Monthly Archives: October 2012

Well… Internet Dating Is Not The Life For Me

Remember a few days ago (maybe a week or so…) I mentioned online dating? Remember when I said I would go undercover? Remember when I said that I don’t always have the best ideas? (Oh, I didn’t say that? Darn.)

I posted my profile on Plentyoffish.com the day I came up with the idea, and it didn’t take long to hook a few guys (or more than a few, but I don’t want to brag). Some of these guys were the stories you hear about – older than me, old enough to be my father, and older than my father. Then there were people my age, not too much younger than me, cute but I don’t date younger, and barely legal. THEN came the weirdos, the “no-wonder-why-you’re-single-even-though-I-shouldn’t-judge”. Luckily, there were a few cute guys! Yay!

Or not. After a few messages back and forth between one rather good looking guy, I gave him my number. (Please don’t roll your eyes and say that was a stupid idea. I know it was.) However, I kept forgetting to check my profile while being busy with my school life and working. I actually was interested in him; he was tall, funny, Hispanic, and I started to think maybe this internet dating thing isn’t such a terrible thing after all. I guess by my past tense, you can tell I changed my mind?

 

Within a day, I was receiving over 30 text messages from him. Given my texting record, that is about average from any of my friends – but these messages began ranging from “What’s up?” to (and it pains me to type this way) “Where r u” and “Y dont u reply” (no question marks!). I responded, reminding him that I was working, and went on with my day. The next day, we spoke on the phone and even though I was feeling weird, we had a lot in common so I brushed it off. I know, that was my worst mistake with this guy.

This long story is really hard to summarize, now that I think about it. I ended up telling him to delete my number and not contact me again MULTIPLE TIMESHe responded:

I’m not going to give up on You so yeah.. You’re going to have to delete your # if You want to get rid of me. I hate to be like this, but thats how it gonna be.

 

Did you just get chills down your back? I got them again just rereading that message. 

The next day, I received a bipolar mix of messages. He wanted to know who I thought I was by being mean to him, telling me he hated me and wished I would die, saying he was sorry and that he’d forgive me for being mean, and that we were meant to be together. On the 24th of October, I called the police to figure out my options. I had given him some information about me (never disclosing where I lived, but I did say what school I went to and that I worked at the Mall – which I won’t disclose here since I’ve officially learned my lesson). They said that I had all the information I needed to arrest this guy, but that would lead to trial and I don’t think I want that. 

I sent him one final text – to leave me alone, delete my number, and never contact me again or else I’d have him arrested. I also blocked his number on my phone with an app. He agreed, and after calling me ugly, asking me to leave him alone as well, he went silent.

Until the 27th at 8:44 and 9:56 pm. Should I go through with my threat? I just realized he had texted because the app did its job – and I was just looking for that one super creepy quote text to put in this blog. 

I’m not sure how I feel. I have the chills again, want to cry, and then think that it’s been a few days since the last, last text… so maybe he’ll stop? Or maybe he’ll see that there are no police around and continue. I don’t know anymore. What do you think?

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Single In An Online World

Recently, I was having a fun discussion with a friend about this guy she was talking to. When I questioned how they met, she was a bit reserved in giving details, and when she finally said it she was almost embarrassed. They met online. She is not the first of my friends to meet some guy this way, not even the first in my family. Two aunts of mine met someone in an online chatroom and have established relationships with these men. One of my aunts, I’ll call her Nina for the purpose of this blog, had joined Match.com, Eharmony.com, pof.com, and a few other dating sites, before meeting her (now fiance) date, who happened to live in TEXAS, while she lives in Florida. My other aunt actually uprooted her life in New York to marry her (now)husband, oddly enough, in Texas as well. What happened to regular dating, like we used to see on in movies? You've Got Mail PosterAfter You’ve Got Mail came out, I feel like online dating has become this craze – even though we have to be wary of whom we met. We wanted to meet a total stranger and fall in love. Can this happen?

 

I’m going undercover to find out!

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Etiquette

When you finish reading the following, close your eyes and imagine: Children screaming and laughing, the pitter of small feet running around, a crash of toys – where are you?

If you imagined a serene park, a toy store, a children’s shoe store… you are way off. More often than not, that is the sound of a restaurant. While I do not want to go this far, there are certain points that I feel are correct.

If you cannot keep your child under control, maybe they are not ready for a restaurant? I agree with this North Carolina restaurant sign,

Unruly kids

I think I’d misbehave for that though…

although a free puppy and an espresso sound pretty tempting to me.

There also needs to be a focus on what type of restaurant you are dining at and what time of day. Lunch tends to be fairly busy, but dinner is even more hectic. Fast food restaurants – no one really cares; sit down areas – you better keep an eye on all children under the age of 13. It gets annoying to have children bumping into your seat, squeezing past you in a game of tag, and (almost) knocking over a waiter carrying a few meals.

What I am noticing now, however, is the complete lack of etiquette amongst adults! At a restaurant today, this man continued to extend his arm across the narrow ridge connecting our booths.  His arm kept bumping into the back of my head, and he never once apologized- even when I turned to give him the look.

Technology is also creeping into restaurants in a highly annoying manner. DO NOT PLAY HOME VIDEOS ON YOUR PHONE or tablet, at full blast, when the restaurant is still fairly quiet. Not only does the sound come with the creepy, horror movie static, but not everyone wants to hear the raucous laughter from your table when your family member does something stupid and you happened to record it.

To summarize what I would like to tell the people I experienced dining with today:

Bon Qui Qui, Rude

 

 

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The Future

When we think about our futures, we tend to imagine what we are going to be doing in them – life wise. Will I have a family? Will I have the job of my dreams? Will I be broke, hiding out in my parents’ basement as I contemplate what my major should have been?

Rarely, if ever, do I think about the technology of the future. It is absolutely insane to me to think that a few hundred years ago the light bulb was this mind-blowing invention that allowed people to have longer days. No need for the previous invention – the candle. Fast forward a few years and we can start recording sounds and images. In the last ten years, we have moved from cassette tapes to CDs (and the ever skipping Walkman) to the iPod generation. I don’t want to go into more extreme details – if you are reading this, chances are you already know the history I’m going through.

This is all an elaborate introduction to my main point: What is technology going to be like ten years from now? As far as it [technology] goes now, things are getting thinner, smaller, wider, and larger all at the same time. What brought on all these questions? My dad told me to look up this video: A Day Made of Glass.

My mind is officially blown at the things I saw and the rest of the things I began thinking about. It would be so cool, yet so creepy. Talk about walls having ears… and eyes, and sensitivity. As cool as it would be to put your glass phone down and see everything on a bigger screen, the fact that the person on the other side can see you too is slightly unnerving. I would be terrified of somebody hacking into my system and seeing me, whenever. Maybe this future will grow on me? Not like I have a choice.

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My Meme

Panicked Kid

That moment when you have 5 minutes to finish your essay

 

For Studio 3880, we were told to create a meme. Lately, life feels like it’s down to the last five minutes (especially when I think about everything I have to read and write). This, however, was a fun way to express the panic one feels when a teacher announces there are five minutes left to finish… anything really. I picked an essay because those tend to be harder to conclude in five minutes.

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Apologies

I think I have finally realized why I’m not ready to be an adult (even though it’s a little too late and I can’t stop time). In the past few weeks I have severely been slacking in school and now my grades are starting to show it. It’s hard though. To make matters a little more difficult, my dad flew to Colorado for two weeks because of work. I have to get up earlier than normal to help my mother get her day going – a task they share. It would be easier if it was just the two of us, but we have to get my little brother up and dressed, fed, and make sure he has everything he needs for school. I’ve already had to stop by to drop off something they left (an easier task since he goes to the same school my mother teaches at). I missed classes on Monday because of his early release schedule, only showing up to take a midterm… it’s hard to be a grown up. And I don’t want to share this with my mother because then she’ll feel like I’m taking a harder load than I should be. So I’ll share with everyone else 😀

As for my blog updates, I haven’t felt like I have anything worth saying. I’m just a stressed out 21 year old, and really… why I have to say about my feelings isn’t that important. But I’ll try a little harder to impress everyone. Pinky swear.

 

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