Chase (v): To follow rapidly in order to catch (this could pertain to my career), to go and follow in pursuit (I think I’ll assign this to love)

I wish I had a PhD in life, unfortunately I don’t. It’s a hard thing to do and being an independent woman in Boston doesn’t make it any easier; I’m a triple A, work till I drop, laugh a lot because I can, walk fast, talk fast kinda girl. I do it all and I do it in 5 inch heels.

You would think navigating a career and a new relationship while breaking the age barrier of 30 would be as easy as getting home in a timely manner during a sox-yankees series (this ladies and gents is sarcasm at its finest). However it is not and I am stumbling through this cray cray life one day at a time with a iPhone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

These are my daily musings; my everyday observations. I am here to rave, rant , tell my stories and perhaps laugh at those times when wine and over priced shoes, tears just aren’t enough.

So what happens after you caught Prince Charming? You could say I’m still Chasing Boston.




Monday, March 8, 2010

Episode 2: “You’ve Got Mail”

Coming to grips with the fact that I am in the middle of the on-line dating revolution has made me realize 3 things:
(1) Describing myself in 500 characters is easy.
I’m amazing, I Wear Heels every day, I like Hot Dogs, Oysters, Wine and Michael Jackson
(2) Guys describing themselves in 500 characters is Hilarious!
I want to know the real you, I like snuggling on the couch, laughing at inside jokes we create with each other, cooking on Sunday Mornings, taking you out for nice dinners on the town and pampering you like the woman you are (insert any additional cliché phrase that guys think girls want to hear)
(3) it’s not as easy as I thought

We all have the friends who are a walking commercial for the On-Line dating adds, I like every other single girl in the city was curious, I mean if Ellen “snobby McSnob-ster” can find Mr. “Crest Pro-Health White Smile, Business Savant, Amazing Golf Swing, Nicest Man You Ever Met” than I can surely find someone who I can sort of tolerate for a short amount of time.

Or so I thought…

At first it was an ego boost, I was getting “winks” left and right (I have no idea what they are or what purpose they serve, but it I liked it.) Then I woke up from my dream world and reality set in...was I so much of a freak that I had to turn to meeting people on line just to get a date?! There was only one cure for my on-set depression; wine with a floater of Jimmy Choo.

Soon, my daily email was flooded with all types of characters vying for my attention; unfortunately they all lacked the creative edge to consider a response. If I had to hear “you seem like a pretty and intelligent person and I think we have a lot in common” again I was going to gag. Then you had the opposite end of the spectrum where Mr. Bigdong69 resided, and FYI just because I have a deliverance reference in my profile does not mean that sending me an email with the title of “I’m going to make you squeal like a pig” is appropriate, in fact that is the opposite of appropriate. Good God, who are you?!?!

And then one day in mid December, there it was…. The perfect email; it was funny, witty, and he clearly took time to read through my profile. I found myself giggling like a school girl (which also triggers my gag reflex) and although he was from NY, I wanted to know more. We exchanged a few message, did the number swap and agreed to meet. Via email, he fit like a glass slipper. Of course we hit it off (home boy looked AH.MAZ.ING in a suit) and 3 glasses of Riesling later, we parted ways and I skipped the entire way home.

I was excited to get the text just 12 short hours later asking for a second date….. He would come to be known as McSport.

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