A Goodbye from an old Friend

1/30/2014 The Romantic 3 Comments

Hello dearest readers,

I know my absence has thrown you into the deepest pits of misery and woe. "Where has the Romantic gone?" your heart cried. "Why does she not grace us with her presence?" "Is she married? Engaged? What has become of our dearest heroine?"

I hate to inform you that my life has been rather dull of late. I graduated from good ole' "Breed 'Em Young" University as I like to term it. And my life has been full of nothing but Korean soap operas and period BBC dramas ever since.

My life last semester produced no romantic intrigues to the disappointment of not only myself, but to many of my family members; whom fear above all else that I will never marry. Ah, but such is the life of a 24 year old college graduate.

It seemed that every time I tried to engaged any boy in any sort of social activity, he stood me up. I'm not speaking in terms of dates either. I'm talking about good old fashioned friendship. You know, the thing that used to exist before applications like twitter and tinder. I would invite them over, to "hang" as it were (actually as it weren't, it was usually for a home cooked meal. I became quite domesticated this last year you see), they would acquiesce, and then never show up.

You can imagine my broken heart.

And so, I took to concentrating on my career. And by my career, I mean my internship. I wish I could tell you what it was, dear readers. But I suppose you'll have to take me at my word that it was very prestigious and written about in several newspapers.

But I digress.

The point is, I've grown quite tired of it all. You know what I mean, from the dating game as it were: failing at flirting, desperately trying to date, becoming bitter. My attempt to participate at one YSA activity since being home left me a bit in the doldrums.

So I'm giving it up for an exciting new adventure. I'm going to a place half-way around the world to a place where singles wards do not exist.

South Korea! I've taken an engagement of a different sort; to become an English teacher. Yes, yes, I still have plans to become a professor further down the line. But, being single, unmarried, AND graduated has provided me a wealth of opportunities to do, well, whatever I damn well please (excuse my French).

So while I'm sure my life will be nothing like a Jane Austen novel in the slightest, and without a friend in the city I'll be living in, I'll have much more time to grace you with my presence. Aren't you so excited dear readers? Won't this be delightful?

xoxo
-the Romantic

Here's hoping to have ssome sort of romantic adventure! 

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A Date 6 Months in the Making

1/13/2014 The Blue Stocking 2 Comments

The only time I truly dread Fridays is when they've been turned into high pressure date nights. I usually end up getting a small amount of sleep the night before and spend the whole day panicking while my friends send me “don’t jump” messages.

But Friday with Smitie came sooner than I expected and the pre-date movie night (aka the night I spent with The Cousin) had me feeling less on edge. He picked me up for dinner and a show. My usual route to making a guy not like me is to flip the switch to nerdy Blue and let my freak flag wave, but I was walking a fine line. While I wanted Smitie to find me resistible I didn’t want him reporting back to The Cousin that I was loony tunes.  

Also he cleared up the whole 6 months of cold shoulder, apparently he thought I was dating someone in the ward. I have to admit there is another guy that I haven't mentioned and I can see why he thought something may be going on. I'll get to more of that later. So I guess he was kinda off the hook, buuut that didn't mean I was ready to swoon anytime soon, if ever. 

After dinner we were driving to a show when we started talking about our passions. I’m going to let you in on one of my pet peeves. People who claim to love love love something and end up knowing little to nothing about it. Don’t tell me you are obsessed with Shakespeare after only reading Romeo and Juliet in high school, don’t tell me country music is all you listen to than blink in confusion when I mention Garth Brooks, and do not tell me Jane Austen is your favorite person after only watching Pride and Prejudice.

I get that I take my obsessions to an unhealthy level, but I want the guy I like to at least have the decency to be knee deep in crazy town over some odd fixation.

Phew, ok let’s get back on track. We got to the show and I could tell he was trying to start something. There was a whole lot of nudging, knee touching, and flirty eyes, but my body language suggested a complete lock down. He’s attractive and everything, but that only goes so far.


I’m not even going to tell you about the door scene because I’m still trying to scrap it out of my memory. I don’t know if he’ll ask me out again, but I do know I need to make something happen with the Cousin. Any ideas?

-The Bluestocking

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