Dos and Don’ts

I have gone on a ton of dates in the past couple of weeks. Dating really sucks, a few of the dates went well, the others… TERRIBLE. Here are the dos and don’ts if you want to date me.

DO open the car door for me. I think it is cute, and it makes a good first impression.

DON’T open the car door for me when I am getting out… that is just awkward

DON’T tell me to kiss you. If I wanted to kiss you I probably would. If I don’t than I won't, no matter how long you try to get me to kiss you.

DON’T try to force me to kiss you. I WILL make you leave.

DO show up on time. I just don’t do late, if you have a good reason, or let me know ahead of time that you are running late that is fine, but show up when you say you will.

DON’T call me a little before you were supposed to pick me up and tell me your roommate is taking me on a date instead. I agreed to go on a date with you, not your roommate, I probably would rather just stay at home, it’s not like I’m desperate.

DON’T call me after midnight and tell me you need to see me, and after I say no come over anyway. No means no.

DO tell me I look pretty. But only when you think I do, if you say it too much it gets old.

DON’T tell random people we are engaged. I know you were kidding but it really wasn’t very funny.

DON’T make me unfold my arms so you can hold my hand. Especially if we are on a first date.

DON’T keep scooting closer to me as I inch away. I am inching away on purpose.

DO keep it really relaxed on the first date. If I say yes to a second date, then maybe you have a shot. (Probably not, Scott comes home in about 9 months, but maybe)

DON’T text me a million times if I don’t get back to you right away. I don’t always have my phone on me, and I will get back to you when I can.

DON’T text me at midnight if you want to hang out… Otherwise I will assume that you aren’t just texting me to hang out and chances are I won’t text back. (Richard is the only person this doesn’t apply to)

DON’T kiss me and then avoid me for the next couple days. If you’re not interested, I will be just fine.

Dating is such a funny thing. Some days I hate it, some days I enjoy it. Some guys are retarded… need I say more?

One of the calls I hate getting.

It isn’t anything serious, nobody is in trouble, and nobody got hurt. I got a phone call today from one of those people that nobody likes to get a call from. My Bishop! I already have a calling so that crosses one thing off the list of why a bishop would call me. I am in the the Relief Society presidency, so maybe he knows of someone who could use my help, or needs a friend or something. I wouldn’t have minded if he was giving me a personal call to remind me about our “extra relief society meeting” aka enrichment activity tomorrow. I even hoped that he would ask me to make the Sacrament programs for Sunday. All those would have been simple. I didn’t get so lucky this time. I get to give a talk on Sunday, and I would like to thank my dear bishop for the short notice he gave me. I’m not very good at giving talks. In fact, I am terrible at giving talks. The last one I gave was pretty much copied from someone’s blog I follow, a couple tweaks here and there and I had a witty and entertaining talk to give. I don’t think any of the blogs I follow have anything written about the Sacrament and Why we take it, but if you’re reading this, and you know of someone who has written on their blog about it (and wouldn’t mind if I stole it) let me know. Any ideas would help, I really hate writing talks. I’m not very funny, entertaining, or knowledgeable when in comes to gospel topics.

Dumped….

So this is how this feels…

For any of you that actually know anything about me, this has nothing to do with Scott. Me and him are doing great, only problem is that he is on the other side of the world. If he dumped me, I would probably still be in bed crying my eyes out.

Here’s the down low, I have been dating a guy for a month and a half or something  (I haven’t really been keeping track) Well, tonight something happened that has never happed to me before. I got dumped. That’s right, I’ve never been dumped before. I was always the person dumping, not the dumped. He knew just as well as I did that it wasn’t really going anywhere. But for some reason I was affected a little differently than I thought I would be by this event. I have been thinking about breaking up with him for a while, but I didn’t want to hurt him, and I still wanted to be friends. I figure, there is no harm in just hanging out with him for a while longer. I am a little sad. I don’t know if it is because I know subconsciously that I will miss having someone around when I get home, or maybe I am just upset that it ruins my perfect record of never being dumped. Either way I just feel a little sick to my stomach about it.

Good News… 1) One of my really good friends from High School gets back from his mission in about a month! :) Then I will have someone to hang out with again. 2) There is only 10 months until Scott gets home! I just love that boy, and 10 months is still super far away, but it’s better than 24 months. 3) I sit next to this really cute guy at work, maybe I can become better friends with him!

1 Gallon down

This morning  I decided to give blood… that’s right, every 8 weeks I go in to give blood. There were a couple year long periods that I couldn’t do it. But now I am all good, no new tattoos, and no going to Africa in the last year. I have given blood lots of times before, and I laugh when the person taking the blood keeps asking me if I’m okay. Lets be honest, if needles scared me I don’t think I would be planning on going into the medical field. It’s not like it hurts to give blood, and it’s not like I act like bothers me.

The good part about it… I get to wear this cute pink bandage for the next 5 hours.

 

I’ve even given enough blood to get this little pin… 1 gallon, which means I have given 8 units of blood. Not that 8 units is very impressive, but it’s the first landmark. Pretty exciting.

Dating… ugh!

Having Friends makes me happy, but dating just stresses me out. Going out on “dates” with friends is easy, super fun, and enjoyable. Most of them have known me long enough to understand that I have a missionary, and I am not looking for anything too serious right now. I’m fine with dating, but I want to wait for Scott to get back before I make any decisions. I have been out with way to many guys in the last week and a half. 3 of them I have been friends with for a while, and I love hanging out with any of them... One in particular that I have a really good time with. Then the other 2 were just kind of random that asked me out almost the first time we met. I just don’t know how to act…"No I don’t really want to hold you hand”, “Ummm… you realize you aren’t the only guy I’m dating… right?” Seriously… can’t I just be friends with all these people? I hate being mean, I want a social life, but I am just out there to have fun right now, don’t want anything serious. 3 of 5 of them kissed me… all I have to say is “Come on Boys, learn how know when a girl doesn’t really want a kiss” I guess I am just that lovable.

Clean Clean Clean…

I got off work a little early today, so I decided to clean up a little. I wish I would have taken a before picture, but my basement is finally starting to look good. I did a lot to change the way it looked…

• I moved the painting from my bedroom out to the living room, nobody really ever goes in my room. I probably wouldn’t let them. That is the next room on my list of places to clean.
• I bought a black curtain to go over the window behind the couch. I used to have a bright pink blanket tacked to the wall to block out the light. In reality, it blocked out some light but kind of just made the whole room look pink while the sun was out.
• I brought out my night stand from my bedroom, it makes a cute end table for the couch. I wasn’t really using it in my room anyway.
• I cleaned the carpets. Now they look so much better than they did before.
• I’ve had the black rug for a while now, but I can place it so much better now that I am not trying to strategically hide stains in the carpet.

I’m pretty excited. It looks pretty cute down here now! I just need a couple more things to finish the other half of the room.

Time to blog again?

Lessons that I have learned in the past month or so:

1. Steve (the guy my mom is ALWAYS hanging out with) shouldn’t be allowed to get our mail… he thinks it is funny to my letters from Scott. FYI it isn’t funny… at all.
2. Dating is tiring. I have been on quite a few dates in the past couple weeks. I have fun, but boy is it tiring. Sometimes it is like an interrogation. No I’m not really dating anyone. I don’t really plan on it either. I still haven’t met someone who I like more than Scott. (Who by the way has less than a year left :)…)
3. My civic gets much better gas mileage than my Jetta did. With the gas prices going up again it makes a big difference.
4. People like me for me… kinda weird. I have times where I like to have fun and go a little crazy… and people still like me. They might even like me more because I don’t act like I am constantly trying to make a good impression on people.
5. I like being crazy, spontaneous, fun… With school and work I almost forgot that things outside of that existed. It is nice to go out every once in a while and break the chain of monotony.
6. I act older than I am… I have been told this many times in the last couple of weeks. I hope it is meant as a good thing.
7. I LOVE foot rubs… I never really liked people touching my feet… but it turns out if they want to rub them than it is totally worth it.
8. Running makes you lose weight… No, I wasn’t really trying to lose weight, nor do I feel the need to lose it, but it’s happening. Which is weird because when I run I eat more. So shouldn’t the extra calories + exercise balance out?
9. Don’t drink milk before going running… ugh! worst feeling in the world.
10. I made it a full year with Scott being gone… I guess I’m not going to die. It just feels like it sometime. I still miss him like crazy.

I’m sure there are a lot more, but this will do for right now.