Tag Archives: dating

People I Won’t Date/Consider/Bother With


1. People who wear or even own bedazzle shirts
2. People who wear socks with sandals
3. People who think that I am someone for whom to get permission from or to give permission to
4. People who smack their food
5. People who will be bothered if I choose to stay out all night with my friends
6. People who will call me incessantly for absolutely no reason
7. People who try to impress me with money
8. People who voted for George Bush
9. People who are glued to a political ideology
10. People who yell at me
11. People who expect me to cater to them
12. People who understand my poetry for fear that they will see me
13. People who smell
14. People who think northerners are part of a vast northern aggression conspiracy
15. People who say “y’all”
16. People who accept and regurgitate “information” from Fox News
17. People who regularly attend an institution of formalized dogma
18. People who want someone to hang all over them
19. People who are in any way mean to kids
20. People who are unnecessarily mean to others
21. People who attempt in any way to cage me
22. People who are Yankees fans
23. People who are older and lack the stamina needed to keep up with me
24. People who are younger and lack the ability to keep up with me intellectually
25. People who don’t annunciate properly
26. People who are afraid to step out of their comfort zone
27. People who don’t have any desire to travel
28. People who wear skinny jeans
29. People who annoy me
30. People who don’t possess an ability to cool me down when I burn too hot
31. People who will not laugh with me – crazy fall off the couch laugh – while watching episodes of The Office
32. People who don’t respect their bodies

Now that I’ve excluded most of the population – haha – do you really think you could be the one to conquer Everest? Yeah, I thought not. And for those of you dumb enough to try, this song goes out to you……………

Advertisements

On Love and Dating

On Love and Dating

There’s a cave. Rusted nails hold broken and aged 2x4s in place. Ubiquitous cobwebs string from nail to nail and cracked edge to cracked edge. Do Not Enter and Danger signs stand large, warning all to stay clear. Though I love freely and unconditionally when it comes to family, friends and students, my heart is and has been completely closed off to the concept of love for years. It’s like an ominous cave with a sleeping dragon, half wasted on shots of whiskey, living inside of it. Beyond the dragon, miles into the tightly wound and dark cave riddled with stalagmites and stalactites, there lies a glowing orchid. If anyone is brave enough to attempt to ignore the signs, take down the boards, and walk in, they will easily be killed by the dragon. It happens.

There was only one who managed to get through. He was a sneaky and stealthy warrior who got by the dragon while it was piss-cocked drunk and not paying attention. When he reached the orchid, he saw how tender, how bright and how intense it could love and he would watch it for hours, almost as if he were protecting it from the dragon. He saw that the dragon, though a protector, was stifling the orchid. When the dragon awoke from its whiskey haze, it searched endlessly to find the intruder, to spray him with fire and destroy him. Didn’t he know that the dragon had been there to protect the orchid? This warrior, not brave enough to face down the dragon, had to sneak in to see what was there. He saw it, he loved it and then he walked away. The orchid, having felt the warmth of the warrior’s heart, cried upon his departure which infuriated the dragon. Saddened and broken, the orchid crawled farther into the cave and now lies, nearly drowned in its own tears and the dragon’s whiskey. Somehow though, it still glows.

Can I blame him for walking away is the question? I am not an easy person to get to. I know this. I have walls…thick and impregnable walls that protect me. I am loud, crass and sharp-tongued and I take no prisoners with my sarcastic wit. I am quite impossible to live with. I have my crazy, intellectual, artistic manias and my wallow-in-laziness moods. I listen to absolutely no one and I do whatever I want when I want without permission or compromise. If someone tries to tell me what to do, I rebel. I follow the Ellen bible, though catastrophically flawed as it is, and I refuse to walk to anyone else’s idea of how I should live my life. I am fiercely independent and I can’t imagine anyone able to come up against the dragon and successfully get through to the orchid. The dragon would win every time as it has for years. I suppose that’s why the crafty warrior had the gumption to sneak through, bypassing the dragon. When he touched the orchid, I fell. And, to be clear, I don’t fall. I often obsess, I often crush, I often seek out victims to play with but I don’t fall. I need to always have complete control of every situation I am in and I lost control with him. Honestly, he being a similar soul as I, I think he lost control too. Perhaps neither one of us can live without the control and that’s why we’re not together. To this day, he’s the only person who can make me cry. All I have to do is bring up a memory and…tears. I’m okay with that though. It’s safe. Imagine living with the one person in the world who can make you cry? Impossible. Imagine living with the one person in the world who rivals you in talent, who challenges everything you do, who can hold up a mirror at any time to show you your worst or your best, who can crush you with their eyes? Ugh, like I said…impossible! With that train of thought, I understand choosing easy.

And so, where does that leave me? Am I unlovable? Is it only ever possible to love me from afar? Will the dragon allow someone to even walk around in the cave? I don’t know. I do know that after ridding myself of Gracie’s dad, I have built myself into an even more fiercely independent being. After all, I am a single parent now and, truth be told, I am damn good at it. Not only do I have myself to protect but I have her to protect as well. Note: her dad is absolutely not the stealthy warrior I speak of! I’m pretty sure all he did was pace back and forth outside of the cave, wishing he could figure out a way in.

Perhaps it is time, after years of morphing into an asexual anti-dater, to allow for something. I’m not too sure what that something might or could be. I just know that I deserve to find a partner-in-life to kick it with. I don’t want anyone who wants to be my soul mate or my twin flame. I only want someone willing to be chill with. Does that make sense? Am I still sounding completely shut off to love? Perhaps. That’s something that I’m okay with though. Remember? I understand choosing easy.