Woman = shallow!

So I've been checking out a couple of internet dating sites this past week.
I'm starting to get the feeling my little goal of meeting 10 people is a lot harder than I thought.

Initially I figured I'd e-mail/message a bunch of people online, go on a date with a whole bunch of people and after a bunch (i.e. 10) different people, I'd really have an idea of whats out there and what I want.

In theory that sounds easy but it'll only work if someone writes back to me!

I have no idea if it's my profile, my pictures or what I'm writing to these people but on one site, out of 15 people I contacted, no one wrote back.

A couple of women didn't even open the message (on this particular site it says if the message has been read, unread, read deleted and unread deleted).

One person I messaged, even though her criteria interested me, I only messaged her because I saw she lived where I want to move to and all I asked in the message was how it is to live in the area and if she has any advice.

She didn't even open it! She just deleted it, most likely based on my pictures.

I don't see whats so wrong about them, maybe their just a bit too goofy?

Currently my pictures are:
1. A close up of my head and shoulders at 3/4 view so you can see I have a goatee
2. A picture of me standing in a t-shirt holding something (you can see I"m skinny)
3. A picture of my with a goofy smile and 6 drinks in front of me
4. A picture of my holding my shirt open, revealing that I"m Spiderman (my friend made me wear that to the Spiderman 3 premiere)
5. A picture of me wearing a shirt dressed as a tree (I thought it was cute)
6. A picture of me drunk playing air guitar with a co worker

I don't have anything better and I figured some fun pictures would show my fun side. If the people I message would at least contact me they'd find out I'm not a bad guy.

I think that online dating is 99% on looks and I laugh when I message someone I don't even find that pretty but say to myself "I shouldn't single out people because of a photo" and then they dont' get back to me.

Maybe I"m going about this all wrong... I might take a break for a few days to calm down.

Classification

So I recently decided to start checking out online dating sites again.
There is this particular free one, plentyoffish.com that I've been checking out the past couple of day.

One thing I hate about online dating (and I guess dating in general) is how we have to classify our body type.

The website offers few choices:
Thin,
Athletic
Average
Slightly overweight
Big and tall/BBW

I'll admit there are a lot of large people on the website. Some put average, which I think it awful because I'm sorry, but you don't look average. Then there are those who write prefer not to say which is dumb because that automatically says you're ashamed to talk about your weight.

I truly admire those who list themselves as a few extra pounds. At least they are honest with themselves and not ashamed of how they look.


Now i"ll be honest, I am not really attracted to large women. It may have something to do with the fact that I"m such a skinny guy. However, I'm not only attracted to super skinny model types. I"ve been attracted to several people who are cuddly. Just because the person lists themselves as slightly overweight doesn't mean I won't consider messaging them if they have a pretty face and something interesting to say.

But it's crazy how I saw pictures of people from skinny to quite large all listing themselves as average! Do they mean the avergae skinney/middle/large person? What is average these days?

GFTOW

I would like to thank altijdprij and leigh (my only audience??) for the support and advice recently.

I looked up what GFTOW stood for and found out it's Go Fuck (Find) Ten Other Women. I read up about it and although I don't believe that i have one-itis (stuck on one woman) or an extreme case of it I think I'm going to try GFTOW.

I've given it some thought, and although I'm not the kind of guy who would go and have sex with 10 random girls (I'm still trying for one!), I've decided I'm going to try and go on a date with 10 different people and write about each date on this blog.

I figure, after meeting 10 different people, it will give me a chance to figure out what I want and find important in a relationship and significant other. Also, it'll be great material for this blog.

Everyone wins!

Most importantly I want to just have some fun!

Just a warning though, I don't know how long it'll take me to meet 10 girls. Heck it may take forever for me to even get one date, but we'll see.

Right now I'll start with the online approach but if I meet people in person that'll do too.

Also, YES, I do want to borrow The Game from you Leigh. I was going ot buy it but if you're willing ot lend it to me, you're saving me 40$!

Progress

This past week has been pretty crazy.

One thing that was bothering me was that Wendy had her birthday party this past Saturday. I was actually at a bar around the corner from her planned party.

I went out with the intentions to not think about her and have some fun.


For the most part, no fun was had at all.

I was at a bar with Body Builder but he ended up chatting up a much older, drunken woman. I was tired of waiting around and we had planned to go to a house party together, so I convinced him I"d head there early and meet him there.

On the way to the party I bought 6 pack case of beer. I arrived at the apartment, ring the bell and no answer.

I called the person. No answer.

So I bailed early and went home at 11:30pm.

I ended up staying up with Ira until 2am looking on online dating sites for potential dates (for both of us).

Actually, I recently decided to give internet dating a shot again and spent the night before updating my "online profile". This is what I came up with:

"Hey! I'm a super outgoing, funny and all around good guy (I give my seat on the bus to little old ladies). I've always got a smile on my face and get great joy out of making others laugh. My current hobbies include playing acoustic guitar, performing improvisational comedy (think Whose Line Is It Anyway), reading all kinds of books (fantasy, biographies, fiction) and playing floor hockey. I have a secret love for dressing up and am known to go a bit overboard when Halloween comes around. I am a graphic designer and I lived in Australia for a full year. I loved traveling and wish I could do it again, sooner than later.

Just putting myself out there to meet new and interesting people. I'd like to hang out with someone who can make me laugh at all the silly things they do, introduce me to new rock bands, and just walk and talk around the city for hours. Hey, if anything were to blossom from that, then bonus."

I already got a message from someone who contacted me out of the blue. We wrote back and forth twice so far but then I realized she's living in Vermont and she hasn't wrote back since.

Also, yesterday I saw pictures of Wendy's birthday party and it actually didn't bother me at all. In fact, I feel bad saying this, but after looking at her pictures, I didn't even find her as attractive as I once did.

I guess I'm on the right track to moving on...

Even more craziness

Sorry I havn't had a chance to blog in a few days.
This past week has been nuts.

Not only because of all the things I previously mentioned but on top of that yesterday my brother Ira slipped on ice and shattered a bone in his hip.

He happens to work in a lab at a hospital and it happened down the street as he was leaving to go home.

A bystander helped him and called 911 for an ambulance.

He was in a lot of pain last night but he seemed better today. The worst thing is that he's devastated he has to cancel this trip he was planning for the past 6 months. The trip was an organized thing that happens once a year and he's not sure if it will be it's last year or not. On the other hand, he may miss a trip but at least it wasn't that serisous an injury that he won't be able to walk anymore.

He's having surgery done tomorrow morning.

I'm doing fine, just a bit shook up from it. My finger still hurts when I touch the tip and I can't bend my finger all the way, but soon enough it will heal fully.

Work is going ok and my boss is gone for the whole week so it's not that stressful.

I was feeling a bit down with everything that happened (Wendy, my finger, my glasses, my brother, etc.) . If there is ever a time I've felt like I needed someone to feel better, it was this past week. Part of me was temped to contact Wendy but I used my better judgment.

At the hospital, Ira's ex-wife showed up. A lot of my family members were not pleased, saying amongst themselves that her presence will only mess with my brothers head and that although she cares for him, they split and it's over.

That made me think and I realized that "needing" someone to feel better is not the best thing and that I can deal with this stuff in a better way than by calling Wendy and seeking comfort.

I have a feeling things will start to get better soon enough.

What a hellish week

This week has been pretty insane. Before I begin ranting I just want you to know that I'm fine and I am still in good spirits. All in all, my week wasn't THAT bad. I wasn't suicidally depressed or anything, it's just when you put it all together, one can only say"Man! What a horrible week!".

Well where do I begin?

First off I've been really tired a lot lately. Work has become very busy lately. It's unavoidable, but we've been doing EVERYTHING last minute and all the extra hours and skipping lunches didn't help much.

As mentioned earlier this week, I was feeling a bit down over the whole Wendy thing. I have no intention of getting back together with her or have initiated anything silly (like changing my mind and going to her party tonight). I think it's just totally normal to reflect on the past when you were with someone and in turn feel a little lonely. My friend Maynard told me that it took him 6 months to get over a girl once.

On Monday it took me an extra hour to get to work. I waited and waited for my bus that never came. It got so cold waiting outside I decided to take the subway which takes a lot longer but didn't care.

Tuesday sucked because I was approached by my boss that he needed something due the next day that previously took me several days to complete. I knew that the first time it took me longer than it should have so I was confident I could finish in time.

I did finish it in time but I needed to bring it home and worked on it until 11pm so I was pretty exhausted.

Wednesday was probably the only pretty good day off my week. I went to floor hockey and although I felt tired, my team mates said I played really well. Alas, I missed scoring like 30 times! (I'm not that good a player but improved a lot since starting this year).

After Wednesday came Thursday (it usually does, I think...). The Squeamish beware:
I woke up Thursday morning and felt exhausted. I don't know why but I was (maybe from work?).

I arrived to work like every other day at around 8am. I settled in and ate a couple of pieces of cheese with an OJ juice box (thisis my breakfast) .

At 8:40am I began working. I needed desperately to change some labels on some samples so they could be mailed properly to a customer. I printed out the new labels and began to cut them out.

At 8:50am, I was daydreaming (I can't remember what, part of me thinks it may have been Wendy but I think I was just out in space about anything) and accidently sliced off the tip of my middle finger.

I immediately calmy gt of my seat, walked to the first person I saw (which happened to be my bosses Partner and his Sales Rep) and interrupted their conversation saying "I cut myself badly and don't know what to do..."

Turns out Sales Rep cut off a whole finger 5 years ago so she knew how to take care of me.

She took my finger and cleaned it up. I finally looked and noticed that I chopped off a tiny piece of my finger. She told me I went through "The 3 layers of skin and can see a little meat" but assured I was fine. She told me to put pressure o nit until the bleeding stopped, which will be 10 minutes.

Forty minutes later, it was still bleeding. By then my boss showed up. He was really concerned and put in a cab to the hospital.

I got there at 10am and around 10:30 I saw the nurse. She gave me clean piece of gauze (which turned red quickly) and sent me to the waiting room.

I was pretty pissed I couldn't read my book (Douglas Coupland's Girl In A Coma) because I needed to use my good hand to put pressure on the bad one.

I waited about 5 hours until I saw a doctor.

Inside, I met the residence doctor who didn't seem to know what to do. She took of my bandage and blood started to dripped all over the place.

She left and returned with the doctor and a high school student who is on observation of how it is to be a doctor.

The doctor was a really great guy. A young guy, sounded competent and really funny. He proceeds to remove my bandage and then we hear a noise.

The doctor asked what happened and the resident said she saw the student trip. The doctor approaches the student and 10 seconds later he faints!

Twenty minutes later the doctor is back.

He froze my finger, made a mock turnicate with a rubber glove and cauterized the wound with silver nitrate.

6 hours after arriving, I left th e hospital with a nice big bandage on my finger.

Friday was not that much better.

I didn't cut any fingers, but I had a deadline for the end of the day. My finger hurt and then halfway through the day my glasses spontaneously broke! The lens fell out and there was a piece of metal that was no longer attached together.

That didn't make my day any easier. I had to put scotch tape on the lens and it gave me a tiny headache.

Well at least today is Saturday.

Tonight is Wendy's party. I'm not going. I'm hoping to find something to do to keep my mind off of it.

Shitty Week

This week sucks.

Work has been stressful.

I'm tried and unmotivated.

I keep thinking of Wendy...

A more productive (and possibly happier post) to come whenI got more free time.