Pardon the phrase, I do believe it was already used in a Sex and the City episode, but it states exactly how I am feeling right now. Of course, I’m feeling that way for a different reason, that is actually not even related to dating or relationships. I’ve recently had a couple of people mention the possibility of me writing for them in the future. They have read my blog, and possibly some of my other work, and they think I have potential.

This is great, I am thrilled by this, but the only problem is they want me when I’m done my blog. They are assuming that there will be an end, like my story will not be good until I find someone to share my life with. They don’t see it as worthwhile unless I become up paired up. I think it’s great that I’ve actually had people take notice of my blog, but at the same time the last thing I need is pressure to couple up. Am I really not worth anything until this happens? Will my writing career really be at a stand still until I am in a relationship?

I know you are all probably thinking that I am looking at this all wrong, but it is nice to have people out there reading my writing, and I love the feedback I’ve received. The site has really helped me meet guys that I wouldn’t have met otherwise, not to mention I’ve taken chances on people that weren’t exactly my type. I really feel like I’m getting closer to at least knowing what I want, and being able to find it. I guess I just don’t want the added pressure of other people telling me they’re not interested until I end up with somebody.

While I’m getting back into the swing of things, I might as well give you guys an update. There are a handful of dates that I still keep in touch with, for various reasons.

I’ll start with Date 3 - still see him out all the time, talk to him occasionally, love his roommate. He’s gone shooting with us, came to the benefit show, and is basically a regular fixture at Ralph’s. I probably would have got to know him eventually, but our date really made it a lot easier.

Date 5 - The mystery date. I promised him I wouldn’t write much about him, but I still see him out and about, play poker at his house on occasion, see his band play whenever possible, like at the benefit. Oh and I love his roommate too, he’s my newest partner in crime.

Date 10 - Still see him all the time, talk to him all the time. He is friends with several of my friends and vice versa. We always have fun whenever we see each other, he came to the benefit and is a great dancer.

Date 16 - The Friendly Date. Of course it was Tom, he’s still around here somewhere, though I haven’t seen much of him lately.

Date 25 - See him all the time, I worry about him if I don’t hear from him for a whole day (which is its own story). Watch him play all the time (the benefit), drag him places he probably doesn’t want to go, yup he’s that kind of friend.

Date 26 - Hmmm, let’s see, played poker with him a couple nights ago, he helped out with the benefit and his band actually played, see him out here and there. He actually started “talking” to one of my friends after our date, and is now dating someone else I know. What can I say, he gets around!

Date 28 - My elimidate with Craig. These guys are great, they helped out with the benefit as well. I run into them here and there, but not nearly enough. I’m gonna have to convince them to go on a second date with me soon.

Well there’s an update for you. Ten friends out of 30 dates, can’t really complain about that. I don’t really talk to any of the other guys, for various reasons. As I look at this list I realize that all these guys either showed up or helped out at the benefit I put on, just goes to show you what great guys they all are.

I already miss summer. Sometimes I forget why it is I live in the Northeast, I don’t think I belong here. One of my friends is leaving for vacation to Cali tomorrow morning and I am sooooo jealous. I wish I could just have a barbecue and some afternoon drinking in tank tops and sandals…

I have a few dates to write about, have been putting them off and they are starting to get fuzzy. Date 30 was a lunch date, and a second date. Date 29 made it to date 30.

As I said before, he seemed like a great guy. We had a decent time, but I think it took this second date to realize there was no romantic chemistry there. Although since it was a lunch date, this may be the problem. I will admit I am not really into the idea of dates during the day time. I prefer my dates at night. There is always more mystery and romance involved, even in the least romantic situation. Plus you don’t feel as rushed in the evening, which may just be a New England thing…not to mention I look better at night.

We had soup and salad at Panera, which was surprisingly good. We had a good chat, but I had to get to work and I think he had to get to class. He is a little older than me, and is working on an advanced degree, something I still think about doing. Being out of school is such a different lifestyle than being in school. It almost seems as if this wouldn’t work for that reason alone.

I bumped into him several days later at the bar, I think he was pretty drunk, or he seemed it at least. I was sober…enough said.

I really should drag him out again sometime, he seems like he’s fun.

It’s been a long, busy week, but I’ve been thinking about the topic of friendship a lot lately. Here is something I found interesting, and it’s just a little reminder not to drop your friends for your significant other. Clipped this out of a magazine:

A study of people over age 70 showed that those with the strongest network of friends were 22 percent more likely to live past 80 than those with the weakest.

I know we are all guilty of neglecting our friends at one point or another, but now we have selfish reasons to keep our friendships tight, not to mention all the fun we’d be missing out on without them. Are you neglecting anyone? Maybe it’s time to drop the dead weight and really focus on the important people in your life?

I am constantly amazed at the amount of bad information available on the internet. I was doing a Google search on how to get dates for an article I am writing and I came across some real helpful stuff. While the majority of the information was ridiculous and depressing, some of the information was helpful. I enjoy the bad advice more of course, one of my favorite pieces was this one on iVillage which basically suggests you should come up with wild scenarios and tall tales in order to get dates. Great advice, basically be anything but yourself, which will probably get you a date, but once the guy figures out what a phony you are good luck getting a second one.

really excited about the Sex and the City reruns that are on at 11 every night? I sure am! Next it’s Will & Grace, and then over for the end of Leno and of course Conan. I would feel really guilty about spending my evening in front of the boob tube, but it’s been a crazy week. I really needed a night like this, just in time for the crazy weekend too.

So one benefit of being a correspondent for the city’s lifestyle and entertainment magazine is I get to attend some great parties. The Pulse had their first ever Pulsefest party this past weekend at Union Station. They attracted a very diverse crowd for the event, which proved to be interesting.

There were a ton of college students there, there are something like ten colleges and universities here which makes it easy. I wish we had events like this while I was an undergrad. Lots of cute college boys, which doesn’t really do me any good.

The bands were great, I really enjoyed OSB, of course my friends enjoyed them even more than I did Union Station is gorgeous, I haven’t been there for almost five years, back when I did a story on the train service. I had forgotten how nice it was inside.

I’m not sure exactly how many people ended up attending, but considering it was raining cats and dogs outside (and has been for about a week now) it seemed to be a good showing. I didn’t try any of the food either, went right for the beverages, but everything looked good.

It was really nice to go to some different places for a change, mingle with a different crowd. I’ve gotten so used to going to the same places and meeting up with the same people that I realize I’m failing to take advantage of the city we live in. Just think about all the opportunities I’ve been missing out on. Time to hit up some new spots.

While I’m blabbing on I guess I can mention that the leaves are changing. It seems like just yesterday it was a sunny 90 degrees (maybe 3 weeks ago) and now it’s chilly and rainy and the leaves are falling and everything is turning brown. I guess I should try to enjoy the beauty of it all, but I’m a summer girl at heart. Although autumn really is a romantic season, now if I could just find someone special to cuddle with…

I’ve been doing a little research for an article I’ve been writing about picking up men/women in bars. I came across quite a few websites that have the most ridiculous advice I’ve ever heard. From the pick up lines to the advice full of contradictions, these are basically good for nothing but a laugh. On the flip side, I guess I know where all the guys I meet out at bars are getting their ideas from.

From one particular website, we get this tidbit of information: “Don’t kid yourself into thinking single women just go to singles bars just to hang out with their girlfriends, to dance, or get drunk. Their main purpose in the back of their minds is to meet men.”

That information sure is gonna help a lot of guys pick up chicks, I’m not even going to waste my time explaining what is so wrong with that statement. Oh and then there’s the pick-up-line of the week: “I don’t believe in using pick-up lines to meet women. I just wanted to come over and introduce myself. Hi, my name is Don. What’s yours and can I join you for some conversation?”

That may be the lamest line I have ever heard. I would rather a guy came over to me with the stupidest pick-up-line ever, but said it with a sense of humor. At least that would make me smile, which is better than making me roll my eyes.

I also read several articles that explained that men shouldn’t hang out in the bar area, and then several others that informed men that their best spot to pick up women was right next to the bar. No wonder men have no clue.

My kitty died today. Actually he didn’t just die, he got hit by a car, sometime between 8:30 and 9:30 this morning. Whoever hit him didn’t even come to the door, even though it happened right in front of our house. I am very sad, I hope he didn’t suffer. Rest in peace Wuzzy.