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Entries from December 2009

Is he just busy? Or gay?

December 5, 2009 · 1 Comment

Obama smells Michelle's waning interest in the air. He's been really busy lately and putting her second. But he's a man with a plan. He'll make it right. Just knock a couple things off your plate dude. For instance: healthcare, war.

Dear ss,

I’ve been dating this guy for about a month and it was going pretty well until he stopped making plans with me as much. A friend set us up because it seemed like we were both in the same place (i.e. wanting to settle down), but when I mentioned to our friend that he hadn’t been making plans, he was like, oh yeah, that’s just how he is. What? He wasn’t like that before and we were open with each other right off the bat with what we want. But now I can hardly nail him down for a phone conversation. I will say he’s going to school at night and working full time and has finals coming up…and he volunteers. But still. Why won’t he make a plan with me? I think I need to have a talk with him.

No One Puts Baby in the Corner

Dear NOPBITC,

No, no one should ever put you in the corner. You are a gem and deserve the best. But wait! [screeeeeeeeeech] I can’t believe these words are coming from my mouth because I’m usually the one wanting things to progress IMMEDIATELY. And I’ve always said a man without a plan is an uninterested man

But seriously, hold on. Don’t jump the gun with this. I was with you up until the part when you got to his schedule. Dude is BUSY. Like really, really busy. And you’ve only been dating a month. You may have shared a lot of personal things, but you aren’t committed yet. Let him breathe and get through finals. He may also need to assess how he’s feeling about you, and that’s easier to do from a distance. Maybe you should do the same thing, too. You don’t know him that well. Why are you in such a hurry to jump into things with him? And also, you know that if you bring this up with him right now, when he’s jammed for time and studying for finals, chances are he’s going to run far away from you. Let him get through his stuff first so that if things don’t change and you do need to talk to him about how you are feeling, he will focus on you and not the 100 million things he has to do to get through the day. You’ll both the happier.

And in the meantime, go on some dates. Do your own thing. He WILL notice if you are less available. Men may be completely obtuse to the subtle signals women send and think are so obvious, but they can smell waning interest miles away. Promise.

And if he doesn’t come around, he’s probably gay, which is what my friend’s friend’s mother told her whenever a guy didn’t like her. It’s terrible logic, but you know what, it brings some levity to disappointing situations. And if he’s not interested, he might as well be gay to you. And sometimes, it might turn out that he really is gay, and that, my friend NOPBITC, is a bullet dodged.

Categories: Dating · Love · Relationships
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Women, Revealed!

December 4, 2009 · 2 Comments

The dandelion is confusing me here.

“If a woman’s feet move when she laughs, it is one of the most powerful signals that she likes you.” Way to give away our secret Dr. Geoffrey Beattie. More dirt on how to tell if she likes you through body language. Beware the closed off legs and the stoic foot.

Guys, here’s a hint: Get her to dance and laugh at the same time.

Categories: Dating

Wedding season is over.

December 3, 2009 · 2 Comments

Even relatives can't spell my last name.

Three weddings in two months. Phew.

I’m not complaining, though after this last bout, a friend informed me that I’m always going to weddings. (Not true.) Whatever. I’m never one to sneeze at an opportunity to wear a party frock, heels and my grandmother’s jewelry. And while I may joke about always the bridesmaid and never the bride, I’m not worried about that either. I took care of that bug years ago with a simple trip to the newsstand. I picked up Elegant Bride (recently shuttered), flipped through it day after day for about a week, picked out my favorite wedding dress, got bored, and handed over the magazine to my friends who found the cutest hairstyle that they both copied. So yeah, I squashed the dastardly bridal bug that had less to do with love and vows and marriage and more to do with the accoutrement that go along with having a wedding day: dresses and parties and gifts, though  I’m pretty stocked up on kitchen essentials thanks to my mom. Cherry pitter and potato ricer anyone?

In fact, the more weddings I go to, the less I want [to plan] one. All that said, I’m currently sweating out some serious nesting fever. I decided three days ago that I needed a bigger place. Had to have a bigger place. Immediately. Actually, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I finally cracked down on the search. I toured 10 apartments this week—some brilliantly spacious and sunny, others that hadn’t seen the light of day or a molecule of fresh air in decades—before realizing I want my own place. That I own. That I can make my own. (Own.) I think I was subconsciously holding off on taking this step, perhaps waiting for someone to own a place with. Alas, I wait no more.

I want a home with enough space for Bart and Rhonda and the rest of the animals I dreamed I adopted the other day, including but not limited to a goat, rabbit, pig and lamb—one of each. (I’m only half-kidding here. And yes, I know my farm-animal obsession makes me kinda weird.) My colleague, who’s been known to complain that his back hurts because he hasn’t consumed enough meat that day and eats an appetizer of sausage before inhaling a plate of pulled pork, said my dream sounded like breakfast, lunch, dinner and a snack. He also told me I was fickle for changing my mind so quickly on the renting thing. I’m not though. I was merely backpedaling from acting impulsively, which I tend to do in many areas of my life. I wait and wait and wait and then, all of a sudden, I have to act. It’s different than fickle and not necessarily better, but deserves distinction nonetheless.

Anyway, I’m excited to plan for a place of my own. With a bedroom. And a dining area that’s not a couch and a coffee table. And lots of open space where I can twirl around, arms spread out, the skirts of all my bridesmaids dresses billowing. (Okay, I do go to a lot of weddings.)

Dare to dream.

Categories: Dating