3 out of 5 stars

10/30/2010 The Romantic 0 Comments

And now, for a recounting of the infamous car boy date.

I personally think it's tacky to ask a girl out in text form. But I do suppose since we never talked before (besides the whole going 60 miles an hour on the freeway thing), that a text message was the least threatening way to ask me out.

I was flipping about before, as per my normal pre-date routine. I don't know why. It just always happens. My room is still wrecked because of the flurried whirlwind of clothing that tornado-ed around my room last night. I opted for a simple over sized plaid jumper type thing, with skinny jeans, and my converse. My hair was curled, and my make up reapplied. The way I saw it, things would either be horribly awkward, or really fun. I was going to try my best to make it as fun as possible.

He picked me up around 6:45. And off we went to the first basket ball game of the season. I thought conversation flowed quite well from the beginning. The game actually went by pretty quickly. And the conversation was good. But it was pretty apparent from the get go that we don't really have ANY interests in common. He basically only likes sports. I do not. I'll go to games of course, but mostly just to be with the people I'm with.

Something he said bothered me though. I asked him what he wanted to do with his major. He said he didn't really know, he just wanted to have a well paying job when he graduated. This comment made me think. I think my biggest turn off is apathy. I think I've probably given up on my husband having the same interests as me, but I still want him to be passionate about something; and appreciate my passions, so that we can share them with each other.

After the game, we went to Sammy's. I finally had a pie shake for the first time after living in P-town for four years. It was scrumptious.

I'm pretty sure he was having a good time, because then he suggested we check out a haunted house by brick oven. Here I should mention that I am the biggest scardey cat on the face of the planet. It only takes a whispered, "Hey, what was that sound?" to send me hurtling into a major panic attack. So I told him we could go, but I'd probably grab onto his arm the whole time. But then he just made fun of me for it. I know it's pretend! But I have horrible night vision!

I guess by the end of the date, what it came down to is that he was trying to hard to be "cool". The basketball game was fun. But the macho, I'm too cool for this haunted house attitude ruined it.

I could have invited him to my ward Halloween party tonight. He did mention several times he had no plans for the evening. But I opted not to.

Maybe I'll say yes to a second date. But I just don't see it happening at this point.

Recent Development

10/28/2010 The Virgin 0 Comments

There was a small change made in my holiday plans last night.

He asked me to go home with him for Thanksgiving.

He doesn't live in Orem. It's a substantial flight.


I'm so excited.



How early is too early to start planning outfit ideas?
Don't answer that...

xoxo
The Virgin

Heeey Jimmer!

10/27/2010 The Romantic 1 Comments

A date with car boy to the first BYU b-ball game of the season? check yes...


and for those of you who are worried about me going on a random date with some man i just met on the freeway. DON'T. I checked him out. And he's actually in my friend's ward. Small world eh?

Traffic Jam

10/23/2010 The Romantic 0 Comments

A group of us were on our way to the great metropolis of Salt Lake City to see the Orchestra at Temple Square perform. I was excited. I curled my hair. Dressed up. And even wore my signature trench-coat scarf combo.

We piled in our friend's car, all five of us. We were ready to roll; up until we hit I-15 that is. 30 minutes after getting on the freeway, we still hadn't hit Pleasant Grove yet. But it was all good. We were just a group of friends, having fun, chatting it up, living our lives.

And then there was this other car. We could see that there were Cougars, just like us, painfully stuck in traffic on a Friday night. It soon became a little waving game. Each car would wave enthusiastically when we passed each other, like the long lost free way buddies we were.

And then they passed us once more, the back window of the driver's side rolled down. So naturally, me being on the passenger side, I rolled down my window too. We chatted. Found ou they were from Provo too. They looked like a friendly bunch (obviously). The traffic was beginning to speed up. I couldn't let the opportunity slip away while the fun was getting started.

So I held up my phone, and motioned to the guy I'd been "chatting" with that he should give me his number. And then he did!!!!! Holding up his fingers, he pantomimed his number while we went 60mph.

I was shocked at myself. I never do things like that. EVER.

The digits were saved in my phone under car boy.
"What next?" I asked my companions. "Text him!" was their reply.

So I did. Banter ensued....

And I'm pretty sure I'll have a date next week with car boy.

Just something to think about next time you're stuck in traffic. ;0)

xoxo
-the Romantic

On the Prowl

10/21/2010 The Romantic 2 Comments

There is a girl in my ward. And I thought she was flirtatious before last night, but man. I had NO IDEA. Before, she just wanted to date. But now, she just wants a boyfriend. And everyone is talking about it. Our FHE brothers remarked on it to a room mate last night. They said she's literally going door to door, making her rounds as she stalks the poor unsuspecting elders in our ward.
One room mate asked her why she doesn't find one boy to like and then focus in on him, and date him. She replied that that just isn't how she works. She's picked several boys to focus on, and will continue to focus on all of them until one of them wants to date her. It's madness! Madness I say! Several boys came over last night. And there was some serious physical contact going on. And I don't just mean elbow touching. I'm talking thigh grabs, upper arm grabs, and arms around the backs of their chairs.
The craziest thing of all, was that I could see this working. The boys were literally melting in her attention.
I'm really interested to see how this all plays out... If you've ever take Anthro 101 from Professor Crandall, it's like the hunting movie we have to watch. The hunters chase a giraffe for five days as the poison from a spear takes over their nervous system. And they don't move anymore. Our Lioness is slowly circling until eventually, she will catch one of these poor boys in her grasp. It's sad, but you just can't look away because on the other hand, it's just too entertaining.

-the Romantic.

ps. guitar hero is MIA. maybe i did read the signals wrong... but i think i'm really ok with it.

Elbows Touching

10/16/2010 The Romantic 5 Comments

It has become the joke amongst my friends and I that touching a man's elbow is the way to capture his attention. Whether or not that's really true, I've been practicing lately to see if it really works.

And I think that maybe it does.

So I haven't even really being putting the elbow grabbing method into practice, I've just been joking around with boys that I will grab their elbow when they do "attractive" things. Such as play the guitar at the ward talent show.

And then, all of a sudden Guitar Hero(he plays guitar quite well) pops on facebook chat all the time now. He comes over, wanting to hang out, and watch arrested development on his big screen.

The next thing I know, I come home at curfew, having watched 6 episodes of arrested development, sitting next to him (arms touching) on the big couch (with no one else sitting on the big couch), deeply confused. And analyzing everything to death.

Does that mean he's interested? I mean, you don't just sit on the big couch, right next to someone, arms touching, for six episodes of arrested development, if there's no interest right?!

It's times like these that make me feel like the Harvard Sailing Team understands the woman psyche way too well.

My favorite part was when I was dissecting this story with one of my friends in German class the next day, and my 80 year old Professor chimed in. (To be read with a German accent) "It does not matter if your arms were touching. It matter if your skin was touching. Were your arms bare?" Danke Herr Professor. I will keep that in mind from now one. I informed him that I was wearing three quarter length sleeves. Subsequently, there was no skin contact that night.
So here are my concerns:
1) It's my turn to invite him to do something now. But I'm not sure if I really want to or not. I'm still getting over Sweater Guy, truth be told. And I think that's ok, because we only officially broke up about a month and half ago.
2) So, let's say I am ready/interested in Guitar Hero. What if I'm just reading all the signs wrong? And then I do something too forward, and get my heart smashed into thousands of tiny little pieces?

I think the plan will be to just continue being friendly. And try not to freak out.

I can't wait for the day when I'm married, and I can look back at dating and just laugh.

xoxo
-the Romantic

Sacrifices

10/05/2010 The Virgin 1 Comments

Let's get one thing straight. I don't bake.

I am the queen of baking disasters.

So let's just all agree that the fact that I'm making him his mother's famous lemon cake for his birthday is kind of a big deal.

And let's all pray that it turns out...

Heaven knows I could use a break.

Le Virgin

Sometimes Guys are Jerks

10/03/2010 The Romantic 0 Comments

Remember the story of the Dramatic One and the Skeleton?

He told her in text he didn't have feelings for her. Three years of emotions destroyed with one simple electronic message. The Dramatic One has pulled through remarkably well. And I am quite proud of her.

She's been there for me through the all of my break ups. I'm only happy to return the favor.

But on the other hand, sometimes guys can be sweet.

My conversations with the Virgin lately have been touching reports of her current blissful relationship status. Bravo dear sir!

A funny story to end the post:

In efforts to be more forward and flirtatious, I was trying to text this boy that he was a super cute guy. It fit in context of the conversation ok? It wasn't until the next day after receiving his confusing response that I realized I had forgotten a word... cute. So I just called him a super guy... (Insert forehead slap here). There is no way to fix that! Gah! I give up. He hasn't really texted me since. Our plans for gelatto seem to be put on hold indefinitely. I felt like a giant zit on the face of the BYU dating scene. My roomies insist that I am not. I will try to believe them and solider onward, hoping that one day, one man will find my Mary-like antics endearing and not ...weird.

-the Romantic

Sometimes You Date Your Best Friend

10/01/2010 The Virgin 0 Comments

And you couldn't be happier.

xoxo
V