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Mar. 31st, 2008

Three Weeks or Bust

 

Three Weeks or Bust


It seems like there is a growing trend in dating lately. And by growing trend I mean epidemic and by lately I mean as long as I can freaking remember.

I'll be the first to say that when it comes to the rules of dating I am essentially clueless. Instead of going out partying, sowing my wild oates and learning the rules of the dating game --- I instead opted to get an education (and not just PRETEND like many girls my age do) and try to pursue a career.

But now here I am, secretly wishing that maybe I had played the field when I was younger because it would have saved me a lot of lessons that I'm only learning now.

It seems to me that there is an invisible wall at the three week point of any budding relationship. And I use the word relationship loosely --- like how you would use the word to describe any given bar whore's sexuality.

But I'm not bitter.

But really. When I say budding relationship I mean the fact that two people are in communication with each other and have HOPES that it COULD become something more.
I think that's a good definition of a budding relationship. Now to the demise of these relationships. That's where I reign queen.

It's still unknown to me what exactly I do during this three week period that sends men running through the woods back into the arms of their ex-girlfriends, but whatever it is I should bottle it and market it to women so they can use it instead of pepper spray.

1000 Days' Personality. The ultimate man repellent. What can I say? It's taken four years to brew and its a special mix of fear, heartbreak and bitterness --- all the ingredients to scare the bejesus outta a man and shrink his testicles to he size of raisins.

If he still has them after I'm done with him, that is.

In all seriousness though, as serious as I can get anyway, I'm writing this because I honestly want to get past the three week point with Mr. Nice Guy and part of me is terrified that he will fly the coop like all the others.

Fisherman lasted 3 dates.

Mr. Professor lasted 3 weeks.

Mr. Nice Guy and I...well TECHNICALLY we've been talking for about 2 1/2 weeks.

And now the clock is ticking.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

But let me get back to the point of this blog, because yes, somewhere in here there is a point --- frivolous, yes? Mangled? Absolutely. Necessary? Hell yeah.

Regardless of what some men may tell me, there is a definite pivotal point in a new relationship that occurs on or around the three week point. At this point one of two things will happen:

1. All of a sudden your date becomes distant. He stops calling as much. Stops texting as much. Isn't as "available" and just doesn't seem that into you. This is when he approaches you and says one of the following things:

A) "I really like you, but I'm just not ready for a relationship." (Which I take as 'I'm not ready for a relationship with YOU')

B) "I need time and space" (Again, this just means 'I just want time and space from YOU. However, do you have any slutty friends I can make a move on?')

C) "I'll call you when I want to hang out again" (aka 'Don't call me. I'll call you')

But here is the flip side to the three week point. And again, I'm just guessing here because I've not experienced this "other" outcome in almost four years.

2. He continues calling. He doesn't change his behavior. And you actually begin to feel like there could be a future there --- without that nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that somethings wrong.

And as for that nagging voice --- you know, the REALLY loud one --- listen to it. It's usually right.

It's the voice that stops you from going down that dark alley. Or stops you from going when that light JUST turns green. Hell it's the voice that tells you he's cheating and that's not YOUR lipstick on his boxers.

It's your intuition and dammit I wish I had listened to it more.

But lets not mistake the nagging intuition voice with the other voice that nags --- you know, like your mother. That's an entirely different voice that needs to be silenced completely.

And cliche as this might sound -- with Mr. Nice Guy I don't have that nagging voice in my telling telling me "he's too good to be true" and "you're just going to get hurt."

Instead I hear...well...nothing. I am a blonde afterall --- If you put your ear up to mine I've heard you can hear the ocean.

Or my mother's nagging voice.

- 1455 Days

Mar. 29th, 2008

Meeting the Parents

Meeting the Parents


Mr. Nice Guy met my parents today.

And He's still alive.

Now based off of prior experience with the opposite sex one of two things will happen (a) He'll flip out, become afraid of commitment and say he needs time and/or space or (b) call me tonight and proceed as normal.

Lets see what happens, shall we?

Back to my nap. Brain hurts. Too much sun. Still have two parties to go to.

Uhhhhhhhh

- 1455 Days

Thank God It's Friday, Bitches

Thank God It's Friday, Bitches




So it's 12:22 pm. I just got back from a movie meeting in Miami and now am officially late for work. I've still got cramps and am feeling narcoleptic, every five minutes or so I feel my eyes start to close and my head starting to droop.


That's what I get for staying out too late surf fishing.


Don't ask.


Don't have much to write about today, but I wanted to cram SOMETHING out being that it's Friday and all. Let's see, whats on the agenda for this weekend...


Tonight: Working late, AGAIN and taking away more innocent people's homes. Then after a long day of legal theft I'm going to dinner with some girlfriends then probably end up falling asleep in my martini. Watch, I'll be in bed drooling by 10. Then woken up at 10:30 pm for my nightly flirty phone call with Mr. Nice Guy. Did I mention he has a hot voice? Yeah, very deep. I likey.


Saturday: Gonna be a big day, have plans to go to the boat show with Mr. Nice Guy. Probably gonna get terribly sunburned and end up with yet another case of sun-poisoning which scares away all potential dates and relationships for a three month interval.


After hours of looking at boats I cant afford and frying in the sun I head to my neighbors party and play DJ. I'll stay at the party for most of the night, playing eighties music and watching people dance. Badly. Then once this party ends its time for my OTHER friends party.


At the other party (it will be 1 AM by now) I'll proceed to fall asleep on my friends shoulder and drool for the next twenty minutes before being woken up by some obnoxious guy offering to buy me a drink.


I'll probably stumble in around 3am and wrap myself in comforter and force myself to dream sweet dreams about raping Mr. Nice Guy.


Sunday: Wake up. Do nothing.


And that's the plan. Now watch, I'll either come down with tuberculosis or some other rare disease by the weekend is over. Remember 1000 Days isn't a partier --- after 11pm she turns into a pumpkin.


Or a bitch.


Eh. Where's my coffee, it's gonna be a looooooooooong day.


- 1454 Days

There Will Be Blood

There Will Be Blood


Have you ever had one of those nights where when you got home you just had to slap yourself in the face to make sure it was all real?

I mean comeon, NO ONE can have as crazy of a night as that and not be living in some fucked up fantasy world.

Well, let's just say welcome to the wonderful world of 1000 Days.

Let me explain...

It all started last night around 7. My stomach, yet again, is riddled with butterflies and the most terrible cramps. And when I say terrible, I mean I want to rip my ovaries out and throw them against the wall.

A perfect night for a date, right?

So I'm in my room, rummaging through my clean/dirty clothes trying to find something for that perfect second date look.

The second date to me seems almost as important as the first -- you still have to look good, but you cant look like you're TOO perfect or trying too hard --- but at the same time your cant go from 100% hot to sweat pants and a stained shirt.

Damn those were my only clean options.

Anyways, I'm rummaging through my clothes in the basket when I pinpoint the shirt I was planning on wearing.

And that's when I smell it.

It cant be.

No, it BETTER not be.

That's right. It was urine.

My fucking cat PEED on my shirt.

Again.

And don't ask me why he does this. It's a long story that involves a vacuum cleaner, his tail and fifteen years of adolescent torture.

But this is the best part...it wasnt just my favorite shirt that was peed on but ALL the shirts in my clean clothes basket. All the shirts that would have been my options for the second date outfit. All reeking of pee.

Yay.

See, I'm not kidding when I said this was a weird night.

So in a tissy fit, I throw the clothes into the washer and race around the room trying to find something half-way decent looking that fits and doesnt reek of cat urine.

A half hour later I reemerge from my tantrum, looking rather sexified and ready to go out for a night on the town.

Now I wait.

7: 45.

I'm pacing around the house, worried if he'll still be as attracted to me even though my awesome haircut isnt as awesome as when I first met him and if there's an odd chance I smell like cat urine.

I sniff my shirt. No, I'm in the clear. Except for the waterfall of sweat coming from my arms.

7:50.

Still pacing. God, I forgot how annoying this was.
7:55.

He didn't call me right before he left. Maybe he's not coming?

8:00.

Maybe our watches arent synchronized? Damn daylight savings time.

8:03.

I hear the sound of tires pull into the driveway. Me and my dog rush to the door, both of us peering out the window to get a better look.

Mr. Nice Guy looked gorgeous. Tall, handsome and sporting that cute Cheshire cat smile.

And then I saw it. And I melted.

He had flowers in his hand. And not just flowers, but roses.

I knew at that moment I was in trouble.

I quickly take a final smell of my shirt and rush out the door to see him.

Now we'll fast forward to dinner. When things start to get eerily strange.

We're at a wonderful restaurant now, a little bit on the pricey side. I'm thumbing through the menu debating what to order on the coveted second date.

Steak? Too expensive.

Salad? Too Girly.

Pasta? I'll more than likely flick the sauce on myself and/or him.

Chicken? BORING.

So I decided to go with the fish, considering I'm dating an avid Fisherman. I figured it would be appropriate.

So we order and continue our in depth conversation when then I suddenly hear my name.

At first I ignored it, but then it continued to get louder and I didn't turn around until I heard the scariest two words someone's uttered to me ---

"1000 Days!"

At that moment I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. I think I could have very well choked on my stomach because it was that far in my throat.

Mr. Nice Guy looks at me and asks me if I'm okay. I nod, apologize and turn around to see who this asshole is that just outted me on my second date.

And sure enough, it's someone that I used to date.

And who also happens to NOT be fan of the blog.

Next thing I know this guy approaches me and Mr. Nice Guy.

The only thing I can think in my mind is this CANT be good.

So this asshole, let's call him Mr. REMOTE Possibility (and no, it wasn't Mr. Professor -- that would have been even MORE awkward) walks up to me and Mr. Nice Guy at the table and proceeds to talk shit about me --- something along the lines of me being a bitch, media whore and evil wench... yada yada yada. The usual.

Obviously I was a little upset, but I kept trying to joke it off and dismiss him back to his "loser" table.

And to my disappointment, my jokes were just making Mr. Remote Possibility more agitated and vulgar.

And that's when Mr. Nice Guy stepped in. And ladies, it was HOT.

Mr. Nice Guy calmly got up, pushed in his chair and walked up to Mr. Remote Possibility, looking at him eye to eye and asked if there was a problem.

At this time everyone in the restaurant is looking at me (who's trying to hide behind her menu) and the two guys getting ready to duke it out.

Mr. Remote Possibility then decides to puff out, challenging Mr. Nice Guy, but Mr. Nice Guy just calmly asks him again if there is a problem.

And I don't know how long it was between the second time he asked that question and the time that Mr. Remote Possiblity backed down --- but whatever it was it felt like FIVE FREAKING HOURS.

By the time the debacle was broken up I was shaking and upset. Mr. Nice Guy was concerned. And Mr. Remote Possibility limped off like a defeated buck who just lost a fight over his mate.

Safe to say the rest of the night was a little on the awkward side.

Until the ride home.

And that's when we had our first kiss.

And also when I woke up.

Yup, I'm afraid it's true. All this stuff? Never really happened I'm afraid.

You see, last night after work, Mr. Nice Guy and I were too exhausted from work to make the 40 mile trek to see each other so we decided to stay in instead and talk to each other on the phone.

But is that REMOTELY as interesting as the story I just told you?

NO.

But I will tell you this bit of truth.

Mr. Nice Guy and I have talked everyday since our first date. He texts me just to say hi and always returns my calls.

And even though it's against my better judgement and I'm fighting it completely, I am starting to get feelings for him.

And because of that, I'm going to try to do something that I should have done a long time before.

I'm going to try to take things one day at a time. And try to not expect too much too soon.

Maybe only then can I not repeat my mistakes of the past.

-1453 Days

He's Just That Into You?

He's Just That Into You?



What's a sure-sign that he's absolutely crazy about you? When he showers you with flowers? When he gets jealous the minute you look at other men? Or when he stays at your place every night for a week? Actually - none of the above. If you'd like to be sure you're not kidding yourself when you imagine the two of you together in the future - look to the little things he does, not the big showy romantic gestures. Here are the most 10 obvious signs that he's serious about the relationship.

He Calls for No Reason
"Hi, what are you up to?"; "I thought I'd let you know I made a reservation for dinner as I said I would and it's at 8 o'clock like we agreed" are the kind of comments that give away the real motive for this kind of call; he misses you; is head over heels for you and; can't go one more second without speaking to you. While you talk he ignores all incoming calls and signs off "I can't wait to see you again." Give him extra points for thoughtfulness if he calls you at work and is sensitive enough to realise you can't chat so he says "I won't keep you because I know you're busy but I just needed to hear your voice."


He Turns Up On Time
When he says he's going to be there on the dot at 8pm, he's never more than a few minutes late. And on the rare occasion he is held up he pays you the courtesy of calling so you don't have to needlessly rush to get ready. This kind of punctuality might seem an insignificant thing - but it speaks volumes about his respect for you. It shows that he cares about what you think of him so he wants to demonstrate he's reliable.


He Tunes In To Your Every Word
When you're in a mid conversation at the cafe he doesn't play with the fork nor is he distracted by the conversation at the next table. His eyes barely leave your face because he is hanging on every thing you say. He doesn't dominate the discussion by interrupting, finishing your sentences or taking the conversation in a new direction. He is genuinely listening! It is clear in the way he laughs sincerely when you tell him something funny and responds to what you are saying by giving you is opinions on the subject, making helpful suggestions and sharing his own similar stories.


His Friends Know All About You
And it's not just the usual body talk like how gorgeous you are or what bra size you wear. They know what car you drive, what you do for a living, that you love japanese food but can't drink red wine because you get a rash. It's not like thay've been asking for these details - it's just that he can't stop talking about you 24/7!


He Brings Up the "F" Word
Not that one - the other F word - fidelity. Just when you're worried that he might think you're dating with no strings attached he says "I want to be clear what we're doing here - I want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend and to me that means being faithful to each other. Do you feel the same way?" With an enormous sense of relief and elation you say "yes" to being his girl and as you kiss passionately and each pledge fidelity, your mutual trust and intimacy immediately grows. It's official: He considers you a couple.


He Takes an Interest in Your Interests
When a guy falls for you in a big way he'll want to know everything about you and that includes a full understanding of your likes and dislikes. If your hobby is collecting retro furniture he'll have the good grace to feign interest when you spend all afternoon scouring second hand shops - although he'd rather be home working on his car. Don't worry - he's not becoming a "yes" man - he's simply trying to get closer to you in every part of your life - and sharing your interests is an obvious way to do it.


He Gives You a Key to His Place
Not only does this gesture shout "I trust you" it also shows that he's certain you're going to be in the picture for a long time to come. Men are often very protective about their domestic domain. They may hold off taking a new girlfriend to their flat in case she thinks the decor is daggy or starts thinking that maybe he's hinting he'd like her to move in when that's the last thing on his mind. In light of this, being given the key to his place is like passing an intimation ceremony - now that your relationship has graduated to the next level he is letting go of his bachelor ways and saying "what's mine is yours".


After Sex He Wants to Cuddle and Chat
No rolling onto his side the second he climaxes and no quick descent into snoresville after a perfuntory cuddle. Instead, the afterglow of sex is charged with emotion, touching and intimate disclosures. He wants to know if you had a great climax and wants to tell you how the earth moved for him as well. Chances are he's already desiring to make love to you again. Or if he's too tired to he'll hold you, stroke your face and nuzzle your neck while the conversation is incredibly intimate.


He's Nice to Your Friends
From the moment he met your friends he made an effort to remember all their names. Now that you've been dating a while, he's considered one of the gang. He talks to your pals about everything from boy troubles to cramps and makes an effort to say all the right things. He'll also hassle your shy single friends to get up and dance with the two of you so they can enjoy a spin on the floor without feeling like fair game. Don't presume that being such a SNAG is his second nature - any man who makes an effort to win over his girlfriend's posse wants to keep her happy and to be around her as much as he possibly can.


He Asks for Your Opinion
In just about every decision he makes - from which shirt to wear to a job interview to which kind of car he should buy, he solicits your opinion. This indicates that he respects what you have to say and that he believes you not only have good judgement but have skills, abilities and insights that can help him, improve his life.

The Missing Link

The Missing Link


I lost seven pounds!

Thank you unnecessary, heart-wrenching breakup!

But really, there is no better diet than the diet you go on after a roller coaster ride breakup. Three weeks of nausea, chest pain and a complete loss of appetite can only equal one thing.

Smaller waist-line. Ohhh yeah.

I just looked in the mirror twenty minutes ago, first to see if there was a whole in my pants, then just to check myself out. And there it was --- a gap between my flesh and the pants.

Eureka! It was all not for nothing! I dropped a pant size!

There are other reasons that I'm rather chipper today, and no it's not because I took away five peoples homes today, but more of my joy that Mr. Nice Guy is living up (and exceeding) his reputation.

He calls me.

Just to say hi.

I know. I'm in shock too.

I was beginning to think the link between men and communication was non-existent.

But could it be I found the missing link?

Or am I just giddy that I dropped that dress size and can fit in my pre-college jeans again.

Well, in theory anyway.

If there is one thing I'm learning during these strings of dating distasters --- and yes, I HOPE that I'm learning SOMETHING --- is that every man is certainly turning out to be different from the next. Sometimes, for better or for worse.

Some will be arrogant. Others will be docile. Some will come across as docile until they decide to reveal their true arrogant selves. And sometimes they're just freaking crazy and leave you angry voicemails where they laugh eerily into the phone.

Hey it happens.

But I guess the point I'm trying to make in this rambling blog is this.

I have no freaking clue what I'm doing. Still.

Though, if there is one thing I do know, it's what NOT to do.

Backwards logic, I know, but it's all I've got.

And yeah, I forget what the hell I was just going to write about. I really need to stop looking at myself in the mirror. Damn my being a Leo --- it's so distracting.

So here's the update, I guess since my blog tonight seems to be going down faster than Paris Hilton on a cab driver.

Mr. Nice Guy and I are going on our second date tomorrow and I'm really psyched.

But I'm even more psyched that for every night since our first date, he's taken the time to call me and (gasp) talk to me for more than five minutes.

I know --- and he even did it during peak hours!!!

My God.

They do exist.

- 1451 Days

One Flew Over the Cockatoo's Nest

One Flew Over the Cockatoo's Nest


cock·a·too [kok-uh-too, kok-uh-too] Pronunciation Key –noun, plural -toos.
1.any of numerous large, noisy, crested parrots of the genera Cacatua, Callocephalon, Calyptorhynchus, etc., of the Australasian region, having chiefly white plumage tinged with yellow, pink, or red: popular as a pet.


2. A nickname for any man who has ever lied, cheated, used or played a woman while friends, dating or in a relationship. IE: Screw You, Cockatoo.

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It's 10:03 PM. Do you know where your Cockatoo is?

The story of how Mr. Cockatoo cam to be is a long and complicated one, but in a nutshell I learned two valuable lessons (1) Don't mix business and pleasure (2) Trust No One. Especially snot nosed, saggy boobed, manipulative chicks.

Ah hem.

So the reason behind this random blog?

Mr. Cockatoo has flown the coop.

He's dumped Ms. Predator.

And he's migrating up north --- it is summer you know, they only go south for the winter...

It's always an interesting feeling when you find out that one of your past loves has become recently single. Even more interesting when you know 6 months ago you would have been thrilled to bits --- but as of right now I really couldn't care less.

But somehow it makes it into my blog. Go figure.

Honestly I'm just buying time because I've spent the past four hours making the finishing touches to the '1000 Days of Celibacy Documentary Site.'

That's right people --- so if MySpace decides to delete my ass AGAIN you will always be able to find me at the site (which will be revealed on April 1 -- yes, April Fools Day).

Must admit I'm pretty psyched though, getting close to actually releasing something that shows that we're actually doing this damn film.

And trust me, we are. It's just that I lost everything when the writers strike hit and forced me back into the world of 'normalcy' or what I like to call...my day job.

There's nothing like trying to balance a film, a career (kinda), a boyfriend (though I dont have to worry about that anymore) and any attempt at a social life (ditto).

So yeah, this is an interesting balance to say the least.

Whoever I date has to agree to be in the film. Let me tell you, that narrows down my options. Especially when they realize that there's a blog involved too.

(See the demise of Mr. Professor. Don't ask)

Sigh. I'd like to hope that one day I'll finish this damn film and make a billion dollars.

And on the same token I'd like to hope that one day I'll actually be able to have sex again with someone who loves me.

But the clock is tick tick ticking away. And I honestly dont know how much longer I can hold out before I go completely insane (on the way) or rape someone (Mr. Nice Guy?). Talk about being in the right place at the right time...

Sigh. I really don't know how much longer I can hold out for this stupid quest. And I say stupid because after four years of bullshit I really should have just gotten the point and either become a lesbian or a whore.

I dunno, Whore seems to work for a lot of people --- but hey what if I just become a lesbian whore?

Tangent.

Truth is I'm a concerned because I'm getting close to 1500 days.

And I DONT want to make it to 1500 Days.

I originally didnt want to make it to 1000 days.

Hell I didnt want to make it past 90 days.

But here I am.

And the hormones are sinking in.

I'm becoming a predator who silently stalks her prey.

Her eyes moving every part of the preys body.

EVERY PART.

Oh god. Mental picture.

No good will come from this.

- 1450 Days

Mar. 24th, 2008

I'm Not Your Bar Whore.

I'm Not Your Bar Whore.


It's 2:24 AM .

I just got back from partying with my friends.

And I'm pissed.

And buzzed.

And feeling so helpless. Another reason why I shouldn't drink a depressant (alcohol) when I'm already pretty depressed.

Let me explain.


I'm at the bar with two of my closest friends. Two guys start to buy us drinks --- I decline nicely because (1) I'm driving (2) I don't like to accept drinks from strangers (3) I'm feeling incredibly sick.

But somehow a drink still ended up in front of me. And a big pile of guilt to go with it. Yeah, that's right. There are no FREE drinks. With each drink goes part of your soul. I dont care what people say, by 10 free drinks the guy is expecting you to go home with him --- standing or otherwise.

So this guy buys me a drink and we start up a conversation. Now I know in my mind I'm not interested because I want to give me and Mr. Nice Guy a chance before I start picking up random guys in a bar and (2) because he's only in town for a week. DUH. What is he looking for?

So now this guy starts pawing on me, subtly, but enough to get me slightly annoyed. It also doesnt help that at this time one of my friends is making out with his friend. So now he looks at me like...What's wrong with this one?

Sensing his annoyance I do the only thing I know to do...I told him about the movie, hoping this would do the trick.

And it backfired. Like it normally does. Now he says I'm a "Challenge" and wants me more.

Great, another man that "wants" me.

I should start collecting empty promises. Maybe they'll be worth something one day.

So now he turns to me and gives me a series of classic lines, in no particular order --- and I swear to god, if one more guy says one of these to me --- they're gonna be wearing that drink they bought me.

"You need to loosen up" (Said while alternating his gaze at my cleavage and my friend who's making out)

"Have Another Drink" (Yeah, would this one be with or without the roofie tonight?)


"What Are You Thinking Right Now?" (Dude, the question is what are YOU thinking? You sound like a woman after sex ------ drop the line!)

"What Would You Do If I Kissed You Right Now?" (My Response was, and I'm not kidding, 'Leave')

I don't know what's more insulting really, that he used this barrage of lines on me --- or that he honestly thought they would work.

Really, I'm insulted that he didn't have more respect for me as a woman and a person to not try to PROPOSITION me to just makeout with him in the corner for fun.

And this is what the world has become. A barter over feelings and physical gratification. You buy me this drink, I makeout with you for this long.

Well I refuse to do it. And what upsets me the most is that I'm not judged for demonstrating this behavior but for my LACK OF demonstrating this behavior.

Like my celibacy, kissing to me is a form of affection --- something I save for someone I care about. Not as a way of paying off a bar tab that I never even asked for.

I think the saddest thing about this story is that the guy who propositioned me actually seemed like a nice guy. He just did everything completely wrong.

Had I not had some feelings for someone else and he not be going back North in a week maybe things would have been different --- but only if he had been himself.

A 'hello' and a good conversation goes a lot further then a drunken line and a round of drinks.

But that's just for me anyway.

So now here I am, it's now 2:52 am.

I'm tired and lonely. But not tired enough to give up this terrible dating game. And not lonely enough to give in to every random guy who wants to buy me a drink in hopes of getting a couple fleeting moments of pleasure.

I guess, despite the gift that was given to me yesterday (a great date with Mr. Nice Guy) I still can't help but fight this inner struggle inside me. I'm just starting to believe that this is a cynical world and that my quest is not only useless, but self-destructive and impossible to achieve.

Is there love out there?

Or is it only measured by the number of drinks bought?

I'll guess I'll never know.

Cheers to 1449 days.

Will this madness ever end?

- 1449 Days

One Flew Over the Cockatoo's Nest

One Flew Over the Cockatoo's Nest


cock·a·too [kok-uh-too, kok-uh-too] Pronunciation Key –noun, plural -toos.
1.any of numerous large, noisy, crested parrots of the genera Cacatua, Callocephalon, Calyptorhynchus, etc., of the Australasian region, having chiefly white plumage tinged with yellow, pink, or red: popular as a pet.


2. A nickname for any man who has ever lied, cheated, used or played a woman while friends, dating or in a relationship. IE: Screw You, Cockatoo.

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It's 10:03 PM. Do you know where your Cockatoo is?

The story of how Mr. Cockatoo cam to be is a long and complicated one, but in a nutshell I learned two valuable lessons (1) Don't mix business and pleasure (2) Trust No One. Especially snot nosed, saggy boobed, manipulative chicks.

Ah hem.

So the reason behind this random blog?

Mr. Cockatoo has flown the coop.

He's dumped Ms. Predator.

And he's migrating up north --- it is summer you know, they only go south for the winter...

It's always an interesting feeling when you find out that one of your past loves has become recently single. Even more interesting when you know 6 months ago you would have been thrilled to bits --- but as of right now I really couldn't care less.

But somehow it makes it into my blog. Go figure.

Honestly I'm just buying time because I've spent the past four hours making the finishing touches to the '1000 Days of Celibacy Documentary Site.'

That's right people --- so if MySpace decides to delete my ass AGAIN you will always be able to find me at the site (which will be revealed on April 1 -- yes, April Fools Day).

Must admit I'm pretty psyched though, getting close to actually releasing something that shows that we're actually doing this damn film.

And trust me, we are. It's just that I lost everything when the writers strike hit and forced me back into the world of 'normalcy' or what I like to call...my day job.

There's nothing like trying to balance a film, a career (kinda), a boyfriend (though I dont have to worry about that anymore) and any attempt at a social life (ditto).

So yeah, this is an interesting balance to say the least.

Whoever I date has to agree to be in the film. Let me tell you, that narrows down my options. Especially when they realize that there's a blog involved too.

(See the demise of Mr. Professor. Don't ask)

Sigh. I'd like to hope that one day I'll finish this damn film and make a billion dollars.

And on the same token I'd like to hope that one day I'll actually be able to have sex again with someone who loves me.

But the clock is tick tick ticking away. And I honestly dont know how much longer I can hold out before I go completely insane (on the way) or rape someone (Mr. Nice Guy?). Talk about being in the right place at the right time...

Sigh. I really don't know how much longer I can hold out for this stupid quest. And I say stupid because after four years of bullshit I really should have just gotten the point and either become a lesbian or a whore.

I dunno, Whore seems to work for a lot of people --- but hey what if I just become a lesbian whore?

Tangent.

Truth is I'm a concerned because I'm getting close to 1500 days.

And I DONT want to make it to 1500 Days.

I originally didnt want to make it to 1000 days.

Hell I didnt want to make it past 90 days.

But here I am.

And the hormones are sinking in.

I'm becoming a predator who silently stalks her prey.

Her eyes moving every part of the preys body.

EVERY PART.

Oh god. Mental picture.

No good will come from this.

- 1450 Days

Mar. 22nd, 2008

Houston, We Have a Second Date

Houston, We Have a Second Date



I don't know who I saved from a burning building in a past life but somebody up there in that big blue sky LOVES me...

And it's certainly not Mr. Professor.

And I can laugh about it now, because I had a FABULOUS first date with Mr. Nice Guy last night.

I have to admit, on the way to the date I went through such a wide range of emotions that ranged from pure joy (what if we really hit it off?) to pure utter terror (what if I send him running out of this place screaming?).

Then I pulled into the restaurant parking lot and there he was.

6'2, beautiful green eyes and a smile that didn't stop----which luckily got even wider when he saw me.

And that's the terrible thing about Internet dating. No matter how attractive you think a person looks from a picture --- you never are really sure until you meet them face to face.

And that's definitely the case for me since I am a Photoshop fanatic and am capable of airbrushing any picture any way I see fit. 5lbs lighter? Sure! Slimmer nose? Why not! Bigger boobs? Well, no need to add those in.

Is that unfair? Yeah, probably. But the look on the guy's face when I don't look like a model --- priceless :-)

Now back to the date...

We met and immediately hugged each other out of joy that we both had all of our toes, fingers and teeth. And that we were the heights and weights described to each other online.

Now to dinner. Well, eventually we had dinner --- after two hours of non-stop talk about dating, our lives and our goals in life.

All I can say everyone is...Why the hell couldn't I have met this guy, I dunno, a MONTH ago?

Mr. Nice Guy is a total Southern Gentleman. And not the kind that gets drunk and beats his wife with his bottle of Jack. I'm talking about the kind that opens doors, pulls out chairs and picks up the tab without any awkward moments or hesitations.

And on that note, I never expect a man to pay for a date, but an offer is definitely appreciated...Especially if you're aiming for that coveted third.

So we proceeded to talk for two hours non-stop at the restaurant --- about our lives, careers and most-importantly our failed loves.

He's fresh out of a three year relationship which was ended when his girlfriend decided to cheat on him.

I'm fresh out of a quasi-one-month relationship which ended when m boyfriend decided, well, that he didn't want to be a boyfriend anymore. I guess. Or that's the closure I've had to create for myself to end my three weeks of incessant insanity.

So anyways, we're both coming out of shitty relationship situations and are in need of some R & R. Or what I like to call fishing.

Which is exactly what we're going to be doing for our next date.

And yes, he called me twice today (CALLED ME!) to see how I was doing and suggest the second date. My god, a man who actually wants to talk to me.

I'm scared. Hold me.

But in all seriousness though, I'm taking the lesson I learned from Mr. Professor and from all of your help the past couple weeks and applying it to this new situation.

I'm letting Mr. Nice Guy call the shots. I'm giving him time and space. And I'm not going to rush into things. I want things to happen because it's natural, not because we're both desperate to be with someone.

So it's safe to say this will definitely be interesting.

-1448 Days

Mar. 21st, 2008

1000 Days Strikes Back

 

1000 Days Strikes Back


I'm three hours and forty minutes from my date with Mr. Nice Guy.


I'm tired. I've got cramps. And now my stomach is in knots because I see that Mr. Professor is currently using his Match.com account.


I guess that's my closure.


On the plus side, in a fit of post-breakup rage I decided to go get half my hair chopped off yesterday.


So $300 later (half of it in hair products alone) I've traded in my blonde strands for some kick ass red ones and chopped off four inches. Though, if only I could have chopped off someone's head instead...


There's something almost therapeutic about getting your hair done after a breakup. Whether it be because you get a really awesome shampoo job (which is as good as a blow job to a guy for us girls) or because you spend all of three hours bitching about how much you love/hate/miss him.


I tip the hairdressor for the psychoanalysis alone. That's got to be worth at LEAST a ten spot. And then if any hair dresser can listen to me talk about my celibacy without bursting into laughter, I make sure I don't leave without giving her AT LEAST a twenty.


You can't buy that kind of loyalty. I've tried and it gets me about a week and a half of happiness followed by three weeks of total and utter turmoil.


But I'm not bitter.


Oh great, listen to me, I'm about to go on a date in...Three and a half hours...and I sound like I'm about to punch the next guy I meet in the balls.


Wait. Where's the printer guy. I might be able to punch him in the balls. He keeps bringing me all these damn files.


If nothing else, and this is going to sound completely fucked up, I guess I can take solace that while I'm suffering with feelings of inferiority and regret, I'm taking away peoples homes and thusly making them feel as bad, if not worse, than how I'm feeling right now.


Oh wait. This asshole is giving up 10 homes. Dude, fuck you.


Now it's officially 2:30. In Three and a half hours I will be sitting at the table with a blonde haired, green-eyed, 6'2" southern gentleman.


Oh god I hope I don't spork him in the eye.


- 1447 Days

MISTAKE ALMOST ALL WOMEN MAKE WITH MEN (AND WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT)

 MISTAKE ALMOST ALL WOMEN MAKE WITH MEN (AND WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT)


The Following Excerpt Can Be Found At http://www.loveshack.org/forums/t72109/

There's one mistake that almost all women make with men they're interested in.

This particular mistake is the source of so many different problems women have in their lives and relationships, that dealing with it should be a healthcare benefit or something.

Ok, maybe that's a little extreme, but you get the point.

And by the way, men make a similar mistake, but it shows up in different ways.

The mistake is allowing yourself to become OVERLY EMOTIONAL around the person you're dating in a negative and self-destructive way.

So then what happens?

The short-lived emotional outbreak that was only a big deal to you at the time, finds a way to screw up the great situation that you have going.

What's going on here with how men react?

Why do some men make such a big deal out of having strong feelings, caring so much and wanting to talk and share?

The truth is, doing these things is showing the man that you're EMOTIONALLY OUT OF CONTROL.

And nothing says "RUN" to a guy more clearly early on than these intense negative emotional
"episodes" and an out of control partner.

Let me remind you of something important...

When most women start dating a great guy, they have a whole slew of POSITIVE FEELINGS, IDEAS and BELIEFS about where things are going and how they
might work out.

These are common, satisfying and exciting thoughts.

And often times, it's the power of these positive feelings that are the catalyst in helping women
look past the FEARS and NEGATIVE FEELINGS from past situations and move into something new.

In other words, these POSITIVE FEELINGS and BELIEFS become the driving forces to "try it again".

In this situation, lots of women tell themselves in the back of their minds:

"I'm smarter now."

"This time it's different."

"I'm over that bad period of my life where I let jerks and immature 'boys' mess up my life."

"This guy wouldn't hurt me the way that other jerk did."

But the reality is that lots of women who tell themselves this aren't actually "different" or "smarter" at all.

The only thing that's changed is the scenery.

Instead, they still carry the FEARS and NEGATIVE BELIEFS that hold them back from creating new situations and experiences in their lives.

But then it happens...

In the new situation, with the new guy, things suddenly stop being so easy, so new and so "perfect".

And eventually something seems "off" or goes wrong here too with the new guy, even if it's
something small.

And "WHAM!"

All the old fears and negative beliefs come rushing back out of nowhere.

That familiar sick feeling in the stomach is back.

The guy problems they thought they had left behind followed them here too.

So they FREAK OUT.

They become anxious and those voices start playing in their head again.

"There must be something wrong with me."

"There are no good men... they're all selfish jerks and I'll never find one who gets me and can
really love me for who I am."

"I'll never find true love, so I should just give up and stop putting myself through so much pain."

I bet you've got a few of your own here to add to the list from that negative voice in your head.

We all do.

And you know what?

All of these are utter and total CRAP.

Here's what I've learned about these voices...

When these negative voices start getting louder, most women leave behind the confidence, "positivity" and optimism they had with a man that helped create the great situation in the first place.

And they literally become DRIVEN by fear.

All the goodwill disappears and is replaced by defensiveness and negative sensitivity.

This is what it's like having ZERO control of your emotions.

And guess what?

This is 100% "GRADE A" MAN REPELLENT.

Men do not want to get involved or committed to women who act emotionally dependent from the start and "lose it" at the first sign of difficulty.

When most women see the first signs of trouble or that a man is acting "non-committal" after
becoming close and "invested" in the situation, they FREAK OUT inside.

When a man doesn't call back or starts to withdraw, they get upset and afraid and act in fear.

When a man doesn't share the same feelings at the same time in the same way, they become nervous and unsure in everything they do with a man.

The point I'm making here is that if you allow yourself to become TOO emotional and fearful in
situations with men, and dependent on their behavior for your emotional state, it will screw you up.

Guaranteed.

And even worse than letting your emotions control you and your behavior is trying to TALK men through all of the emotions and fears.

This is a nail in the coffin.

Think about it for a second...

Most men don't even talk through their feelings or fears with their BEST FRIENDS.

Men prefer to confront, challenge, ignore or break through fear in some kind of masculine way.

Anything but observe or share fear. It's not part of their make-up.

I know it doesn't make sense, but it's the truth.

Get where I'm going with this?

But hold on a second...

Emotions are GOOD, right?

Shouldn't we listen to them and respect what they're telling us?

Doesn't a man need to be there for his woman if she's going through something?

Aren't emotions the thing that allow us to really EXPERIENCE life in a deep, rich and meaningful way?

And isn't it wrong and harmful to try and "control how you feel?"

Isn't it better to just "be who you are" and not beat yourself up because you feel or think about things in a certain way?

And wouldn't ignoring or avoiding your feelings turn you into someone you're not?

Have you ever heard a woman (or a man) say "I can't help the way I feel"...?

We all have.

We even have TERMS that we use to describe when we're overly upset and just need to "get it out".

We call it "venting" or "dumping".

I call it the "drama vomit". lol

So here's the question I'm getting at...

Is it "OK" it to be upset, to get emotional, and to show EXACTLY how you feel inside with men?


YOU CREATE WHAT YOU SHARE

To make things simple, let's put emotions into two categories...

There are those that you could consider "positive" emotions or those based in "joy".

And then there are "negative" emotions. or those based in "fear".

In other words, there are the emotions that make you "feel good" and emotions that make you
"feel bad".

We all know that emotions aren't "self-contained".

Isn't it frustrating when you feel angry or down and you just want a man to hear you and listen to you - but then they get all wrapped up and intense just because you wanted to share?

Well, if you've ever had this happen to you and you got frustrated or angry about it, then you've
got something important to learn.

Emotions are CONTAGIOUS.

In other words, when you feel an emotion, you can very easily pass what you're feeling on to the
person you're sharing it with.

And the stronger you feel the emotion, the more it will "over-ride" the other person and get them on your emotional level.

Even if their level is CONSTRUCTIVE and POSITIVE and yours is DESTRUCTIVE and NEGATIVE.

And when an emotion starts to become too strong, it literally TAKES OVER your mind and body.

Then you're driven with your body language and your words to share that feeling.

In some situations, this can be a very powerful POSITIVE thing for a person.

Imagine your favorite actor or singer giving a world-class performance... you can literally FEEL the emotions they're feeling.

Or how about when a man surprises you with a romantic night with candle-light and he's open,
connected and sharing himself with you.

It can be an amazing experience when they allow their emotions to take over. And you get to go
there with them.

But it can also be a very powerful NEGATIVE thing as well.

Have you ever been spending time with a guy and he became LESS CONNECTED to you as you were becoming MORE CONNECTED to him.

It probably made you so nervous, anxious and out of control that you made yourself sick.

When an emotion becomes so strong that it actually "becomes you", your behavior and your
sole motivation... then you're out of control.

Emotions can actually trick you into trying to CONTROL others, just to get back to where you feel comfortable.

And instead of simply communicating what it is that you're going through and what you want, you actually try and make the other person FEEL the bad things that YOU FEEL.

Ouch.

And sure, the short-term payoff for this is usually some sense of immediate relief or resolution.

You get your feelings off your chest and get to release them, which can feel great at the time.

But the long-term effects aren't so sunny.

So let me ask you...

What if your quality of life and your relationships could be BETTER than the negative emotions and fears that hi-jack your mind?

What if you made a man feel a deep sense of LOVE instead of sharing the contagious NEGATIVE EMOTIONS that come from your fears?

And what if you broke out of those same old patterns that keep happening again and again?

FEAR AND THE UNCONSCIOUS POWER OF EMOTIONS

Strong emotions create strong MEMORIES.

We tend to remember things better if we were feeling a strong emotion at the time.

Especially if the memory came during or after an intense emotion.

I can remember so many situations in my life where I was too nervous and afraid to share myself completely with a woman or to "be myself".

So I kept one foot out the door and I'd never say much about what I really wanted and needed in a relationship.

It was my secret excuse and my way of staying unhappy so that I didn't have to fully commit to
creating a great life with the woman and take any responsibility for my own experience or the woman's.

I can remember situations TEN YEARS AGO vividly where I was so nervous and uncomfortable when relationships became serious that the emotion burned the image into my mind.

When this kind of thing happens a lot (like it has with me), it starts to make a "feedback loop".

In other words, most of the strong memories I had about relationships with women were situations where I SCREWED UP and made myself feel unhappy, unheard and uncomfortable... so I had less and less comfort and confidence as the years went by that I could never feel happy in a long-term relationship.

Give me a nod here if you know what I'm talking about.

THE "EMOTIONAL ATTRACTION" THAT WILL MAKE A MAN
ADDICTED TO BEING CLOSE TO YOU

I'm sure you've already figured out that I'm going to suggest that you learn how to "own"
your emotions in situations with men.

Let me talk for a moment about the reasons WHY it's important to do this.

Remember, when it comes to ATTRACTION, all of the "logic" changes.

You have to stop thinking about what you've learned about being "in touch" with ALL of your
emotions and realize that a man's ATTRACTION isn't triggered by you being EVERYTHING that you feel.

That's a nice fairy tale, but it's a lie.

Your friends, your parents and your girlfriends might give you "unconditional love" and understanding in this way, but men won't start to feel love, passion and connection with you if you're playing out ALL the things you feel with him.

So I have TWO good reasons why you need to learn how to own your emotions around men:

1) If your emotions "own you" early on, you probably won't even be able to talk to him or date in a fun and spontaneous way that men crave. You'll just be too FREAKED OUT to even get to the good stuff with him - and God forbid, help him see his way through all his potential hang-ups.

(Not that you want to...lol)

2) Men aren't ATTRACTED to women who let their emotions control them all the time and drive their interactions. This is ESPECIALLY true when women act needy or overly-sensitive to anything the guy does or says. Overly needy women will never figure out how to get to that fun, playful, risky, passionate state with a man that brings him close and spells "long-term girlfriend material" in his mind.

We talked about the first reason already.

Let's talk about the second one.

Why don't men like women who are overly-emotional?

Because men NEVER feel ATTRACTION for women that they can CONTROL.

The more control a man has over you, the less ATTRACTION he feels for you.

The less of a CHALLENGE you are, and the more PREDICTABLE you become, the less ATTRACTION he feels. It's very simple.

To put it another way; if you're the type of woman who lets her emotions TAKE OVER, then you need to learn how to "own" them.

If you don't, you're going to have a VERY hard time succeeding with men after a date or two.

THE FIRST STEP...

I think that the first step in learning how to own your STRONG emotions is to realize how they're created or "triggered".

Most strong emotions are TRIGGERED.

Something happens that "pushes a button" inside of you and BAM!... the emotion happens before you even have a chance to think about it.

But the fact is that these "triggers" have a structure to them.

There are all kinds of little things that happen during that "trigger".

One of the biggest insights that I've had about these "triggers" is that they're usually caused by
making something that happens MEAN something negative.

In other words, it's not the actual situation itself that "pulls the trigger" or "pushes the button"... it's what you think it MEANS.

For instance, let's say that you've met a great guy, went on a few amazing dates, and then he wasn't as quick to call you and make plans as he was at the very start.

You wait a day or two, and he doesn't even call.

What do you usually think?

"Maybe he doesn't like me. Maybe he has a another woman. Maybe he's trying to avoid me.
Maybe he's withdrawing like those other guys did in the past."

In other words, we make the fact that he didn't call back MEAN all these different things.

Another HUGE insight I've had in this area is that women allow their imaginations to take over
and imagine the WORST possible outcomes.

Then they get nervous about that outcome happening and FREAK OUT.

The point is that most of us (men and women) use our minds to imagine the WORST possible
outcomes for dating and relationship situations... and it pushes all the wrong buttons, and gets us all nervous and upset... which, of course, makes us screw everything up.

When it comes to men, it's important that you lose the need to make everything MEAN something... and STOP imagining the worst.

Think about those situations when a man doesn't call you back... or plays hard to get.

Yeah, thinking that someone is playing games sucks, but the belief that there's a "game" going
on is exactly the kind of negative meaning I'm talking about.

If you immediately start to wonder where he is... what he's doing... and who he's with, you
create the game in your mind.

Then you make up pictures in your mind of him out with other women, doing fun things without
you, etc. and it's really upsetting.

Bad idea.

This is the kind of thing that makes us do all KINDS of stupid things that scare the other
person away... like calling 100 times a day, asking where he was and what he was doing, etc.

Instead, start doing yourself a favor and:

1) Visualize your ideal outcome.

2) Make POSITIVE meaning out of the experience for yourself.

If he doesn't call you back right away, imagine that he is freaked out with his own life and
schedule (maybe his boss just threatened to let him go), and make it mean that when he finally
DOES talk to you, he's going to be even MORE interested because it took you so long to catch
up with each other.

If he tells you he's not ready for a relationship right now because of his past,
realize that he's first of all feeling that way because he REALLY likes you and has had to think
about being in a relationship because his feelings are so strong.

He's scared of his deep feelings for you and doesn't know how to deal with that yet.

And that once he figures it out for himself, he'll miss you and want you... and you don't have
to be there waiting around for him to grow up.

There's nothing wrong with you or how you are.

And it's great that you got to see this problem of his early on, and that it's his to deal with.

Does this stuff sound strange?

Well, I'll tell you something...

All of the women I know who end up in great long-term relationships, with great attractive men
think this way.

This is their mindset.

Have you ever noticed that confident people seem to get more confident.

That optimistic people tend to get more optimistic.

That people who believe in luck seem to get more and more lucky.

And that people who are negative seem to become more and more negative.

It's almost like a universal magic. The more we expect things to go well, the better they go. Try
it, it works.

Also, start noticing those particular things and situations that trigger your strong "negative"
emotions.

Learn to spot the signs that it's about to happen, and then learn how to keep yourself centered.

If you can learn how to do this, the quality of ALL your relationships in your life will improve DRAMATICALLY.

Especially with men.

Now, this is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.

It's also important to learn how to improve your self-image, overcome FEAR, maintain your
emotional and physical attractiveness, and communicate using your "truest" indicator of
desirability to a man - your body language...

Then you can learn how to learn, grow and stay connected with a man in each and every
situation that comes up.

-1447 Days

Displacement

 

Displacement

 

dis·place·ment
1. The transfer of an emotion from its original focus to another object, person, or situation.


I've Got a Date Tomorrow.


And I'm Scared Shitless.


Let Me Explain...


So I sat at work for the better part of my lunch break today trying to figure out how to put how I'm feeling into words.

If I'm completely honest people might find me pathetic.

Or even worse Mr. Professor might get a false sense of security.

So I guess since I've already wasted a day and a half from my inability to write, I'll just go ahead and say it.

I'm going on a date tomorrow.

And I really don't know how to feel about it.

I'd like to think of it as getting on with my life, but deep down I know its just a bandage to cover the gaping hole in my heart.

Whatever the case may be, I'm afraid I need the bandage right now.

But the danger of bandages though, is that eventually, you have to take them off.

And that's the scary part.

Part of me wishes I had never met Mr. Professor that way I would have never experienced the pain that I've felt for the past two weeks. And what was it for? To feel happy for a whole week? To renew my faith in love only to have it taken away from me YET AGAIN?

I like to think that everything happens for a reason, and despite my lesson learned about not pushing a man too soon, there's little other reason I see for all this bullshit to happen.

And I guess that's exactly why I'm giving Mr. Nice Guy a chance.

I figure anything's better than the shit I just went through for the past two weeks.

He and I started talking roughly around the time that Mr. Professor decided to take his "time and space" --- hesitantly, and by hesitantly I mean I completely blew him off for the first week, we started talking and starting finding some things in common.

Below (since I have not many other things to do tonight) is a list of the pros and cons I find Mr. Nice Guy.

Pros:
1. He has a great job that he actually enjoys!
2. He loves to go fishing and goes every weekend!
3. His best friends run a fishing charter!
4. He seems very attentive and has yet to play games. (YET being the key word)
5. Has beautiful green eyes.
6. Is ambitious and has goals in his life.
7. Has a boat...for fishing!!!
8. Is very intelligent and graduated college at a young age.
9. Just got out of a three year relationship (so no problems with commitment!)
10. Lives Alone.
11. Owns a dog.
12. Loves to travel (and does so often).

Cons
1. Kinda boring at times, though his sense of humor is slowly creeping out...
2. Can probably be intense. He's German...
3. Could POSSIBLY be controlling. Only time will tell.
4. Though he says he just wants to date, me thinks he's looking for a new girlfriend. Eek!
5. Haven't met him in person --- what about Chemistry???
6. Don't know much else about him...too afraid to commit and find out much more.

So that's what I'm doing to tomorrow. Oh wait. That sounds wrong.

So I'm meeting Mr. Nice Guy tomorrow after work. This makes the third time I was supposed to meet him --- the first was a Toga party which I decided at the last minute to bail on and the second was St. Patty's Day --- which I secretly held out hoping Mr. Professor would call.

And he didn't. So here I am. Rebounding.

Oh, that's right. I know I'm totally rebounding. But instead of the word rebound that has a sexual connotation --- I prefer to use the word "displacement."

dis·place·ment

the transfer of an emotion from its original focus to another object, person, or situation.


Secretly (or not so secretly) I am displacing my feelings for Mr. Professor and projecting them onto Mr. Nice Guy.

Which means I'm setting myself up for disaster.

And in that case, that's something I'm all too familiar with...it's that love shit that messes me up...

So I guess in the end all I can say is...

Game on.

- 1445 Days

Mar. 18th, 2008

There's Always Something There to Remind Me...

There's Always Something There to Remind Me...


I don't think there are many times worse than that terrible time immediately after a breakup. You're trying to heal, trying to forget about them --- their smile, their laugh, their ability to kiss you and make your legs fall out from under you.

Oh wait, that just happened when I fell down the stairs...

Anyways, all these cute, lovable things you are constantly trying to forget and replace them with the things you hated --- like their ability to rip out your heart and toss it into a burning pile of dog shit.

But no matter how hard you try, everywhere you look, it's like the song --- there's always something there to remind me.

I'm only writing this because for the last hour I've endured pure mental hell.

Mr. Professor was Irish. Very Irish. And we shared a love for all things Irish. So as some cruel mental torture my parents decided to take me out for a celebration dinner (Because I may have gotten a promotion).

So they took me out for dinner.

At an Irish Pub.

Everyone one there looked like him. Talked like him. Maybe smelled like him but only because everyone there was drinking Guinness.


I sat at the table, feeling like my toenails were being ripped from my body. But oh wait, that was just my heart.

Usually I would LOVE this atmosphere, but my twisted little mind kept thinking 'God, if only I had a chance to take him here, he would have loved it..."

Then I slap myself and remind myself of the list of reasons I should be getting over him. The main point being HE DUMPED ME.

Regardless, I sat at the table arms crossed and stomach churning just waiting for the dinner to end.

Honestly, its been so long since I've had a relationship to even remember what it was like when one ended.

My last relationship was a mutual breakup --- both of us pretty much deciding it's not going to work and going our separate ways. Very docile. Mostly because I think in our minds we were both running for the door.

But this breakup of a quasi-relationship? What the fuck do I do now?

What are the rules? Are there rules? Or is it every man, woman and fucked up individual for themselves?

I'm pushing myself to date --- not because I particularly want to --- but because I have a movie to make and quite frankly I need the distraction.

And let me tell you, since I was on national radio yesterday I can't even begin to list the number of old flames who've decided to just call and 'see what's up.'

Or curse me out. I'd say it's about 50/50.

So in the end it's safe to say that I don't know what lies ahead in my future.

I don't know if hell will freeze over and bring Mr. Professor back in my life. Or if I'll meet someone new---and hopefully ambitious, attentive, loving and financially supportive.

One can only hope.


Until then, there's lots of blogging to be done. And I'm just the bitter, irrational chick to do it.

But really, where's my bat?

- 1444 Days

Transition

Transition


I think today's going to be one of those days where I look back on my life and just think 'What the fuck just happened?'

Roughly ten hours ago I received a phone call that could have very well changed my life.

And no, it wasn't from the man that I was starting to fall in love with. I mean come on, this is reality, not a fairy tale.

I received a call from Elvis Duran and the Morning Zoo asking me if I would like to talk about my celibacy story. Well, asking me if I would like to ELABORATE on an email I had sent them earlier that week.

But let's back things up a bit.

Last week I was driving to work mid-tears when I hear Elvis and the Zoo talking about the recent trend of young men being unable to commit. This made me fall further into tears. I heard story after story about girls getting their hearts broken by men who wanted to 'have their cake and eat it too.'

This made me call in.

I got an intern on the line and told her my story. Interested, she told me to send Elvis and his crew the email. So I did, mid-tears I told them about my celibacy, my quest for Mr. Possibility and thusly how I lost him.

Now fast forward to five days later.


At first when I saw "private number" on my phone I froze. Was this Mr. Professor? Was it a friend of Mr. Professor? Was this ANYTHING to do with Mr. Professor? Or is it just a damn salesman.

I hesitantly pick it up and that's when I REALLY froze.

Elvis Duran was on the line asking me if I was ready to go live on the air. Now I've never been on the radio but I've worked on plenty of live shows --- but when you hear those words, I don't care how experienced you are --- you're a little nervous.

So I took a breath and bolted out the door of my office.

That's when the interview and my pacing began.

They started off by reading the email that I had wrote them titled 'Help Me! I've been celibate for 1000 days and I'm losing my damn mind!'

Pretty accurate I think.

Then they moved into questions about the reasons behind my celibacy and if I ever think it will end.

God I hope so.

I cant help but remember that during the whole interview I couldn't stop thinking...20 million people out there are listening to my conversation about my recent heartbreak.

I could only hope that a certain ONE was listening too.

Figures, I'm engaged in an interview that can change my professional life forever and I cant stop thinking about whether Mr. Professor or his friends were listening or not.

Considering I never got a call, I figured it was a no.

Regardless though, the experience was amazing. Overall I think I spent ten minutes on the line with Elvis and the Morning Zoo --- and they were AWESOME. Such nice and funny people. Even when they called me a freak for keeping count, hey, I wont disagree with them there.

The best part is, within minutes, my blog numbers sky rocketed. As of tonight I'm ranked #59 in overall humor blogs, #1 in love, #1 in sex...and in a matter of an hour I had already had 800 hits.

Is that not freakin awesome????

Now comes the UN-awesome part.

I say my goodbyes and hang up the phone, returning to my life of 9-5 normalcy.

Then I get the voicemail.

It's angry. It's vicious. It's a little scary.

It's someone who has dated me. But the question was...who was it?

I strained for hours trying to make out the voice. And what I feared the most was that it was Mr. Professor and a side of him I had never seen.

Luckily, I don't think it was. But I'd never know since he never returned my frantic text message asking is he had called me.

Go figure.

Anyways, the voicemail accused me of being a liar and a cheat. The angry ex also makes sure to drop in that I'm a 'media whore' and a moron.

Well hey, I might not be a REAL whore but I'll be a media one any day.

Remember I did go to school to be a filmmaker...

So yeah, ten playbacks, two frantic text messages and three calls later I think I pinpointed the angry culprit.

And his identity will remain unnamed. Not because I want to spare his feelings, but because us media whores want to spare our pocket books from when we get sued.

You know how it is.

So before I end this surprisingly positive rant, I'd like to just take a moment to say one thing to all the readers, no, to all my friends, reader is informal --- I consider all of you who make the effort to come and read my daily bitching rant --- friends.

Thank You.

Thank you for helping me through this painful and difficult time. Some of your comments have seriously brought tears to my eyes. And I'm sorry I didn't reply more, honestly sometimes I just didn't know what to say.

But thank you. Thank you for being stronger than me. Thank you for being examples for me. And thank you for helping me. By being there. By reading. And for validating my work every time you send me a comment or give me a kudo.

I'm going to make it through this and by damned I'm going to find Mr. Possibillity.


Even if I have to beat him with a blunt object and drag his helpless body to my car.


It will happen. And I will end my celibacy --- with someone I love --- who loves me in return.


Now where's my bat?

- 1443 Days

I Did My Best

Saturday, March 15, 2008

I Did My Best



Accidental Detonation



Two Words. Accidental Detonation.

And I know it's a repeat but comeon, it's so fucking true!

- 1441 Days

Hi I'm 1000 Days. And I'm a Flipping Idiot.

Hi I'm 1000 Days. And I'm a Flipping Idiot.


Have you ever had one of those moments where you realize how much of an idiot you are?


Well, yeah, look up 'emotional idiot' in the dictionary and you'll find a picture of me and my crooked, celibate smile.


Though I am a blonde, I don't blame my idiocy on the color of my hair (or the strength of the dye) --- instead I blame it on what everyone else does --- society.


Let me explain...


Every year THOUSANDS of books are published about dating. How to find a man, how to keep a man, how to trick a man, beat a man, treat a man... You get the idea.


However, they don't release a book called 'How to not be a Neurotic Bitch and not Drive Your Man Insane." Needless to say if they did make a book like that I would have bought half a dozen copies about a week ago.

The fact of the matter is, as much as I regret saying it because it makes us look like the dumber sex, women don't really know shit about the way men work.

Which again makes me wish I was just born with a penis. Well, as a man with a penis.

Anyways.

I'm writing this because today at work I had an Epiphany.

While taking away someones home, I love it.

I realized that I am a idiot when it comes to relationships and that I just fucked up a relationship with someone I cared about because I was being too clingy/irrational/analytical/annoying. You get the idea.

And you know why I was doing all these things, besides the fact that some are just native to being a women --- I thought I HAD to.

You see, from the beginning of time women I think are raised to have certain expectations from men.

And this is where my anger at various dating books comes in.

In a nutshell I've heard many times the following phrase:

If he loves you he'll:

(a) Want to Change for You
(b) Want to be with you every waking minute and every waking hour
(c) Want to Shower You With Attention
(d) Want to Shower You with Praise
(e) Return Your Calls. Well. That one's a given, I'll give us that.

But hence the Epiphany I had today.

Men actually NEED time and space.

It's a novel idea. I know. But this was something that I never learned through my adolescent years of dating brainwashing.

And that's how I cam to ruin the budding relationship that I had.

I failed to see Mr. Professor's need for independence and instead took it as a sign of disinterest --- since it's something I had experienced so often in the past. Of course, being the "learned" and "expert" woman that I am at dating (Ha!) I decided I could remedy this situation the best way I knew how.

That's right. The thing that all men hate.

The Ultimatum.

And as I write out that word the tinge of regret still hits me in the stomach.

How could I have been so stupid.

No, how could I have been so MIS-INFORMED.

Book upon book would say 'If you doesn't want to spend time with you then he's just not that into you' --- so it's safe to say that I thought he was slowly cutting me loose.

Heaven forbid I have listened to him and been patient and I might have been able to prevent the fight that followed --- that ended in him deeply hurt, me sobbing for three days and a complete cut in communication between the two of us.

The only thing that echoes in my mind were his last sad words he said to me,

"I Just Need Time and Space."

Time and Space.

I analyzed those words for the past five days. Hell, I googled it today.

What does it mean?

Does it mean a break up?

Does it mean he wants to date other people?

Does it mean he's not ready for a commitment?

Does it mean he's mad and he needs to cool down?

Or does it really mean he just needs TIME AND SPACE?


Honestly, I've done enough damage by making assumptions. All I know is that the only thing I can do to still show that I care is to give him the time and space he needs.

And I won't lie. I'm scared. I'm scared that I've pushed him too far and that the time and space will only push him into the arms of another girl.

But I understand now that that's just life. And had I known that my expectations been unfair, maybe I could have prevented it.

Or maybe not.

All I can do is give Mr. Professor his time and space and promise him that no matter what happens, he will always be Mr. Possibility to me. And no, there wont be any bashing of Mr. Professor coming from me --- unless of course he starts dating Mrs. Predator, in which case that would really blow.

But yeah, I hate how I can piece together my mistakes AFTER I lost the man I was falling for.

But thus is life.

So in closing, After this blog I'm going to post a series of really fascinating articles I found online about the needs and expectations of men --- this helped me come to my epiphany at work.

Ladies and Gentlemen PLEASE let me know what you think.

And if you're a gent out there with some free time...What does wanting Space and Time really mean? Just curious....Ha!

The Following Article is From:

http://www.mrgoodman.com/understandingmen/whatmenneed1.html

- 1440 Days

Mortal Combat!

Mortal Combat!

1000 Days will continue her regularly scheduled blogging tirades tomorrow.
Be Forewarned.
I'm Back. And With a Vengeance.
- 1439 Days

Time and Space

Time and Space

“If you love something set it free; if it returns it's yours forever, if not it was never meant to be.”
- 1439 Days

Mar. 12th, 2008

If You Don't Love Me Let Me Go

If You Don't Love Me Let Me Go



I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

I'm a country lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
Home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go

I love you. I'm sorry.

And if you don't love me please let me go.

- 1438 Days

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