A total waste of make-up... x2

Last Friday night I was suppose to meet up with this guy around 8 downtown Mpls for the first time. For those of you that don't remember, last Friday night was a cold and rainy night. After a long week of work it took a significant amount of effort to peel myself off my couch to get ready to go out. But I managed and when I came back downstairs I had a voice message from this guy to call him. At 7:30pm he told me he didn't think he would be a lot of fun, it had been a long week and could we reschedule. I totally get that - in fact I typically refer to Friday's as "No Fun Fridays" because I love my couch so much. But come on, 30 minutes notice. I got over it. So we were suppose to do something on Sunday, but he didn't bother to call until 4:30 so I said I already made plans.
So this gets me to last night - we were suppose to meet at Redstone at 7:30. I get there, its packed. He shows up and we decide to go to Chammps. Now he's somewhat cute, although short (which I have height issues that I'm still working to get over!) and looks a pretty metro. So first impressions weren't great, but whatever. Well I get to Chammps and take my time to walk in and when I get to the door I get a text from him saying that he didn't think there was chemistry (after 1 minute) and didn't want to waste our time!!

Unbelievable.

I at least forced myself to sit at a table with Moppy for 45minutes.

Statistical Significance

I've been told that dating is all about the numbers... if you date enough people eventually you'll meet the right guy. My question is at what point does the number become stastically significant? (I know the engineer in me comes out every once in a while!!!)
The Summer of Dating has come to a close quite unsuccessfully... no new big, great loves discovered - alot of very dissappointing dates though. Just got back from another one tonight... unemployed CPA... maybe I can't be picky in this economy. Its not really his fault he got RIF'd after 7 years at a job. At least he asked for my number -- but not super excited.

Up next is the Steve Sanders look-alike this wknd...

Covet your Spin Instructor?

So I know you're not suppose to covet your neighbor, but is it okay to covet your spin instructor? I feel like its healthy in that it gets to me an extremely good workout at least once a week!
Tracy you can testify to his hot-ness. His sweaty triceps get me everytime!!

My date with Moppy

So after reading Heather's blog I feel a little stupid writing about a silly date i just got home from... but there is something to be said about the entertainment factor right!
I met Moppy tonight at Doolittles in Golden Valley. 42 years old, 6ft 5in with a big moppy head of hair who was drinking hot tea in a bar (granted he was fighting a cold).... aside from the physical aspect which I was completely unattracted to, he was super boring - loved history (I like historical fiction novels - but that didn't even help the conversation). He works in HR and likes to play his guitar. Sometimes he and a buddy play at a coffee shop... other than that he doesn't really do much - oh yeah, watches public television... I rambled for about 30 minutes about my horse and my job but the conversation was sooo painful. 15 minutes later it was over - I should feel fortunate that he was sick and couldn't talk.
Anyway, I am paying good money for these dates and am kind of pissed that they would even consider us compatible. Someone is getting a phone call from an unhappy customer tomorrow!

What I learned from the Bachelorette

Its probably kind of sad that I can manage to find a life lesson from the TV show The Bachelorette - but I did! Last week's show had Jillian taking 4 guys to Spain to get to know them better. The first 3 dates were basically a make-out session with scenic shots of Spanish cities in the background. Now honestly, that is way too much PDA for my taste, but still I was drawn in by this obvious mutual attraction she had with these three guys. So then she gets to her last date with Wes (the guy everyone, but Jillian, can figure out has alterior motives.
While watching her date with Wes, I basically saw my 4 days in Italy play out in front of me (except for the part where he tells her he has a girlfriend at home - thank god!). There were some good moments - looked like they were having fun. But then while having a picnic she commented on why he was sitting so far away, not touching her, not really engaged in conversation...
so Jillian figured out that this guy was not worth her time - its just taking me a little longer. I'm not asking for huge make-out sessions in the middle of a water fountain, but dude hold my hand or make some sort of physical contact when we're hanging out at some pretty romantic places. Now I just need to find myself an Ed or Reid!

A series of questionable decisions...

One of the perks of my job is getting to travel to some pretty cool places. When the opportunity to travel to Europe presented itself I decided to throw out a proposal to travel with a male "coworker" before the mtg out there. Now this "coworker" and I had "hung out" some but at no point before the trip was it ever clear what direction our friendship was headed - even though it was clear in my head where I wanted it to go. I just decided not to worry about it and take advantage of the opportunity to travel... well that sounds good, but not easy for Gina to execute when in Italy, drinking wine and together 24/7.
In all honesty it was one of the best trips I've ever been on - until I got several glasses of wine in me and decided to analyze every possible action / lack of action of someone I don't really know. Well it didn't turn out well - basically it resulted in several restless nights with no sleep and some general crabbiness. Now there were several instances that I felt justified in being angry / frustrated (i.e. him wanted to go to bed at 10:30pm, him not remembering that he suggested having dessert on the rocks and then just eating in town, ditching me Friday night in Nice, when all coworkers had left, because he had a sore throat and then never apologizing... but this probably didn't justify me calling him an a**hole 5 minutes before he left on the train to go home, but that is what a little wine will do to a girl!

The most frustrating part of the whole situation is that he still has NO CLUE why I was mad /frustrated at him. I honestly don't even know if he knows I like him sometimes.

So instead of sitting around and continuing to lose sleep and over-analyze a guy who can't figure it out for himself, I've decide to implement the Summer-of-Dating 2009.

Because stupid things / good stories (depending on your perspective I guess) seem to happen to me I've committed myself to document this "experience". I'd like to think its a cross between the Bachelorette, Sex and the City and Bridget Jones diary... but its probably just like Bridget Jones diary... In any case I'm sure it will be entertaining.

I'm back...!!!

After a year+ absences from blogging I've decided to make an appearance again! This is mostly due to the departure of my good friend and workout buddy Tracy - who decided to get married and move to France (pretty good year I'd say!).

So what has changed in the last year...

- Convinced my mom to get a dog (mostly to satisfy my own desire of having a dog, but none of the responsibility - and no I'm not 10 years old asking my parents for a dog!) One of my arguments was that I would take the dog in a couple years when she didn't want the responsibility... well they are now inseparable and I don't think he'll ever be my dog.

- Got myself a new job in Marketing

- Loved my new job

- Completed my MBA

- Hated my new job

- Love my not-so-new job

- Decided I love traveling (much to my own surprise and pretty much anyone who knew me a year ago)