I admit it, I'm in a pretty good place right now. But with the holiday's approaching, there are a few...annoyances. So to honor the age old (ok, generation old) tradition of airing of grievances in honor of Festivus, here we go.
Single People Get Screwed
And not in a good way. When it comes to buying gifts, single people get screwed. When you're a couple, you can get away with the gift being from both of you. Nevermind the fact that, especially when there is a set dollar amount for the gift exchange, the couple ends up spending half as much as the single person. The couple collectively buys one gift, while the single person buys each person a gift, thus, spending twice the money. How can this possibly be a financially sound decision? The single person, often making less money than the couple does combined, is responsible for twice the amount, and thus twice the money of the couple. And when the couple has kids...all bets are off. You spend money on presents for the couple, still. And then you have to spoil the kid(s) too. We single people totally get screwed.
When Do I Get To Make Plans?
I had a great idea for Christmas this year. We only get custody of my brother and sis-in-law and my niece every other year for Christmas. So we had them for Thanksgiving this year. And this will likely (hopefully) be my last Christmas in DC. So let's do Christmas here. Then I ended up moving to a much smaller apartment, so my mom used that to convince everyone to go to Florida instead. Which is fine, and at the moment, leaving the 25 degree weather that DC currently is suffering from for 75 degrees and sun sounds quite nice at the moment.
What I was really hoping for was a nice, relaxing vacation. And I get more family than I was really asking for, and I get no opportunity to make plans. At all. I was hoping for Christmas Eve to be a time to invite people that are likely going to be spending Christmas with their own families, but still people whose company we enjoy.
Long story short, that's now how it's shaping up. Instead of getting to invite people I want to invite, make food I want to make, it has turned into 18 phone calls in one day between my mom and her cousins with statements like "well, we can't do this because one of the cousins doesn't like to be around people she doesn't know, and won't talk to anyone" and "they're just going to do their own thing instead, but we still need to make considerations for them." Annoying. All of it.
Ok, I admit that it isn't just the single people that have to deal with family crap during the holiday's. The big difference is that as a single person you get one vote. And even then, it's not a real vote because you're destined to just do what the majority wants to do anyway. Because the alternative is sitting in your efficiency apartment eating take-out Chinese food on Christmas. Actually, at the moment, that doesn't sound half bad.
It doesn't help that my dad made a sarcastic, off handed comment last night when they finally got around to cluing me into the discussions. I asked when I would be able to provide input for the holidays, or plan an evening like Christmas Eve, or even host it. He said "in 8 years." Which is my off hand, non-responsive answer to when I'm getting married. Where is it written that you have to be married to be able to host something like Christmas Eve. Or even get the consideration that this might be a possibility. I know he was joking. I get that, but it was a poorly timed joke, and the meaning behind it, serious or not, doesn't help me like the holiday's any better.
How To Survive
I have decided that there is only one way for me to be able to survive the holiday's. Remain in a constant state of buzzed. And since my parents are teetotalers, and against drinking in general, I'm going to have to sneak in the booze. Yup, I'm 30, and I'm going to have to sneak in a flask. It's a sad day, but I believe it's necessary.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Date Day
There are a lot of things to do in the city. But one of the things I have noticed since I've lived here is that "natives" just...don't. This hit home for me on Friday evening when I was driving back from a conference with a colleague who grew up in DC (a real oddity). And as we were driving through downtown, we were talking about sightseeing, etc. And she had no idea what some of the buildings were that we were passing. And it's simple stuff like the Executive Office Building next to the White House.
There are a lot of times where I feel like I don't do enough around this city, I don't take the opportunity's while I still have them. It's a lack of time, or lack of desire to fight the tourists, etc. And once I actually had some time, I decided that I needed to fix that situation. I was taking myself on a date.
The plan was to wake up sans alarm, drink coffee, read, and eventually get dressed and take the bus down to the Mall. Walk the entire Mall, eat lunch at the Smithsonian of the American Indian, and then hit up the Zoo lights. But really, just to meander around, without set plans and enjoy the day. It's December, and not nearly as much of a tourist trap that warmer months are, which makes it perfect for a native to wander without dealing with too many annoy tourist. It also means that it's cold.
Saturday morning, I woke up, far earlier than expected, but still without an alarm, so I made the best of it. I drank an entire press pot of coffee, and watched a little TV. I'm in the middle of re-watching all of the West Wing. And once it got to be light out, I decided it was time to stop looking at a fake version of the White House on TV, and go see the real thing. I checked the weather, and saw that it was in the 40's and sunny, which was good. Sun is definitely good when it's cold. But I still bundled up (still being uber sensitive to cold weather since the whole hypothermia thing), packed some snacks, and headed out the door.
One of the great things about The Mall is that everything is so close. Within the first hour, I was able to see The White House all decked out for Christmas, The WW2 Memorial, which is currently undergoing a bit of construction, and the recently opened MLK Memorial.
I then continued my walk through the FDR Memorial, which is one of my favorites, but failed to take any pictures of. And then it was on to see my Revolutionary boyfriend, Thomas Jefferson. Seriously, let's face it, he's definitely the hottie of the Revolution. I mean, he could write too, which is really just an added bonus.
By this time, it's 11am, and I'm getting hungry. Not to mention the fact that I've been walking for an hour and a half. So I start meandering over to the Smithsonian. I walk in, and hear drum beats, and for a moment think it's just music being piped into the intercom system. But then I realize that they are having a demonstration from a tribe visiting from Wisconsin. I peak over, but screw it, I'm hungry. I head to the cafeteria. I've eaten at the Smithsonian of the Native American 3 times. Each time is a unique and lovely experience. And all three are on my list of top meals I have eaten in DC. And each time I eat there, I wander around for far too long trying to decide what to eat, because everything looks amazing. This time, I settled on beef corn tacos, butternut squash drizzled with cranberry sauce, and applewood smoked bacon, and corn pone with mushrooms.
It may look like your normal, average food. But it's not. It's so much more than that. It's good quality, and the flavors are incredible. It's actually a little sad that eating here can make a good day utterly amazing. So if you haven't eaten there, I highly recommend it. To everyone. And if I find out that instead of eating the food that is made from original, Native American recipes, you ate chicken fingers and fries, I will find you and beat you senseless. So once I was full, I went back to the lobby to watch the rest of the demonstration, which was very interesting. And one of the things that I do love about living here, you can stumble across some really interesting opportunities just by walking around.
So then it was back down to the Korean Memorial (which I still find a little disturbing), Mr. Lincoln, and the Vietnam Memorial. There is something about going to see Mr. Lincoln that I love. Standing in front of his statue, looking into his eyes, and just taking a moment to listen to him. And then of course, walking to the right and finding the mistake. I always go see the mistake.
As I was walking between the Korean Memorial and Mr. Lincoln, I heard sirens, which, let's face it, isn't that unusual. But then I heard someone mention a motorcade, so I look over, and at first think it was the President. But later events lead me to believe it was actually someone else. Like the VP, most likely. Again, if you don't work downtown, not an every day occurrence.
One of the things that I'm not such a fan of right now is all the construction that they're doing to the reflecting pond. I mean, what they're doing is great. But you're ruining my view. Again, with the reflecting pond, there are things that I always remember. And for this, I always think about Forrest Gump, and Jenny running through the reflecting pond to get to him. Awww...but I doubt we'll be remaking that any time soon. Apparently, they completely dug out the old pond, and are replacing it with a new one, but this time instead of being stagnate, they're adding drains, etc. All in all, a good thing to do.
By the time I get through the Vietnam Memorial, I have cried (seriously, who can get through the Vietnam Memorial without crying?), and my legs are beginning to get sore. That's what you get for walking around for hours and hours (after not having worked out for a few weeks). So I head over to the White House again to see the horrid Christmas trees. One would think, it being the National Christmas Tree that they would take some effort to make it beautiful, but it's consistently the ugliest tree, ever. And now that it's a new tree, that hasn't been growing there for 30 years, it's deformed looking, and still just plain ugly.
But it's one of those, you still just one of those train wrecks that you have to go see.
As I was walking over to the White House, I see a helicopter that looks suspiciously like Marine One. And then I see it fly towards the White House. And land on the lawn. Again, if you don't work down town, not a site you see every day. So I snuck in with all of the other tourists and took a picture. Because I'm a nerd like that.
A quick walk back to the bus stop, and I realize that it's only 2:30pm. I doubt the Zoo lights are going to be on. But maybe. As the bus gets to the Zoo, I realize that they aren't on, so I would have to come back to enjoy them. I ended up taking a nap, and realized that 4 hours walking around the city has worn me out a little, so I was going nowhere that night. But before I leave for Christmas, I will.
So I've basically laid out what I did, what I saw, what I ate. All the boring stuff. But what the day reminded me of is one of the things that I love most about this city. I mean, I started running because I kept seeing other people running through The Mall, and I wanted to be one of those people. And when I first moved to DC, I spent a lot of time just walking around The Mall. It holds a lot of memories for me, and it was just a lovely day. Plain and simple. And the fact that I did it for myself meant even more.
There are a lot of times where I feel like I don't do enough around this city, I don't take the opportunity's while I still have them. It's a lack of time, or lack of desire to fight the tourists, etc. And once I actually had some time, I decided that I needed to fix that situation. I was taking myself on a date.
The plan was to wake up sans alarm, drink coffee, read, and eventually get dressed and take the bus down to the Mall. Walk the entire Mall, eat lunch at the Smithsonian of the American Indian, and then hit up the Zoo lights. But really, just to meander around, without set plans and enjoy the day. It's December, and not nearly as much of a tourist trap that warmer months are, which makes it perfect for a native to wander without dealing with too many annoy tourist. It also means that it's cold.
Saturday morning, I woke up, far earlier than expected, but still without an alarm, so I made the best of it. I drank an entire press pot of coffee, and watched a little TV. I'm in the middle of re-watching all of the West Wing. And once it got to be light out, I decided it was time to stop looking at a fake version of the White House on TV, and go see the real thing. I checked the weather, and saw that it was in the 40's and sunny, which was good. Sun is definitely good when it's cold. But I still bundled up (still being uber sensitive to cold weather since the whole hypothermia thing), packed some snacks, and headed out the door.
One of the great things about The Mall is that everything is so close. Within the first hour, I was able to see The White House all decked out for Christmas, The WW2 Memorial, which is currently undergoing a bit of construction, and the recently opened MLK Memorial.
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I then continued my walk through the FDR Memorial, which is one of my favorites, but failed to take any pictures of. And then it was on to see my Revolutionary boyfriend, Thomas Jefferson. Seriously, let's face it, he's definitely the hottie of the Revolution. I mean, he could write too, which is really just an added bonus.
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| Poor photo quality, which I blame on the light, and the annoying tourists who wouldn't get out of my way so I could get the good light. Not that I'm bitter or anything. |
By this time, it's 11am, and I'm getting hungry. Not to mention the fact that I've been walking for an hour and a half. So I start meandering over to the Smithsonian. I walk in, and hear drum beats, and for a moment think it's just music being piped into the intercom system. But then I realize that they are having a demonstration from a tribe visiting from Wisconsin. I peak over, but screw it, I'm hungry. I head to the cafeteria. I've eaten at the Smithsonian of the Native American 3 times. Each time is a unique and lovely experience. And all three are on my list of top meals I have eaten in DC. And each time I eat there, I wander around for far too long trying to decide what to eat, because everything looks amazing. This time, I settled on beef corn tacos, butternut squash drizzled with cranberry sauce, and applewood smoked bacon, and corn pone with mushrooms.
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| Uh-may-zing. |
It may look like your normal, average food. But it's not. It's so much more than that. It's good quality, and the flavors are incredible. It's actually a little sad that eating here can make a good day utterly amazing. So if you haven't eaten there, I highly recommend it. To everyone. And if I find out that instead of eating the food that is made from original, Native American recipes, you ate chicken fingers and fries, I will find you and beat you senseless. So once I was full, I went back to the lobby to watch the rest of the demonstration, which was very interesting. And one of the things that I do love about living here, you can stumble across some really interesting opportunities just by walking around.
So then it was back down to the Korean Memorial (which I still find a little disturbing), Mr. Lincoln, and the Vietnam Memorial. There is something about going to see Mr. Lincoln that I love. Standing in front of his statue, looking into his eyes, and just taking a moment to listen to him. And then of course, walking to the right and finding the mistake. I always go see the mistake.
As I was walking between the Korean Memorial and Mr. Lincoln, I heard sirens, which, let's face it, isn't that unusual. But then I heard someone mention a motorcade, so I look over, and at first think it was the President. But later events lead me to believe it was actually someone else. Like the VP, most likely. Again, if you don't work downtown, not an every day occurrence.
One of the things that I'm not such a fan of right now is all the construction that they're doing to the reflecting pond. I mean, what they're doing is great. But you're ruining my view. Again, with the reflecting pond, there are things that I always remember. And for this, I always think about Forrest Gump, and Jenny running through the reflecting pond to get to him. Awww...but I doubt we'll be remaking that any time soon. Apparently, they completely dug out the old pond, and are replacing it with a new one, but this time instead of being stagnate, they're adding drains, etc. All in all, a good thing to do.
By the time I get through the Vietnam Memorial, I have cried (seriously, who can get through the Vietnam Memorial without crying?), and my legs are beginning to get sore. That's what you get for walking around for hours and hours (after not having worked out for a few weeks). So I head over to the White House again to see the horrid Christmas trees. One would think, it being the National Christmas Tree that they would take some effort to make it beautiful, but it's consistently the ugliest tree, ever. And now that it's a new tree, that hasn't been growing there for 30 years, it's deformed looking, and still just plain ugly.
But it's one of those, you still just one of those train wrecks that you have to go see.
As I was walking over to the White House, I see a helicopter that looks suspiciously like Marine One. And then I see it fly towards the White House. And land on the lawn. Again, if you don't work down town, not a site you see every day. So I snuck in with all of the other tourists and took a picture. Because I'm a nerd like that.
A quick walk back to the bus stop, and I realize that it's only 2:30pm. I doubt the Zoo lights are going to be on. But maybe. As the bus gets to the Zoo, I realize that they aren't on, so I would have to come back to enjoy them. I ended up taking a nap, and realized that 4 hours walking around the city has worn me out a little, so I was going nowhere that night. But before I leave for Christmas, I will.
So I've basically laid out what I did, what I saw, what I ate. All the boring stuff. But what the day reminded me of is one of the things that I love most about this city. I mean, I started running because I kept seeing other people running through The Mall, and I wanted to be one of those people. And when I first moved to DC, I spent a lot of time just walking around The Mall. It holds a lot of memories for me, and it was just a lovely day. Plain and simple. And the fact that I did it for myself meant even more.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Problem
For many, well, years, I have wondered what my problem is. What am I not doing, or what is wrong with me that I haven't been able to find love. I have read articles, I have went to therapy, I've worked on me. And I'm not going to lie, I'm a pretty fantastic person.
Sure, I have my moments. Moments of insecurity, weakness, self doubt. All of the above, and then some. So, the other day, I read another article, stating the same ol' things about finding satisfaction within yourself, being an independent person, and knowing what you want. Both in life, and a mate. And for the most part, I feel like I've accomplished this. And when I would have bad days, and would feel down, I would write it off to that happening to everyone.
Everyone has a weakness. I've probably known what mine is for a long time, but I haven't changed my behavior accordingly. I blame my smart phone. Ok, it probably started before then, but it became much more of an issue when I got a smart phone. For want of some external satisfaction, I often check my email. Thinking that I will magically get an email from...anyone. Or if my phone dinged, I immediately jumped on it. I constantly wanted and needed to receive email as some form of validation. Nevermind the fact that half the time when I do get emails, they're crap. Or they're from facebook telling me that someone else commented on someone else's status. I would long for a personal email from anyone, but really hoping that it was from someone I really liked. You know...like that. And not only do I jump on my phone, I constantly check facebook. Ok, so the latter is probably more out of boredom than anything else. In the mornings, the first thing I do is check my email. At night, if I can't fall asleep immediately, I'll surf through my phone. Either checking email, or playing around on facebook, or surfing the interwebz.
Over the past year, I've gotten a teensy bit better. While on vacation, or on weekends, I'll put my phone down, and I won't look at it for hours. I'll avoid it, actually. Not wanting to feel or be connected to the outside world. Not needing to be connected to the outside world. I needed a breather from my phone. But it's so temporary. I was still checking first thing in the morning, and most often, when my phone dings, I jump on it.
This stops. Now.
This morning, I moved my phone charger across the room. If I really had a viable option for plugging it in in another room, I would. But I have an efficiency apartment, and the bathroom probably isn't the smartest place to leave your phone. Or is it?
I have to stop looking for external validation from my email. As history has proven, it only leads to disappointment, and a constant, annoying attachment to your phone. You annoy other people, and more than anything, I annoy myself.
So, the rules.
1) The phone does not sleep next to me at night. Unless I absolutely need to use it as an alarm. And even then, it's probably going to be ok across the room.
2) Unless there is a specific need (ie, I'm waiting on a specific communication that is of some importance) while I am at home, I can set aside a specific time to check my email, but other than that, the phone stays down.
3) Exception to rule #2 is text messages. I don't text many people, and most of the time it's my mom, or someone that has a specific, more immediate concern. This, I'm ok with checking, as in the past it has not proven to be a problem.
4) Work days are going to be harder. I sit at a computer 8 hours a day, and boredom often sets in. And it's readily available. It's going to be harder to regulate it during the day, but it's the attitude behind it that is going to make the most difference. See below.
I think this is going to work. Once I really faced the issue that I have with email, really faced what I was using email as, I was able to look at the issue much more clearly. Realized that I was using it as external validation, when I need to find validation through myself, not the prospect of someone else emailing me.
The funny thing is, in the past, when I've been in contact with someone who emails a lot, either in frequency, and I'm saying many times a day, lots of back and forth, it's annoyed me. When I've continued the pattern, I've annoyed myself. So it's not like it's the actual content that I need. It was more like a sudden, very brief, heart palpitation the instant I saw a new email.
And just explaining all of that, writing it all out, makes me a little frustrated with myself, and...disappointed.
And we can't have that. No no. This girl is positive, and happy, and more than anything else, loves myself.
Sure, I have my moments. Moments of insecurity, weakness, self doubt. All of the above, and then some. So, the other day, I read another article, stating the same ol' things about finding satisfaction within yourself, being an independent person, and knowing what you want. Both in life, and a mate. And for the most part, I feel like I've accomplished this. And when I would have bad days, and would feel down, I would write it off to that happening to everyone.
Everyone has a weakness. I've probably known what mine is for a long time, but I haven't changed my behavior accordingly. I blame my smart phone. Ok, it probably started before then, but it became much more of an issue when I got a smart phone. For want of some external satisfaction, I often check my email. Thinking that I will magically get an email from...anyone. Or if my phone dinged, I immediately jumped on it. I constantly wanted and needed to receive email as some form of validation. Nevermind the fact that half the time when I do get emails, they're crap. Or they're from facebook telling me that someone else commented on someone else's status. I would long for a personal email from anyone, but really hoping that it was from someone I really liked. You know...like that. And not only do I jump on my phone, I constantly check facebook. Ok, so the latter is probably more out of boredom than anything else. In the mornings, the first thing I do is check my email. At night, if I can't fall asleep immediately, I'll surf through my phone. Either checking email, or playing around on facebook, or surfing the interwebz.
Over the past year, I've gotten a teensy bit better. While on vacation, or on weekends, I'll put my phone down, and I won't look at it for hours. I'll avoid it, actually. Not wanting to feel or be connected to the outside world. Not needing to be connected to the outside world. I needed a breather from my phone. But it's so temporary. I was still checking first thing in the morning, and most often, when my phone dings, I jump on it.
This stops. Now.
This morning, I moved my phone charger across the room. If I really had a viable option for plugging it in in another room, I would. But I have an efficiency apartment, and the bathroom probably isn't the smartest place to leave your phone. Or is it?
I have to stop looking for external validation from my email. As history has proven, it only leads to disappointment, and a constant, annoying attachment to your phone. You annoy other people, and more than anything, I annoy myself.
So, the rules.
1) The phone does not sleep next to me at night. Unless I absolutely need to use it as an alarm. And even then, it's probably going to be ok across the room.
2) Unless there is a specific need (ie, I'm waiting on a specific communication that is of some importance) while I am at home, I can set aside a specific time to check my email, but other than that, the phone stays down.
3) Exception to rule #2 is text messages. I don't text many people, and most of the time it's my mom, or someone that has a specific, more immediate concern. This, I'm ok with checking, as in the past it has not proven to be a problem.
4) Work days are going to be harder. I sit at a computer 8 hours a day, and boredom often sets in. And it's readily available. It's going to be harder to regulate it during the day, but it's the attitude behind it that is going to make the most difference. See below.
I think this is going to work. Once I really faced the issue that I have with email, really faced what I was using email as, I was able to look at the issue much more clearly. Realized that I was using it as external validation, when I need to find validation through myself, not the prospect of someone else emailing me.
The funny thing is, in the past, when I've been in contact with someone who emails a lot, either in frequency, and I'm saying many times a day, lots of back and forth, it's annoyed me. When I've continued the pattern, I've annoyed myself. So it's not like it's the actual content that I need. It was more like a sudden, very brief, heart palpitation the instant I saw a new email.
And just explaining all of that, writing it all out, makes me a little frustrated with myself, and...disappointed.
And we can't have that. No no. This girl is positive, and happy, and more than anything else, loves myself.
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Project
I'm at a point in my year where I don't have a project consuming my brain. Ironman training is taking a break. LSAT studying is over. And work is slow. My brain is antsy. You know what happens when my brain is antsy? I end up with red hair. Very cute red hair that I like very much. But RED HAIR.
So my new project, in title, mainly and only in seriousness a little is "Sugar Daddy Shopping." Of course, finding a very attractive, somewhat young man (30's-ish) who would be able to provide for me for the rest of my days with me not needing to work would be wonderful. But it's not an official requirement. A benefit only. Ok, so at the moment I'm burnt out on a lot of things, and the idea of never having to work again sounds kinda nice right now. Give me a month with nothing to do, not only will I have red hair, but I wouldn't have much of it left. Ok, maybe 2 months.
But the idea of this project has gotten me thinking about a few things. Mainly, where do you meet someone? And really, it's always been a question of mine. I've tried the internet. And though I've met people that way. I've dated people that way. It's just never really felt...right. For me. I know several other people who have met that way, and it's worked for them. It's just not for me.
Ok, so I meet new people all the time. I've even gone through the "getting to know you" process a few times this year. But before we got to the dating you thing, I realized it just wasn't going to work. They were not the one.
In my own group of friends, there are so many different stories of how couples met, it's actually hard to keep track of them all. Friends setting them up. Parents setting them up. Meeting at work. Meeting online. Meeting in a bar. All of the above and then some.
My dad, always the one to give helpful advice, has occasionally given me ideas on how to meet the man of my dreams. My favorite one involves the fact that I'm klutzy, and injure myself. He figures that in one of the many times I damage myself, I will spend enough time in the ER to snag a Dr. Now, I don't totally hate the idea. A Dr. would meet several of my must haves, and even a few of the nice to haves on my list of requirements. But the main flaw in this theory is that the only way I'm going to the ER is if I'm unconscious. And the likelihood of me being able to pick up a Dr. in that state is slim. I won't say none. Anything can happen.
I guess in reality, I don't, and can't, know the answer to my question. I'm curious about it. And knowing me, it will be completely random, like me literally tripping over them...or something weird like that.
I don't know. But my hope is that this time next year, I'll have the answer.
So my new project, in title, mainly and only in seriousness a little is "Sugar Daddy Shopping." Of course, finding a very attractive, somewhat young man (30's-ish) who would be able to provide for me for the rest of my days with me not needing to work would be wonderful. But it's not an official requirement. A benefit only. Ok, so at the moment I'm burnt out on a lot of things, and the idea of never having to work again sounds kinda nice right now. Give me a month with nothing to do, not only will I have red hair, but I wouldn't have much of it left. Ok, maybe 2 months.
But the idea of this project has gotten me thinking about a few things. Mainly, where do you meet someone? And really, it's always been a question of mine. I've tried the internet. And though I've met people that way. I've dated people that way. It's just never really felt...right. For me. I know several other people who have met that way, and it's worked for them. It's just not for me.
Ok, so I meet new people all the time. I've even gone through the "getting to know you" process a few times this year. But before we got to the dating you thing, I realized it just wasn't going to work. They were not the one.
In my own group of friends, there are so many different stories of how couples met, it's actually hard to keep track of them all. Friends setting them up. Parents setting them up. Meeting at work. Meeting online. Meeting in a bar. All of the above and then some.
My dad, always the one to give helpful advice, has occasionally given me ideas on how to meet the man of my dreams. My favorite one involves the fact that I'm klutzy, and injure myself. He figures that in one of the many times I damage myself, I will spend enough time in the ER to snag a Dr. Now, I don't totally hate the idea. A Dr. would meet several of my must haves, and even a few of the nice to haves on my list of requirements. But the main flaw in this theory is that the only way I'm going to the ER is if I'm unconscious. And the likelihood of me being able to pick up a Dr. in that state is slim. I won't say none. Anything can happen.
I guess in reality, I don't, and can't, know the answer to my question. I'm curious about it. And knowing me, it will be completely random, like me literally tripping over them...or something weird like that.
I don't know. But my hope is that this time next year, I'll have the answer.
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