figured he was blowing me off now)

A week later I get a text from him asking me when the next Interclub is. I have no idea what he is talking about so I reply with, I think you have me confused with someone else.

And the following conversation ensues:

Volunteer Boy: My bad...I'm just going to call you Bonnie from now on.

Me: Bonnie huh? What if I like my name?

Volunteer Boy: Then we can put it as your middle name ☺

Me: Oh Alright but in all fairness I will have to assign you a new middle name

(A few hours go by)

Volunteer Boy: Still waiting

Me: Hmm....how about Joe? Too generic?

Volunteer Boy: You're teasing me now aren't you? Grrr...

Me: Maybe a little ☺

(Another hour or so goes by)

Me: Hey Joe, a few friends of mine are going to the House of Blues Foundation Room tonight if you care to join us for drinks 

Volunteer Boy: Bonnie, I wish I could, I'm not in Houston...

Me: Ah, Too bad Joe, maybe next time.

Volunteer Boy: Yo, I call you by your first name....Joe is my temporary middle name...

Me: Some people go by there middle name if they like it more than their given name...and when did bonnie become my permanent name?

This is where the text conversation ended, either my sarcasm didn't translate well via text (which is highly probable) or he had no comeback and lost interest. I don't know what ever happened to him because he disappeared off the face of the earth after that. Oh well. It was fun for the day, and at least I know the out of town part wasn't a blow off....I don't think.

However this is just further proof of the evils of new technologies in the world of dating.

The Texter

So I joined match.com once.

I thought it might be a good way to meet people, I should have known better with my luck. I don't know about all the people out there who say they met the love of there life online, or their friend's friend did, or there co-worker's uncle or whatever the story is.

My experience with online dating has been mostly that the people I have come into contact with on those sites are there because they are socially inept....case in point:

So I met this guy on match.com, he emailed me a few times and then we chatted on yahoo, and I thought this guy is really pretty funny...so after a few more emails I decide to bite the bullet and give him my phone number. I never actually spoke to him on the phone though....because he began texting me almost right away....and constantly.

When I say constantly, I mean ALL THE TIME. He would text me every morning just to say good morning, in the afternoon to see what I was having for lunch at night to say good night.....it was a little much. The clincher was when my phone went off at 8am on a SUNDAY MORNING. I thought to myself, God this guy is smothering me and we haven't even met. When he woke me up with a chipper "Good Morning" text on my peaceful Sunday I knew that was the end and we would NEVER work out.

So I did what any chicken shit online dater would do, I made up a story and told him I'd met someone else and that I was so sorry our timing didn't work out.

The real question is, why couldn't I just be honest with this guy and tell him "Dude, you are clingy and needy and you need to back off". I need to stop being so damn PC about everything....maybe if I were honest with that guy he could successfully meet another nice but socially awkward online dater and they could live happily ever after....but not with me Dude, 'cause whoa.