So, as some of you know, lately I've been expanding my dating adventures. I went into this thinking...well, if nothing else, it's a free drink, right? But now, after a few dates with a few random guys, I'm starting to wonder, how much is a free drink worth?
Now, don't get me wrong. All of these guys have been interesting in their own ways. But you all know how easily I can eliminate a guy, and DC has not taken that out of me. Here are just a few snippets:
One guy told me about how his mom is dying for him to have kids so she has some "normal" grandkids because his brother has some redneck kids from a variety of different women...none of whom he's actually dating or married to at this point.
Another guy told me that he goes straight home after work to play video games and then he stays up until about 2 am playing. And he couldn't believe that his roommate had the audacity to give him a hard time about it and make fun of him for never working out. By the way, he's a US Marshal...scary to think I could probably out run him, right?
And my all-time favorite - I had a guy tell me that even though he's short, he'd be willing to wear "shape ups" to get a little taller if I prefer taller guys.
So, here's what I've learned: If by 30 minutes into the date, I'd rather be cleaning my condo and eating sour patch kids than hanging out with him, it's not worth the free drink.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Becoming a Washingtonian?
So, as the winter continues on, I've been thinking that I might be turning into a Washingtonian. Now, I knew if I stayed here for a while, this would probably happen eventually. But I never knew it would happen THIS quickly. Here are a few signs:
1. A few nights ago, I went over to a friend's house and it was 47 degrees out. I determined that this was "warm enough" to justify going in flip flops and a sweatshirt. No jacket needed for this warm winter night! Now, let me remind you that the first week that I moved here in August, it was in the low 70s in the evenings and I was covered in goosebumps!
2. I'm in the middle of doing laundry. I used to divide my laundry by colors and whites. I now separate it by blacks and whites. I blame the girl who made fun of my pink umbrella for completely traumatizing me into wearing only black.
3. Last week it was in the 60s and sunny, and I raved about how warm and beautiful the weather was outside. In Florida, 60s would have completely justified Uggs.
4. I complain about waiting for metro if the time for the next train is over 3 minutes. When I first moved here, I couldn't understand why people cared if you had to wait 10 to 15 minutes for a train. I'm now THAT person.
5. I LOVE brunch and happy hour. These are 2 of my favorite things about turning into a Washingtonian. At least if I have to be grumpy over the metro and look depressed in my all black outfits, at least I can drink mimosas and eat french toast on a Sunday afternoon with 90% of the other people in this city. Who by the way, are also dressed in all black and completely grumpy!
1. A few nights ago, I went over to a friend's house and it was 47 degrees out. I determined that this was "warm enough" to justify going in flip flops and a sweatshirt. No jacket needed for this warm winter night! Now, let me remind you that the first week that I moved here in August, it was in the low 70s in the evenings and I was covered in goosebumps!
2. I'm in the middle of doing laundry. I used to divide my laundry by colors and whites. I now separate it by blacks and whites. I blame the girl who made fun of my pink umbrella for completely traumatizing me into wearing only black.
3. Last week it was in the 60s and sunny, and I raved about how warm and beautiful the weather was outside. In Florida, 60s would have completely justified Uggs.
4. I complain about waiting for metro if the time for the next train is over 3 minutes. When I first moved here, I couldn't understand why people cared if you had to wait 10 to 15 minutes for a train. I'm now THAT person.
5. I LOVE brunch and happy hour. These are 2 of my favorite things about turning into a Washingtonian. At least if I have to be grumpy over the metro and look depressed in my all black outfits, at least I can drink mimosas and eat french toast on a Sunday afternoon with 90% of the other people in this city. Who by the way, are also dressed in all black and completely grumpy!
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