Back from Vegas: Less single, more sick

I was truly due a vacation. And I got it. But what I neglected to do was figure out what was wrong with me prior to having it. You see, I’ve been sick. I haven’t really discussed it here. But I have had frequent issues and the docs have been little to no help. I guess Vegas brought it all to a head. And I think I left my intestines in the airplane bathroom. Speaking of which, American Airlines is horrible and if I don’t die, I will tell you the whole story — and possibly take them to task as it seems my boyfriend has filed a complaint of their negligence. And of course I still have to share pics.

However, as it stands, I’ve been to the hospital and they assumed it was food poisoning. My doc feels differently given my priors. So at this point, I’m barely focusing on keeping my head up, let alone writing. Forgive my absence, keep me in your prayers, and hopefully I will be back shortly.

Love you all,

Jenice.

How soon is too soon for the first date trip?

As you can see, I’ve become that annoying person who is entirely too busy with work, life and now a boyfriend. I’ve always hated people like that. Those who just couldn’t find the time to hang just because they are dating. But I’ve got a really good reason — it’s been five years. Five long years without a viable relationship and I don’t have any qualms telling you all that it’s been that long. So when something of an improvement comes along that is leaps and bounds better than the half-asses that usually come knocking, it’s kind of hard not to get distracted. I will say though: It’s not like my social calendar has been completely disrupted. I don’t seem to get constant texts or phone calls from people vying for my attention other than work so I guess what I’m really neglecting is this here blog. Sorry about that (all five of you reading…)

So here’s the latest. Next week I may possibly be heading up to Vegas with the new guy. I say possibly because I tend to have the weirdest luck and I wouldn’t be surprised if something truly ridiculous happened to hinder my going. Like maybe a freak accident or I get kidnapped or something. And given that Vegas has been the place that in the last few months EVERYONE around me seems to have gone, it just seems unfathomable that I am actually going.

Anyway, we have been dating for about a month. And let me tell you; it doesn’t feel that short and that’s not a bad thing. So I just feel comfortable enough to take this little trip. And let’s face it. How often does one get to go to Vegas? Scratch that question if you are a frequent traveler. But those of you who don’t get to satisfy that wanderlust, as is my situation, the idea is mouth-watering. And it doesn’t hurt that I will be traveling with someone I care about. Here’s my question, though: Given all the “rules” that maybe we shouldn’t invest too much in anyway, is a month kind of soon for a date trip?  You should know that the tickets are already bought so even if you happen to throw up your red stop signs and flags, I’m still going unless we experience a plague of locusts or pigs suddenly sprout wings and escape their slaughterhouse doom. However I do always value your opinions! And I’m pretty happy that being single that long, and finally examining myself, helped me to be confident enough to give this all a chance. 

So, do I ditch eHarmony?

I have a new dilemma. And I gotta tell you, I didn’t really think this would ever be an issue. As you may have read here before, I joined an eHarmony some time ago. It’s one online dating site that is based on way too many requirements. And because of that, I just can’t say I was successful at it.

However I made a few connections with some really nice guys, all of which were outside of Texas. After a while those can kind of connections fizzle out but then you just keep wondering if you will meet someone after you go through the initial two months of torture to get a good result that final month of your subscription. But the situation now is that I’m being hit up every week (and they are of course out of state) but I am not sure how to respond because now I am actually seeing someone within a 50-mile radius!

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Comedic third date…

Hey. I said I was single. Not dead…

And just like that, it’s over…

Well I found the perfect town-home for me and WAS in the middle of an offer. However, as of 3 p.m. yesterday my realtor told me that at the moment Dallas dropped all EHOP funding for homes that are not on their list of properties in their program. I am notorious for serial bad luck. This took the cake. Right in the middle of my process, I no longer have that $10,000 I was expecting from the city of Dallas. This whole process has been excruciating at best. And then I get this let down. Looks like I will be shopping for another apartment…

People like me don’t have all the money in the world but really want the investment of home-owning. I kind of feel like my “dream” was crushed although I know home-owning isn’t a bed of roses.

 But for all the bad that happens, I guess there is sometimes good. Be sure to check out the latest video from my Eligible Editor series. Looks like I’m kind of dating now. So I guess if I have to continue my trend of renting, maybe I can at least share my loveseat with someone…

Single and seeking…a home that is

So I’ve made my apologies over at my other blog too, but I’ve been a bit distracted lately. I’ve set my mind on being a homeowner. I will have a video and interesting updates here soon. Believe me, a lot has changed in my *cough* love life lately. Maybe that’s the other distraction…

Anyway, it didn’t happen overnight, but I think I’m finally ready to be a grown up. After renting for almost 10 years now, I’m taking this risk of buying a home. After speaking to my loan officer, I near about fell out of my chair when she showed me, in real hardcore numbers, how much money I’ve been wasting on apartments. No equity. No investment. And I’ve had more apartments than real committed relationships.

Though I’m ready to take this plunge, I’m treading very lightly. I know what it means to be single and taking such a step.

Although I consider myself a gal who can handle a few things on my own (pretty much anyway), I’m not sure everyday handy work is one of them. Plus the fact that living alone in a real single-family house isn’t exactly safe. Well, neither is living most places I guess but I’ve resolved that a condo or townhome might be the right first start. And I’ve convinced myself that I will feel kind of creeped out in a REAL house all by my lonesome. Every bump in the night, I can just see myself jump and look at Tiger Lily and ask frantically, ”What was that?”

Condos and townhomes still have a sense of the connectedness of apartments, only not on such a congested scale. And I don’t have to do yard work or deal with a roof. Though I don’t mind gardening and such, I have been assured by a few friends that mowing the lawn gets old after awhile.

So unless I get hitched by the time my lease is up by October, it’s me and Miss Tiger Lily — all set to for condo living. Joy.

Giving out your number isn’t always a good idea…

Around here St. Patrick’s Day is a real excuse for some good old fashion debauchery. I’m sure in your neck of the woods there is some form of carousing, but for some reason I can’t picture it worse than here. On a Saturday along one street in Dallas every year, whether or not St. Patrick’s Day falls on a weekend, begins a full day of block parties, drinking on the street, a parade, puddles of puke, broken beer bottles, lost panties and staggering idiots. And yes, I was among them all — only not anywhere near drunk.

I went out to the “festivities” with a friend of mine. We didn’t do the the full day of mass hysteria. We just strolled down there around six and by then everyone was not just two sheets to the wind but a full duvet. But there was this one seemingly cool guy — one that kept flirting with me and commented on the fact that every time he came by I wasn’t wearing green. Guilty as charged. I was kind of a standout prissy in all pink and a new haircut. Without getting into too many gory details, the total look attracted some unwanted attention. Anyway, this guy seemed pretty sober unlike most of the crowd. Fast-forward to my having to use a glorified outhouse, the seemingly charming guy held my beer while I went to tinkle. Risky, I know, but I was with a good friend so if a roofy got slipped I know she had my back.

By the time we left, I decided to give my card to the seemingly harmless guy — obviously thinking that I wouldn’t hear from him (like all men usually) but I took the chance. Big mistake.

You are at a bar, just as good a time as any for a eHarmony photo…

If you are an online dater, and you are SERIOUS about meeting someone, why would you post this photo.

 

I know my prior entry on this blog complains about the fact that many people choose not to display their image on their profile, but why would you decide to post a photo (two in fact) that:

A.) Shows you plowed off your ass.

B.). Shows you plowed off your ass with another friend.

C.) Shows you plowed off your ass with another friend that is a girl.

D.) Shows you plowed off your ass with a deuce sign, crooked to the side and your shirt undone.

WTF? I enjoy a good libation myself, but I’m not going to try to find a date with a photo of me holding up my drink with pride and only one eye open.

Just post your photo, already…

I don’t just get it. Are you just what most consider ugly? Or are you making a point that looks aren’t everything? OK, this may sound crass. But I just can’t stand how so many matches on these sites like eHarmony insist on not posting a photo.

I know that I’m not exactly model thin. Actually, who really is? And I know I’ve got hips, thighs, and man, not every guy likes glasses on a chick.  But I still take the time to post a photo — and full-length no doubt! I don’t feel like I’ve got anything to hide. What you see is what you get, right? However why would I want to talk to a faceless blip on the radar? I recently received communication from a guy who still has this as his photo.

To add to my annoyance, I actually requested a photo from him. He claimed he didn’t really have any. RED FLAG! Once in the final communication stage, you should at least have ONE photo to show for it! I mean it’s already awkward, doing this online gag. But to keep this thing a blind exchange, well blind on only one side, isn’t exactly sexy. And I have no obligations to speak to anyone who bothered to pay for this service but then not deliver like I am by being confident enough to post a photo — no matter the other person’s perception of it.

It isn’t a thing about looks but more to the point, matching with someone who actually makes a real attempt instead of plays the game too casual. I’m getting too old for the “usual.”

What was that virtue again?

I think it’s alright to say that I’m currently talking to someone. He happens to be several states away though. In California. This weekend was supposed to be his first trip out to see me but work got in the way…again. I know I can’t talk. I work like it’s a husband I’m trying to keep happy. But I’m super disappointed. Am I being too impatient. My parents have always pointed out that flaw. I’m an extremely impatient person. Mostly because I don’t want to ever know I have wasted my time at anything or on anyone.

I know that things come up. But I have a list of things and places on my agenda for today that I was trying to move around or just figure out to clone myself. All the while I knew that my “main” priority was his plane arriving tonight. That isn’t going to happen. Some of you have said that building a friendship first in the event of long distance connections is best. That is happening so maybe I should continue to let that aspect build. But in the meantime, I seem to be in a constant state of jade. As in jaded. As in why do I really want the hassle of trying to strike up a relationship.

Another bad thing: I always wait for that other shoe to drop…actually I wait for several of them.