Ever had one of those days where everything seems to be going right and then it just goes down hill? Last Wednesday was National Margarita Day, or my favorite holiday of the year. I was so excited to celebrate that night. So as I'm finishing up work someone who has become quite an annoyance called me- work phone and personal phone until I picked up and then I was so pissed off by the end of the conversation I needed a second workout. So I went to the gym and ran for an hour. At the end of the hour I felt slightly disoriented and probably should have sat down for a bit but jumped in the elevator anyways and hit my floor number. You have to understand- no one ever gets on the elevator when I am on it, I get on and get off on my floor. So when the elevator stopped and I was furiously texting my best friend I paid no attention to what floor I was on and got off, still not paying attention and opened my door. Only was it then that I realized my mistake- this wasn't my condo. I got off on the floor above mine when someone else wanted to get in and walked into the condo that is exactly like mine just one floor up. So that led to the awkward conversation as to what I was doing in this guys apartment- obviously having startled him. (Who leaves their door unlocked anyways?!?). So I try to explain the situation, now I sound like a complete crazy person and duck out and make it home.
And no- my margarita wasn't even enjoyable that night. I'll have to make up for that next weekend!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Sassy in the City
As someone in their early twenties I obviously grew up watching Sex and the City and fantasizing of the carefree Carrie Bradshaw way of life. Carrie Bradshaw always seemed relatable yet her experiences far fetched. I never thought that situations she got herself into occurred in real life, however, since I have left my small hometown in CT and now live in a city I have learned that her escapades are not outlandish whatsoever and that gems such as the ones you see on the show truly do exist. Being that I seriously dated someone for roughly 8 years I never experienced these whack jobs that are out there. Now that I'm out enjoying Atlanta nightlife I am meeting some very interesting people and I am able to group them into different categories. I will not give their names or too much of a description so as to not give their identity away, with my luck some of them are definitely reading this...
The Stage Five Clinger Type
I've learned that I tend to attract men who are "stage five clingers". A term best made well known from the hilarious movie Wedding Crashers, stage five clingers will hold on and never let go, causing the other person to go absolutely insane. Its also extremely creepy and awkward when a stage five clinger shows up where you are without you knowing and sends the bartender over with a drink for you when you're trying to get another guy to buy you a drink. Awkward. It never fails, I will find the guy who turns out to be absolutely needy and I wonder how he ever made it through life before I came into the picture. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy taking care of people- I will do anything for those that I love but if you're in your mid to late twenties you should get a grip on your life and run it yourself! Luckily I think I just got rid of my current stage five. Another important note on stage five clingers is that they don't take hints very well, I've learned to be direct with a stage five, otherwise they'll cling on forever.
The I Want a Wife Type
All I will say on this type of guy is that sending a girl a picture of you with small children will not make her fall for you. Especially when she does not want children. If you're in your twenties you should be having fun- not trying to tie this down. This results in an immediate text to your best friend wondering if this situation just happened. This guy may also fall under the stage five clinger category as well.
The Asshole.
Lets face it- most guys are not nice and don't have good intentions. I recently let myself fall for a man within this category. Don't send mixed signals to a girl, its not nice to screw with our heads. There are certain guys who have great jobs and seem to have it together yet all it takes is one awful night out where they invite you and another girl who they clearly plan on bringing home and think you'll be ok with this horribly awkward situation. Instead of causing a scene what you need to do is buy a round of shots for everyone at the surrounding bar and charge it to his tab without him knowing. Then you and your new friends can toast to the fact that you didn't end up with this jerk and move on.
The Disappointment
Lets just say I thought this was a myth. Adorable, perfect chemistry, basically perfect in every way except one. And there's no need to elaborate further on this.
The Creeper
Trying to help a girl escape a stage five clinger is often where the creeper comes in to play. Then you think you didn't give them too much information on yourself when you get a Facebook friend request from them the next week. I am now questioning Facebook's privacy settings. This is the type of guy you do not friend and stay away from because they just seem creepy.
Changing some of my favorite lyrics slightly to fit, "I've got 99 problems but a man ain't one". On to the next.
The Stage Five Clinger Type
I've learned that I tend to attract men who are "stage five clingers". A term best made well known from the hilarious movie Wedding Crashers, stage five clingers will hold on and never let go, causing the other person to go absolutely insane. Its also extremely creepy and awkward when a stage five clinger shows up where you are without you knowing and sends the bartender over with a drink for you when you're trying to get another guy to buy you a drink. Awkward. It never fails, I will find the guy who turns out to be absolutely needy and I wonder how he ever made it through life before I came into the picture. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy taking care of people- I will do anything for those that I love but if you're in your mid to late twenties you should get a grip on your life and run it yourself! Luckily I think I just got rid of my current stage five. Another important note on stage five clingers is that they don't take hints very well, I've learned to be direct with a stage five, otherwise they'll cling on forever.
The I Want a Wife Type
All I will say on this type of guy is that sending a girl a picture of you with small children will not make her fall for you. Especially when she does not want children. If you're in your twenties you should be having fun- not trying to tie this down. This results in an immediate text to your best friend wondering if this situation just happened. This guy may also fall under the stage five clinger category as well.
The Asshole.
Lets face it- most guys are not nice and don't have good intentions. I recently let myself fall for a man within this category. Don't send mixed signals to a girl, its not nice to screw with our heads. There are certain guys who have great jobs and seem to have it together yet all it takes is one awful night out where they invite you and another girl who they clearly plan on bringing home and think you'll be ok with this horribly awkward situation. Instead of causing a scene what you need to do is buy a round of shots for everyone at the surrounding bar and charge it to his tab without him knowing. Then you and your new friends can toast to the fact that you didn't end up with this jerk and move on.
The Disappointment
Lets just say I thought this was a myth. Adorable, perfect chemistry, basically perfect in every way except one. And there's no need to elaborate further on this.
The Creeper
Trying to help a girl escape a stage five clinger is often where the creeper comes in to play. Then you think you didn't give them too much information on yourself when you get a Facebook friend request from them the next week. I am now questioning Facebook's privacy settings. This is the type of guy you do not friend and stay away from because they just seem creepy.
Changing some of my favorite lyrics slightly to fit, "I've got 99 problems but a man ain't one". On to the next.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I'll never let anyone put me in a cage
No this isn't leading into some sick innuendo- but rather a line from my all time favorite movie Breakfast at Tiffanys. Bringing you up to speed, last month I packed up my life and decided to become a southern belle moving to the great city of Atlanta. This summer it hit me that I let myself be put in this metaphorical cage that Paul Varjack and Holly Golightly yell at each other over in probably one of my all time favorite movie scenes. Anyways, not to get sidetracked but after living in a very small town for 24 years I decided if I didn't move on I was going to "trap" myself in this cage and never leave. So since I was already flying to Atlanta frequently to visit friends it seemed like the right place to relocate. After a jam packed weekend in November I managed to find a condo that I fell in LOVE with and started the process of buying my first home. Which to anyone that has not done this before, don't attempt to purchase, close and move in less than a month especially if the holidays are thrown in there. It was the most stressful time of my life. But as I sit here now looking out my floor to ceiling windows with a view of the skyline I realize I made the best decision I have ever made. Granted there are times when I miss my family and friends back home but I feel as if I'm living out the life of Holly Golightly, minus the whole "american geisha" thing. There are times when I feel like I should pinch myself because I can't believe this is my life, and its amazing. Since I've moved here I have tried to pull my condo together to make it a home, gotten to know my neighbors who I love, hit as many hotspots as I can and already had several visitors to experience my new life.
My life in Atlanta compared to my life in Connecticut is like night and day, and I don't mean that in a bad way, I mean it in the sense that the two are so different they cannot be compared. People in the south are so incredibly nice and will go out of their way to do things for you. I understand completely why they all have this view of northerners being rude, well mostly they all just think New Yorkers are rude and they don't have enough of a grasp of CT so they don't know what to make of me. My neighbor did however think that since I was from up north I must have known the cast of the Jersey Shore- I'm still laughing over that one. There are some very interesting people who live in my building and I'm sure I'll get to meet all of them tomorrow at our budget meeting. As per usual I've had several awkward moments, but it wouldn't be me unless I turn a normal meet and greet into what seems like a totally weird situation.
I've also learned how to take my independence to new levels. For those who know me can attest to the fact that I have always been fiercely independent and will ultimately do what I want. Well I thought I was completely independent until I moved into my own home and realized my dad wasn't here to do everything for me anymore. When I called him two days ago to tell him of my latest home depot adventure to buy a new air filter for my furnace he started going on about how he tried to show me these things when I was little but I wanted no part of it. Again, typical. Now he just gets phone calls from me every other day asking how to do home owner things such as how to change license plates, using a drill bit, what types of tools I need and just any question that may involve home depot in general because I have not found one person in that store helpful whatsoever.
Anyways I think I'm starting to get the hang of it- well for now. I'm sure tomorrow will be another adventure.
My life in Atlanta compared to my life in Connecticut is like night and day, and I don't mean that in a bad way, I mean it in the sense that the two are so different they cannot be compared. People in the south are so incredibly nice and will go out of their way to do things for you. I understand completely why they all have this view of northerners being rude, well mostly they all just think New Yorkers are rude and they don't have enough of a grasp of CT so they don't know what to make of me. My neighbor did however think that since I was from up north I must have known the cast of the Jersey Shore- I'm still laughing over that one. There are some very interesting people who live in my building and I'm sure I'll get to meet all of them tomorrow at our budget meeting. As per usual I've had several awkward moments, but it wouldn't be me unless I turn a normal meet and greet into what seems like a totally weird situation.
I've also learned how to take my independence to new levels. For those who know me can attest to the fact that I have always been fiercely independent and will ultimately do what I want. Well I thought I was completely independent until I moved into my own home and realized my dad wasn't here to do everything for me anymore. When I called him two days ago to tell him of my latest home depot adventure to buy a new air filter for my furnace he started going on about how he tried to show me these things when I was little but I wanted no part of it. Again, typical. Now he just gets phone calls from me every other day asking how to do home owner things such as how to change license plates, using a drill bit, what types of tools I need and just any question that may involve home depot in general because I have not found one person in that store helpful whatsoever.
Anyways I think I'm starting to get the hang of it- well for now. I'm sure tomorrow will be another adventure.
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