As I said yesterday, I never rains it pours

Last night my plan was to hang with GB and the bartender of my dreams and potentially, ask the boy out. At 5pm that all changed with a surprise phone call from Fireboy telling me that he was in town for the day and would love to see me if I had a moment.

I immediately ditched work, met with Fireboy and his buddy and we went to a pub for some pizza, beer and to find out how/why the hell he was in twon. We were joined by some uber-geeks that couldn’t stop talking about the internet, the fury community and the geek pyramid (I can’t believe I just went looking for that on the internet.)

After dinner and two pints we(Fireboy, his buddy and I) headed off to see GB and the bartender of my dreams(BoMD). On our way I had to tell Fireboy that as great as it is to see him, I am totally crushing on the BoMD so he needed to keep his hands to himself as long as we were in BoMD’s company. Fireboy, being the lovely gentleman that he is, agreed to be a hands off date for the evening and we wandered up to the bar.

No one else was there so the five of us started buying rounds for one another. Over the course of the evening everyone took their turn buying a drink for the crowd so by the time we left we all had 5 beers in us (plus the two I had at dinner). Needless to say we were all a little tipsy.

We left BoMD, well actually he had to go so we locked up and then, Fireboy’s buddy started holding my hand and showing interest in me and Fireboy started showing interest in GB. At this point we all realized we should go home as it was almost 1am and GB and I had to work in the morning and Fireboy had a 7am flight to catch. Fireboy and I did manage to find a few minutes to kiss and catch up before GB told us to get a room – ah if only we had the time. But we didn’t so we kissed a few more times goodbye, gave each other the okay to explore with our friends, should we want to in the future, and parted. GB and I into one cab and Fireboy and his buddy to another.

I still haven’t gotten up the nerve to ask out BoMD but I will soon, I hope. I did manage to time a trip to the bathroom just right so I ran into him in the hall but I chickened out and didn’t make a move. I also knew at that point I was a bit drunk and I kinda want to do this on the up and up and not involve the liquor as the catalyst. OOhh! But I did find out that he is 26, and likes to date older women. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Anyway, all in all a very surreal night, the kind of evening that leads to a blog like this.

Tired but still smiling at my desk.

The Single Girl

I wasn’t always a cradle robber and other local gossip…

I received this email from the lady this morning …

So more about the bartender…. You haven’t given me his vital statistics, starting with is he older than 12 (just kidding) …

Just so we are all clear … I believe the bartender to be about 26-27(cause I don’t actually know). It is still cradle robbing if we want to get all technical about it but he is older than Awesome and that is something.

Oh speaking of Awesome, he resurfaced last week and sent me an email because as the lady says, it never rains it pours …

But my real point is there was a time when the median age of the men I dated was actually one to two years older than me, not 3 to 5 years younger. I feel a bit like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused “I keep gettin’ older but they keep staying the same age.”

I am now one full day alcohol free, but tonight the bartender of my dreams is working so I wouldn’t count on me getting to day two.

That is all for news, weather and sports here at TSG central.

There’s slacking, and then there’s slacking

Being a little tired at work from all my hard work at the bar over the weekend has left me a little uninspired to be at my desk today and truly unhappy about the fact that I have a meeting today at 6pm. As such I found myself slacking through the day with my usual distractions, email, blogs, more email, oscar fashion, blogs. You get the idea.

But today none of that was enough. On my trip to the bank I stopped at the mall to window shop and ended up buying a boys are smelly t-shirt by David and Goliath which led me to this game while at my desk. I broke and while fixing some accounting errors I was throwing rocks at boys. I like my job and normally I would find this to be unacceptable behavior, but I just couldn’t help myself!

Seven more days and everything goes back to normal … Seven more days and everything goes back to normal … Seven more days and everything goes back to normal …

The slightly cracked Single Girl

The problem with having a crush on a bartender …

Is that you spend a lot of time at the bar, drinking.

Crushing

I have a crush on a bartender, and apparently it is showing ...

GB: I saw that

TSG: Saw what?

GB: You totally just flipped your hair when we walked by the bartender

TSG: I did not.

GB: You did so!

TSG: Well, maybe a little.

GB: Good Lord.

I didn’t think it was that obvious but if it helps me catch the bartender, so be it. Just writing about it makes me smile a little.

Tee hee.

The Single Girl

Confirmation of what we already knew

For a long time I have joked about my fear of commitment with friends, family, ex boyfriends, current boy toys, but I haven’t ever really thought about what makes me a commitment phobe or what the signs are. Last weekend I was on MSN.com looking at my horoscope and I came across an article that was all about the fact that women are as unable to commit as men (probably related to the Valentine holiday that had just past). I have to say the list was very interesting to me. I didn’t think to download or bookmark the entire article but I did keep the list of signs that might make you (or me) afraid of commitment.

Take a look …

• Once the excitement of first romance has passed, you get bored in most of your relationships.
• You have a habit of dating unavailable men (married, involved with someone else, geographically or emotionally distant, etc.).
• You have a long and elaborate list of requirements for your ideal mate.
• You consider your married friends’ relationships boring and feel that many of them have settled for too little.
• You cultivate larger networks of friends and acquaintances at the expense of romantic relationships.
• You date more than one man at a time to prevent becoming dependent.
• You have a difficult time getting over past boyfriends.

Yeah … so almost of that is true for me except for the married friends one. None of you are boring (even though some of you think you are) and none of you have settled. And I don’t think my list is that long for the ideal mate, but otherwise I would say it is spot on.

What does this mean for the single girl? Very little, I just thought it was kind of interesting, especially the last bullet. I always thought that my very slow recovery was proof that I wasn’t a commitment phobe … apparently I was wrong. Sadly I didn’t bookmark the article and now I can't fix my commitment phobic ways. Oh well, guess I will have to settle for a going to another work event tonight and then to the bar to troll for unavailable men.

Kidding, kidding.

Happy Friday

How I Quit Smoking

One year six months and two days ago I quit smoking for what I hope is that last time. This is officially the longest I have ever quit (yeah me!) by about 10 days. Some days it is still a battle, but most days it is like I never smoked. How did I do it? Not the patch, or gum, or hypnosis, but the single girl way …

I was to be a bridesmaid in a wedding for the lovely SnH in the summer of 2005 and that meant traveling back toward the centre of the universe for a holiday. I hadn’t traveled home since I had moved so there were many, many people to see, places to go and cocktails to be had. It was being called the great wedding tour of 2005 as I was going to be attending a stag and doe, a bridal shower and stand in a wedding (yes for three different couples) all in the span of 10 days.

To back up a little, I had been thinking about quitting smoking for some time but knew that quitting before the wedding was foolish as many of my friends back at the centre of the universe still smoked, including SnH, her mother and all of the other bridesmaids. Trying to quit before a stressful and party filled time would be an absolute failure for me so instead I did what any reasonable person would do, I increased my nicotine intake in preparation for never having it again.

The great wedding tour of 2005 was fantastic. I was out all the time. I was doing lunch with one small group, early cocktails with one person, with another and then joining a party late in the evening and catching up over pints and pints of beer. This was the routine for week leading up to the wedding. As you can well imagine my liver (and my lungs) were primed for the main event. Eight straight days of partying had me prepared to be the best kind of bridesmaid ever, the slightly tipsy on the dance floor, but in control fun girl that every bride wants at her side. The two days leading up to the actual wedding we were running around town picking up last minute things, having dinners together, drinking wine and beer, smoking (about 1 ½ packs a day each) and laughing a lot – well SnH was a bit stressed, but the rest of us were definitely laughing.

The big day came and we spent the morning getting our hair done, putting on our make up and making our way to the mother of the brides house to don our dresses and have our photos taken by the photographer. From the time we woke up until the time we got the ceremony someone always had a cigarette on the go, on the way to the ceremony we had to stop at a gas station so that all the bridal party could pick up an extra pack of smokes – because heaven forbid we should run out at the country club.

The wedding ceremony was beautiful and the happy couple was hitched by late afternoon. Following the ceremony we had to do pictures for about an hour outdoors around the course, but all the champagne was being served indoors so we sent someone off to get cigarettes and some champagne to make sure the bridal party was properly lubricated and smoked up for the pictures. We smoked and drank and laughed and played for the photo session. Everyone had a ball (and about 4 glasses of champagne). Once pictures were done it was cocktail hour (read 3 more cocktails) and then some dinner.

I had been on holidays for over a week now and my pocket book was a little thin from the great wedding tour and all the auxiliary events so when I noticed that no one else at the head table was drinking the white wine on my table I thought to myself, I like white wine, summer is a great time to drink white, I could save a bit of cash by having the free white wine for a few hours ... white wine it is. Over the next few hours I drank the entire litre of wine. Some with dinner, some through speeches then after dinner while mingling before the dance floor got going.

At about midnight the best man bought everyone interested a shooter. Why not I thought, it is a lovely gesture and still drinking for free this is good. Then the groomsman I walked down the aisle with bought me a beer. Then I bought a beer, then he bought another beer and then I had a little more wine and we hit the dance floor for a few tunes. Then came what I would call the tipping point of the evening. Mr. Groomsman, his girlfriend and I headed back to the bar one more time and ordered a shoot, a shoot of banana and Jack. I had never had a banana and jack before and it was free and again I thought why not. As it was going down I knew I shouldn’t have drank it but by then it was much too late. One more beer and then we would get on the last bus back to the hotel.

Being the good bridesmaid that I was at the end of the evening I helped to round up the last of the folks for the bus, made sure I had all my stuff and that the bride was happy. Just as we were about the pull the bus away the bride yelled “Stop, we don’t have the flowers, I want the bouquets.” “ I’ll get those” I said and quickly hopped of the bus. It was at this moment that I new things were not well, my vision became blurry and I couldn’t walk very well but I got the flowers went back to the bus, put them on my lap and we were on our way.

The ride home was to be about a half hour and I thought maybe if I just close my eyes for a few minutes everything will be fine. I closed my eyes and the world started to spin and the bus started to bounce (very bad combination), so I did what every drunk person does, I closed one eye and held on to the seat in front of me for dear life. I just kept telling my stomach, half an hour that is all you have to do, hold on for half an hour and then we will be off the bus and everything will be fine. And you know what my stomach listened. For 30 minutes my stomach held on listening to my pleas. At minute 31 we were still on the bus and my stomach proclaimed times up! and I threw up all over the bus, then out the window and on the bouquets. Then I was sick in the hotel room.

It was mortifying. I had been such a good bridesmaid up until that point and then in one truly fowl swoop it was all gone, I was no longer a bridesmaid I was (and probably always will be) the girl that threw up on the bus. The next day I was toxic. I don’t know if I have even felt so sick. I couldn’t even think about smoking, I was hung over, with little to no sleep, my throat burned and the embarrassment was almost worse than the other three put together.

The hangover lasted about three days and my throat burned for about five so the first few days of withdrawal from smoking was beyond easy. After that my determination, the encouragement of my friends and the promise of this dinner if I stay quit gave me the extra will I needed to keep going. And now here I am smoke free for one year and six months and I guess I have SnH and Mr. Jack Daniels to thank for that.

Happy 1 ½ year wedding anniversary SnH and hubby!

Xo
The Single Girl

Overheard on Shrove Tuesday

GB thinks this is too obvious and therefore not funny … but we both laughed so I think he is crazy

TSG: Can I help with dinner

GB: No I’m good, but you could set the table

TSG: Sure. Would this be an alcoholic or non alcoholic shrove Tuesday?

GB: I think we both know the answer to that question.




Isn't that a nice picture. GB made Banana pancakes with berries ... mmm pancakes.

The Dinner Party

Where to begin … well GB and I were invited along with a few other people to enjoy an amazing Mexican meal and great conversation through a friend of GB’s. The evening began with everyone telling the rest of the table who they are, where they come from and how they ended up here at dinner as many of us had never met each other. This took a long time because as people tell their stories other people had questions for them and we would get off topic and so on and so forth. Once we got through all the introductions we moved on to different topics of interest – free will, physics, analysis, the banality of mainstream porn, the inability to lie – you know the usual light dinner conversation.

One of the big topics of conversation was Memes. What are memes you ask? Well … at this point it is best that I refer you to this site, or just do a google search, because if I try explaining memes I would just muck it up or confuse you more than I was (at times) confused. It was the real reason we were there, one of the guests is working on his degree and is studying memes and meme brain maps. He put out a call for volunteers and our host agreed to be interviewed, but instead of just having this guy over to map his memes, he had all of us over for dinner first, then the two of them went into the office and did the interview and before we knew it they came back and joined the conversation.

Lots more I could tell about the evening, but really, when you host or attend a great dinner party all you really have to say is, I was at this great dinner party last night and anyone you tell (or anyone who reads) nods their head because at some point we have all been a part of one of those great evenings.

Tonight … Pancakes! For shrove Tuesday … come on people shrove Tuesday.

The Single Girl

Lather, Rinse, Repeat

This weekend was similar to last weekend, get up, go to work, attend event, go to bar, sleep, repeat. Except on Saturday between the event and the bar I was invited by the poker ladies to join them for an impromptu game of poker in a hotel suite downtown. Turns out a friend of the poker crowd was in town doing some work and had a suite so they decided what better place to play poker!

It was excellent, there were only five of us so in addition to playing we were getting tutorials on how much to bet, hands to play depending on your position and how to read other players. I felt like a high roller invited to hotel room for the big game with the old time players. I managed to hold on until the final three and unlike everyone else I played on my original $20.00 the whole time. At the end of the night they invited me to come and play with them at the cash games at the casino sometime. I was vaguely tempted but it is a bit of an expensive habit and given my already expensive bar habit I probably can’t afford both at this time. I also noted that the women, who play poker regularly, don’t drink so they are safe with their one vice.

Once finished it was back to the bar, for some much needed beer and good conversation, much like the night before, and Wednesday night (beer habit, very very expensive these days). Oh I forgot to mention, I did spend some of my Friday night with the bartender of my dreams. He and GB and I did a little drinking with some other work folks and after a few hours I have decided that he probably isn’t for me (nor I for him) but that is okay I still enjoyed the beer and good conversation.

Sunday was a bit of a different day (i.e. I didn’t drink). But I did shop! I bought a belt and GB bought a belt buckle and we went into what I can only describe and the most boring sex shop ever. It was like a Staples and a blockbuster combined. Clean white floors and white walls, neatly displayed inventory … but no heart. It was kinda sad really, I like a little character in my porn shops. It is no fun if you don’t feel a little naughty or at least feel something while you are there. There should be brightly colored walls, or rich carpeting or overly friendly staff talking to you to let you know that it is okay there is nothing dirty or wrong about being here, or buying anything. Sadly this had none of that so we left without much hoopla.

This week again brings days of work, drink, sleep repeat – beginning with a dinner party tonight and ending with two large events for work this weekend and the bar.

The soon to be detoxing Single Girl

Monday Morning Sightings

I actually saw a man do a full face plant on my way into work this morning. He was running down the street and slipped on something, fell and skidded on the ground for about half a foot. He is fine. He jumped up quickly and kept right on running. But the look on his face as he went down was priceless, I managed not to laugh until after he had run past me.

Sitting in a car this morning were two men in their early twenties with a doll (sort of cabbage patch like), as I walked up I noticed that the doll was naked and they were dressing it. The strangest part … they didn’t seem to think what they were doing was out of place or something to hide.

All very odd …

More about my weekend later in the day.

The Married Man

As I mentioned last week there is a married man currently hitting on me. The first time it happened I brushed it off because he was drunk at the time and I thought fine, whatever. After the initial incidence I talked to a mutual friend about she said “yeah he is like that. He likes to flirt with everyone. I am sure it was nothing.” At the time I said fair enough, I can chalk it up to being an innocent flirtation that I miss read, but I had this feeling that in fact he was kind of serious about the whole thing. I don’t know exactly how to describe it but I can tell the difference between a man who (or is willing to) cheats on his partner and one who is just a flirt – probably lots of people can – within 5 minutes of chatting with him. It is kinda spooky, but really helpful because I can very quickly move away from the letches before they hit me with an indecent proposal … but back to the story …

On Wednesday it was confirmed for me (by the afore mentioned friend) that the married man does indeed fool around, especially when he is working out of town. She then apologized for not believing me when I said he was trying to get me to go home with him the week before describing herself as an innocent who still likes to see the world with Rainbows and Butterflies – which was really amusing because she said it in a high pitched four year old voice.

Since discovering my instincts were right on the money I have done my best to steer clear of him outside of large groups of people. This morning I was dropping some things off in someone’ mailbox and I heard my name called and I turned around without thinking and there he was. I was cornered. “What can I do for you sir?” I asked – hoping he actually had a work related question. “Nothing” he replied, “I just wanted to say hello and good morning.” Then he proceeded to give me a hug and kiss me repeatedly on the neck. As quickly and politely as I could I extracted myself from his grip and went back to work. I think I actually shuttered a little as I walked away. As I said to GB in an email about the encounter, there is no emoticon to express what I am feeling right now.

Luckily Mr. Married Man is only around here for a few more weeks but I think I am going to have to reach into my bag o tricks and pull out a date for one of the upcoming events I know he will be at to get him off my back (or my neck as the case may be).

Tonight, beer and pizza then off to hit on a cute, straight and single bartender I met last week. Wish me luck.

In other news ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY OQB! I am sure you will party like you are twenty ;)

The Single Girl

Ps. Roomie sent me this link last week and I think it is really cool. Enjoy!

Nice Guys

So as I was celebrating my anti-valentines with a couple (well 5) pints of beer with friends we ended up talking about relationships (insert shocking gasp here). My buddy has been dating this girl for about 4 or 5 months but it isn’t really going anywhere so he was asking us if he should just tell her … it’s not you it’s me … I just can’t be in a relationship right now … I’m just not that into you … you deserve better … or some other nice blow off for this woman.

He told us that she is great and he has a really good time when he is with her but they go weeks at a time without seeing each other or talking and sometimes he worries he is stringing her along. He also said he wished they could just be friends at this point because he likes her but he doesn’t want a relationship right now. Blah blah blah. I responded that he should probably dump her – but not mention that really … he’s just not that into her – and that no in fact they won’t be able to be friends, at least not right away.

As the conversation moved on I sat back on my bar stool and wondered if any men that were not that into me, or thought it would be best if we just became friends toiled over it as much as my friend was. I hope so. I hope that while screening my phone calls or not answering my emails that they felt kinda bad that they were being inconsiderate jerks.

Mind you I have dated a lot of assholes so it is quite possible non of them felt anything at all ... ever.

… The Always Positive …

Single Girl

And this is why I love GB

GB sent this to me this morning ...

Thanks to [redacted] for posting the link.

Happy VD day all

TSG

Why I love Roomie ...

Best Valentine Ever!

Thanks Roomie!

Happy Love is for Sukkas to all of you out there too!

xo

The Single Girl

Where to start ...

Where do I start …


I don’t normally comment on pop culture or current events but this whole Anna Nicole Smith thing is just too amazing not to comment on. After reading this article I just can’t help but raise the following:

1. I had no idea tha Zsa Zsa is married to a man that is 31 years her junior. She is officially my new hero.
2. Normally men do not line up around the block for a paternity test to prove a baby is theirs, they are running screaming it isn’t mine.
3. "She (Zsa Zsa) says, of course, if you bring a baby home then it's over," Zsa Zsa doesn’t want the baby in her house? SHOCKING
4. How do I buy a royal title? I could totally get into being called Lady Single Girl, or Princess TSG.
5. At 90 years old Zsa Zsa will kick out her husband ... again my hero.
6. Do you think the baby is now worth a fortune?????? Nah it is just these three men really want to raise a baby on their own in memory of Anna Nicole … right, of course they do.

The Single Girl

A brief recap while I recoup

It’s been a busy week. Lots of work, lots of parties, lots of drinking. It is a tough life but somebody’s got to do it.

Saturday night at the bar (my forth night in a row) as I was drinking my second pint, I thought to myself I should really go home. Just as that thought finished the waitress walked by and asked me if I wanted another and I said yes out of reflex. Opps. I have to admit I struggled through that last beer out of sheer exhaustion. But I managed.

It was a long week last week and I spent all day Sunday just resting and recouping. There aren’t that many interesting stories to tell from the previous week. I kissed a boy on Saturday night, we have kissed before so it isn’t all that exciting and there is a married man at work trying to seduce me. It is pathetically obvious and never going to happen.

This week I will spend a minimum of four straight days sober – starting with yesterday. I was very good I only drank tea last night ... mmmm peppermint. Hopefully GB will still be on his two day sobriety kick as well so I am not tempted this evening.

If you are a regular reader I would like to point out that I have added a new blog to the other dreamers list and it is all because of this post. Enjoy.

The Single Girl

My Favourite referrals

So imagine, if you will, sitting down at your computer going to google and searching for the following:

• Kinky Old Women
• Keep the wet dream alive
• NHL boys bathrobes
• Hail Caesar Code
• What is Biological Destiny

Instead of finding dirty pictures, lounge wear, drink recipes or an answer to your question you find yourself here. Are you disappointed? I hope not … but I think you probably are – especially if you were searching for one of the first two.

And if you are here because you just did a search for sorority pillow fights or forbidden circus love, sorry you need to go to the next blog.

The Single Girl

How I ended up here …

Rob from LIVE: in my living room writes (and I am paraphrasing); Ok, so most of your friends probably know this, but your periphery friends and blog followers may not: how did a small town girl who went to school in the big city end up - not just living, but living happily it would seem – away from the centre of the universe. I vote for that post ;-). It's like a "Choose your own blog-venture." I love it!

Ending up here was easy. I saw a great job for a company I liked that had a great reputation nationally, so I applied. One day after I emailed off my cv and cover letter my now boss emailed and offered me an interview. After the interview I thought, that went well I think I may have the job. And then I waited, and I waited, a whole month went by and I didn’t hear anything. Then one night while I was out playing bingo (first and last time) my cell phone rang and I was offered the job. Within four days I had completed the deal and I was preparing to move away from the centre of the universe.

I was very lucky when I decided to make the move because I already had some friends here (GB, CMG, Roomie and I had gone to school together back in the day). Actually when I found out I got the job I called Roomie to ask her if I could stay with her for a few weeks while I found my own place. She of course was more than happy to host me for however long it took me to find a home. Then two or three weeks later she called and said she and her boyfriend had broken up and would I consider living with her as she had an extra room and needed a roommate. “Of Course!” I said. Not only was she a great friend and a good roommate but deciding to live with her meant I wouldn’t have to find a place to live.

Being happy here was a much longer process. I have been here for now for just over two years and to be honest the first six months I wished for my old life back home. I spent hours on the phone with various friends and family keeping touch with them because I missed them and I wanted to make sure they didn’t forget me. I had moved but I hadn’t I was still clinging to what I knew and what I was comfortable with. I made some friends at work, hung with GB and CMG and met some of roomies friends. I went to parties, met people and tried to make a place for myself.

Changing cities as an adult is much different than when you go away to university. In university, everyone is new and looking to make new friends and have new experiences. When you are an adult people already have their friends, careers and lives so it can be slow to process integrating yourself.

Then one day it happened … I walked into one of my local bars (I currently have 3 locals if you were wondering), had some drinks with work friends and when it was time to leave I spent 10 minutes saying good bye to all the people I knew in the bar. That is when I started to realize this was my home, that it wasn’t just the place I lived. That began to make me happy. I also started doing different things. Living in a smaller city sometimes means there is less to do, but that has turned out to be a good thing as I do more instead of being apathetic and not doing anything at all.

Then I started branching out and meeting more people through my new found love of doing stuff. I took a lover (my first in a year) which boosted my self confidence, integrated myself into the workplace, quit smoking, started working out and just generally found a new place for me in the world.

It would be another year until I started the blog but in that year some adventures (should you choose to follow) included:

• My first kink night
• Dating and Dumping a speed addict
• The Speakeasy
• The tale of Fireboy
• My spontaneous trip to Orlando
• The whiniest boy ever
• The Karst
• The story that started the blog
  

And many other adventures …

All of the adventures I have had here have contributed to my happiness and I often wonder if I ever would have had any of them if I didn’t move away from my comfort zone. I still think about moving sometimes, but now instead of just thinking about moving back to the centre of the universe I often think about what other city I will live in next. I still spend hours and hours on the phone every week but now I don’t feel like I am missing out on everything, or that anyone will forget me tomorrow if I don’t call.

Thanks for the question Rob! I hope I have answered it to your satisfaction.

The Single Girl

These are the blog topics I have been thinking about today…

… but I can’t actually commit to any of them

Hygiene …
I had a meeting with a college student earlier. This kid had bad facial hair, no sense of style and the worst breath I think I have ever smelled. Seriously, I was sitting 10 feet from the kid and it was all I could do not to wince when he spoke. How does bad breath like this happen? …

Men …
Do men really think that women sit around all day waiting for them to call or email? Do they not realize if they are hooking up with other women, that we are most likely hooking up with other guys? …

How to choose your next date …
I have been toying with internet dating, only because a few people have told me I should, but I have to say the thought terrifies me …

Heroes …
Has anyone out there seen this show? It is great. I love it … I know I am like 6 months behind the TV trend setters but I have had a busy fall …


Hook ups …
I know I made a new year’s resolution to stay away from the hook ups and try for the first time in years to forge a meaningful (or even settle for semi meaningful) relationship, but my resolve is crumbling …

I will expand on any topic they are of interest to anyone (except for the Heroes one I don't think I need to say anything else). Or I can ditch them all at this point and move forward with other interesting things, like the time I almost fell to my death, how I quit smoking, or the story that started the blog.

If I hear nothing you will get nothing or mundane ramblings about how work is about to take over my life for four weeks.

xo
The Single Girl

Overheard at a party

TSG: What should we bring to the engagement party tomorrow?

GB: I don’t know, do we have to bring a gift to an engagement party?

TSG: Yes, we should bring something …

GB: Well, are they registered anywhere yet?

TSG: No. How about a bottle of wine or champagne?

GB: Champagne, Good, I like it … alcoholic and non-committal …

TSG: Exactly, alcoholic and non-committal ... Just like us …

GB drunkenly shoves TSG

TSG laughs at her own wittiness and scowls at GB for shoving her

You Can’t Win Them All or tales from my weekend

Friday night we (GB and I) went to a party at the most fabulous condo with the most fabulous hosts. On Thursday night GB and I had been out with one of the fabulous hosts of the party and we were asking him if there would be anyone at the party for either one of us. He told us he wasn’t sure if there would be anyone for me but there was a good chance that GB would find someone he liked. When I arrived the other host greeted me at the door and he instantly had wine for me (such a good host). As I walked into their condo I told the boys they had a wonderful home and insisted on tour including detail on all the renovations they have done. As I got the tour I was informed that in fact there was no one at the party for me. No straight available men at the party of two gay men, one of whom use to work for a dance company, shocking! Oh Well you can’t win them all. GB did meet a great guy and I really think he should call him … call “That T” GB Call him!

On Saturday we had a surprise engagement party to go to and we decided we needed a little lubrication before we made the trek to the suburbs. So around 4pm we headed off to the pub for a pint (or 3). While at the pub we ran into Vodkasource and told him of our party and he recommended we have at least one more pint before we head to the burbs … so we did. We also told Vodkasource of the pubcrawl we were going to hit up later in the evening and he told us to call him.

The party was actually quite lovely and we had many martinis. The bride and groom to be were surprised and we had lovely chats with all the boys. Once we had had our fill of that party we headed out to the pub crawl of engineers we were to join (sometimes even I can’t believe the things I do). Unfortunately when we found out what bar they were currently at we decided as we already had 3 pints, 4 martinis and 2 glasses of wine in us walking an extra 5 blocks was not going to happen so instead stopped at the pub for another pint … and I called Vodkasource to join us. Sadly Vodkasource was already done for the evening but thanked us for our offer. Oh well, you can’t win them all.

GB and I then wandered around the downtown looking for a gay bar we had never been to, as friends were waiting for us there. Once we finally found it we parched and needed more beer. It was shocking, there were no other women in the bar, there was no women's washroom. Oh well, you can’t win them all. I am happy to report that even though there was no women's washroom the boys found me a single toilet so I could pee in peace. We drank our beers, chatted with the boys, glanced at the porn playing on the screen and made nice with the staff.

Getting home was a bit of a challenge but maybe the funniest part of the night. We wandered around for about 15 minutes trying to hail a cab when one pulled up right across the street. We ran to see if the occupant was getting out and he was. He was very drunk and yelling into his cell phone that his buddy needed to come and find him. “I totally was going to hook up with that chick. I can't believe I left. Where the fuck are you?” he said from in the cab looking behind him as though his buddy was going to magically appear. “I gotta piss” he said into his phone as he started to pull his dick out to pee on the side of the cab. I muttered “Oh My God” loudly enough that I think I scared his penis back into his pants and he realized it was time to either keep the cab and drive to his buddy or pay up and move on. So the very drunk man paid up and we hopped in before he realized that he probably needed that cab to find his buddy. Oh well, you can't win em all ... but at the end of the night we did, which I think is all that matters.

Hope your weekend was equally amusing.

xo

The Single Girl

Changes

So as you can see I decided to make a few changes to the blog.

I finally crumbed under the pressure and moved to the new blogger. The funniest thing is that there were about a dozen comments that had not made it onto the site yet, so they are all there now. And to Friend of a friend who commented on cooking the Gayboyfriend - very witty. I have spent my free time this weekend (i.e. the time I wasn't drinking with GB) getting everything changed, updating the links, adding a profile - so people can email the single girl if they are so inclined and don't know me in real life - reinstalling the site meter, etc. etc.

So I hope you enjoy the new look, I do. I mean it is still just one of the blogger templates but I am pretty happy with it.

Now that I have wasted most of my waking hours on this it is time to get some real work accomplished, or maybe I will just have a nap.

TSG

My Newest Obsession

Has anyone noticed that I am not writing as much as I sometimes do? Well there are a few reasons for this. The first and foremost I have been really busy at work all week and it has been hard to find the time to sit down and compose a post about anything. The second reason is I have recently installed site meter onto the blog – go ahead take a moment to scroll down to the bottom – you know you want to.

Since getting site meter I have been completely obsessed with who is visiting, when they are reading, how long they are staying and how they found my site. What are the interesting things I have discovered? Well, currently my number one referral site is Live: From My Living Room (thanks for the traffic Rob!), there are readers coming from the US (Hi Michelle, thanks for the link and the comment a few weeks ago), and last week the most popular entry was The Dawson Creek years. Apparently people like drunk stories about SnH and I (I have hundreds if you are interested) or people were actually looking for info about Dawson’s Creek and ended up at my site (much more likely.) I find all of this stuff fascinating and it has caused me to write less and read more. The novelty is going to wear off and I will get back to the usual stories about life and my adventures soon.

Hope you all have a good weekend where ever you may be. Me, I have to work late tonight then off to a party and tomorrow work during the day, then a soiree in the evening. Hopefully something fun or funny will come out of that. And if nothing else I will be spending a fair amount of time with GB, so I am hoping that will produce a new overheard in my living room post soon – because I know you all miss them as much as I do.
The Single Girl