Everyone should have a secret blog like this one. Its like the modern day diary, right? You can write your most personal feelings and then leave them out there for criticism, support, comments and no one knows it's you. I love that you guys can read my diary and thanks for all the love, support and even criticism! Feel free to comment on posts or email singlegirlla@gmail.com with private messages.
Sometimes just writing what you are thinking brings so much clarity, and if you know others can read it you are the much more aware of your craziness!
Well its late....and I am rambling again and cant spell...
XO
SG
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
DTR and What it means
So two weeks in Animal asked if I wanted to DTR...What is DTR you ask? I did too. Apparently it must have been on Oprah or something but DTR means Defining the Relationship. I laughed and thought, Its only been two weeks and we havent even consummated the relationship. So I said I wasn't seeing anyone else but I didn't think we should rush to put labels on things. I learned my lesson before and rushing into things usually ends up bad.
So two months later i was wondering why he hadn't asked me again about being his girlfriend I mean we had spent almost every day/night together for two months. Finally I had to bring up the DTR and he said he felt so awkward about how I had responded the first time that he didn't want to ask. good thing I brought it up I guess. Although, I like the version in my head where he BEGS me to be his girlfriend better. lol.
So now what I officially have a BF am I still able to write a blog called Single Girl LA? uhh its only been 7 weeks...and I feel like this is all part of the process of being single and having to stress about if someones conservative Jewish parents are going to accept you etc. Anyway Ill keep writing. I mean to still share crazy dating stories as well.
Here is an assessment tool I found online...if anything its interesting and amusing
According to the test on the link above, Animal and I have more Connection than Clarity in the relationship right now. But I think that's okay for where we are at. I'm not trying to be all SJP in Sex in the City here. I'm not going to over analyze everything! Hopefully!
I did want to mention that I had written a list of what I wanted in a husband on my vision board and put the paper away in a book months ago and just found it and Animal fits everything on my list...maybe I did man-a-fest him haha now I really sound crazy but hey whatever works!
XO
SG
So Ive Met Someone Part II
...haha that was the end of Mario...fooled you guys! The next weekend I was with the same group of friends and expected Mario to come around but he never surfaced! While having a great time with my friends I wasn't even thinking about my romantic life. I was happy! That's when I met HIM!
THE MEETING:
I had gotten Strep throat early in the week from surfing without a wet suit with Mario and was on day 5 of antibiotics. I felt fine but you have to take all those pills or you die or something...Idunno but you have to finish the antibiotics. Later that evening I found my self in an intense game of A** hole, (a drinking card game for those unfamiliar). I had forgotten about the antibiotic alcohol combination and was happily doing "waterfalls" with vodka. My usual friends were there an a couple of guys I hadn't met before but didn't think much about one way or the other. We were playing and I was drunk. Now there are two version of the the story:
My Version:
We all decided to walk to our friend Derek's Boat. I am not sure why, but we did. The combination of the boat, the alcohol and the meds left me feeling less than desirable and I was puking quietly off the side of the boat. When this nice boy in a red shirt, whose name I forgot started holding my hair back and rubbing my back. He walked me back to the house we had started at and he even made out with me after the puking....he is a keeper.
His Version:
Pretty much the same except he says that we had made out before the puking, not after.
Its all a blurr so either is possible. BUT the point is I met (We will call him Animal) because I would hate for him to read this until we are married and know I'm talking about him! I have been with him almost every day since our meeting 7 weeks ago. That is why its been hard to blog. Not an excuse, I'm just saying.
So far Animal is perfect in every way. Hes tall and think with an Ashton Kutcher face and a Michael Cera body. We are the same astrological sign and he knows how to handle me! Which apparently can be hard to do. I'm crazy about him and I'm pretty sure he is about me. He brings me flowers and orchids and commutes from my place every day.
My only concern is that we are different religions and I'm not really religious at all but I am worried his parents wont accept me unless I convert to Judaism, and even still they may not. Bummer. Its too soon to really discuss this with him since I don't really want him to know I am planning our children ;)
THE MEETING:
I had gotten Strep throat early in the week from surfing without a wet suit with Mario and was on day 5 of antibiotics. I felt fine but you have to take all those pills or you die or something...Idunno but you have to finish the antibiotics. Later that evening I found my self in an intense game of A** hole, (a drinking card game for those unfamiliar). I had forgotten about the antibiotic alcohol combination and was happily doing "waterfalls" with vodka. My usual friends were there an a couple of guys I hadn't met before but didn't think much about one way or the other. We were playing and I was drunk. Now there are two version of the the story:
My Version:
We all decided to walk to our friend Derek's Boat. I am not sure why, but we did. The combination of the boat, the alcohol and the meds left me feeling less than desirable and I was puking quietly off the side of the boat. When this nice boy in a red shirt, whose name I forgot started holding my hair back and rubbing my back. He walked me back to the house we had started at and he even made out with me after the puking....he is a keeper.
His Version:
Pretty much the same except he says that we had made out before the puking, not after.
Its all a blurr so either is possible. BUT the point is I met (We will call him Animal) because I would hate for him to read this until we are married and know I'm talking about him! I have been with him almost every day since our meeting 7 weeks ago. That is why its been hard to blog. Not an excuse, I'm just saying.
So far Animal is perfect in every way. Hes tall and think with an Ashton Kutcher face and a Michael Cera body. We are the same astrological sign and he knows how to handle me! Which apparently can be hard to do. I'm crazy about him and I'm pretty sure he is about me. He brings me flowers and orchids and commutes from my place every day.
My only concern is that we are different religions and I'm not really religious at all but I am worried his parents wont accept me unless I convert to Judaism, and even still they may not. Bummer. Its too soon to really discuss this with him since I don't really want him to know I am planning our children ;)
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