tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401Tue, 07 Oct 2014 04:32:33 +0000A Girl’s Dating Diary The Quest To Find Lovehttp://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/noreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)Blogger18125 tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-1821990473470659313Sat, 14 Jan 2012 15:41:00 +00002012-01-14T21:25:48.306-05:00Mind Your Manners The date went…… okay…….I guess. Still not sure what to make of the whole night.<br /><br />James picked me up. He actually showed up 10 mins early (big points for that) and brought me flowers ( I didn’t think guys like that existed anymore). He was dressed nice, casual but looked great. He was wearing a nice pair of puma runners which I have to say was a turn on. A grown man wearing nice jeans with nice “sneakers” tells me that he doesn’t take life to seriously and is fun. I’m big on shoes – deck shoes with tassels (you know the ones) = date over. Anyways, he was cute (just like his picture) and smelled awesome. He greeted me with a big smile and a kiss on the cheek.<br /><br />He drove to the restaurant downtown. When we got there he had made a reservation which was impressive that he planned ahead. A before dinner drink, and then came the ordering of supper.<br /><br />Waitress “How are you guys tonight?”<br /><br />James “Yeah, get me…” Wow, maybe he didn’t realize how rude that sounded or the look on her face.<br /><br />Me “May I <u>please </u>have……<u> thank you</u>” Trying to overcompensate for his lack of manners<br /><br />With that James thrusts the menus at her and turns back towards me. Then he continues on with his pleasant conversation with me. She stands there for an extended moment before walking away and I’m thinking great, she’s going to spit in our food. The rest of supper went well conversation wise. James was witty, funny and easy to talk to, but every time the waitress came back he was short with her and was completely absent of manners. Manners are a big deal to me, so big strike.<br /><br />Then off to the comedy club. How could this be a bad thing, drinks and a laugh, what could go wrong. Well, James turned into this obnoxious heckler who kept yelling out, so embarrassing for me. Then his heckles become more and more rude, personally attacking the comedian, yet he still thought he was funny. The comedian asked me if I was his girlfriend and how I could put up with such an idiot. I could have crawled right under the table. When we left James was on a roll and even heckled a few people in the street, who is this guy?<br /><br />We walked back to my place. Conversation and easy again. James went on to compliment me and tell me how great of a time he had and how he’s like to do this again. We get to my place and he says “I’d invite my self in but I think more of you than to love you and leave you” and kisses me on the cheek. I say ” who says I’d let you in?”, and he says “trust me, you want me to come in” and with that he walks away. Wow.<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/Z19ybcxIKy8″ height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/Z19ybcxIKy8/date-went.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2012/01/date-went.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-9038911648982690963Wed, 11 Jan 2012 18:13:00 +00002012-01-14T08:57:45.098-05:00The Set Up Working one night with a nurse from another floor, she seemed to be a really nice girl and was easy to talk to. It worked out well as we were working in a section where it was only two of us so it can make for an uncomfortable 12 hours. It seemed as though we had a lot in common and we knew some of the same people. She was showing me some pictures of her friends and parties and I happened to mention that one of the guys was cute. She said “That’s James, I should set you guys up”, I laughed and that was the end of it. At the end of the shift we befriend each other on facebook.<br /><br /><br />Two weeks later I’m sitting at home and the phone rings. It’s Michelle’s friend James! WTF! Wow, did I put out signs that I was needing a date. Oh well, I’ll stay open minded about this.<br /><br />”Marie?”<br /><br />”Yes”<br /><br />”This is James. I am friends with Michelle from your work. She said I should phone you. She said that you had the hot’s for me” What! Who says that? Who is this jack ass.<br /><br />”She neglected to say you were full of yourself. I didn’t say you were cute, I said you weren’t bad, that’s a long way from cute”. There take that Mr. Then came a big (sexy) laugh from the other end of the phone.<br /><br />”Michelle also said you were beautiful and witty and could keep up with me. I can tell already the last two are true but I’d better take you out for supper to see how beautiful you are”. Smooth. Shit!<br /><br />After an easy conversation that lasted about 30 mins I had agreed to a date. This one is going to be trouble. He is confident (a little too confident), funny and yes – definitely cute. Need to bring my poker face on this date. Plan – dinner and comedy show, should be fun!<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/JbdNnDMGy9g” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/JbdNnDMGy9g/set-up.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2012/01/set-up.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-8304697435048334951Tue, 10 Jan 2012 20:46:00 +00002012-01-10T15:46:29.979-05:00To Blog or Not Blog, That is the Question. Blogging isn’t something that came easily for me. It first started out as kind of a dare. My dating life has been a bit of a roller coaster, and the stories from my dates and relationships are like a book. It is almost unbelievable the stories that I have, and the only thing I can say is “only me”.<br /><br />I didn’t really mind sharing my stories on here, as I remain somewhat anonymous. I haven’t advertized my blog, only a few of my close friends know I am doing this and think it is very entertaining. So I spoke candidly about my dates and life, it’s actually quite refreshing to write it all down. And then (*insert music – dun,dun,dun), people at my work found out! Ahhhh, how did this happen? I still don’t know who the first person was that found it, but my entire department, doctors, residents, and nurses from other floors know about it. Quite embarrassing to say the least, I probably heard about it straight for a month. My girlfriend who works on the ortho floor called me asking if I was really writing a book about my life. Crazy how quickly rumors start and spread.<br /><br />After news got out about my blog and being teased relentlessly about it I decided to remove it all together. I talked with my friend about it and she said “why remove it now, everybody has already read it” – true. So I guess at that point I just stopped writing. Why add fuel to the fire and give people a reason to bug me over it. There was a certain young male resident who just couldn’t let it go, kept teasing me about it, especially when others were around. I am pretty even tempered but this one day I couldn’t take it any more and I said (in front of people) “Would you just fuck right off! Your just jealous that you’ll never make it into my pages!”.&nbsp; He replied with something boyish like “you wish you could date me”, but from that point forward nobody teased me again.<br /><br />I’d like to think that others opinions don’t have such a strong influence over my life, but apparently they do, as I completely stopped blogging due to all the teasing. When people knew that my blog was out there, I didn’t want to open up and let people know my life outside of work. I didn’t want to be judged. But now, screw what others think. I have had a lot of changes in my life in the last year and I’ll be damned to live it worrying about others. I know who I am, and the type of person I am. So I am starting to write again, I like it and I like the feedback I get from others, especially my close friends who get a laugh out of it. Hopefully if you read this you will get some sort of entertainment out of it, after all, this is <i><b>MY</b><b></b></i> life!<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/-zZLgpVxrPA” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/-zZLgpVxrPA/to-blog-or-not-blog-that-is-question.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2012/01/to-blog-or-not-blog-that-is-question.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-6836102625482688202Wed, 04 Jan 2012 15:55:00 +00002012-01-04T10:55:35.097-05:00Good Riddance 2011, Bring on 2012 So I guess it’s been a while since my last post. I appreciate all the feedback that I received from people who have read my blog. I am by no means a “blogger”, I am just a girl writing about my experiences in dating and life.<br /><br />2011 was not a very kind year to me. I have not found love, my job remains stressful, my father who was the first man and maybe only man I have ever loved died unexpectedly. It has been a year full of ups and downs and heart ache and heart break.<br /><br /><br />2012 isn’t off to a great start either. I worked new years eve a night shift and woke up new years day with the stomach flu -FML! Today is the first day that I am starting to feel better. This year I have made some resolutions, and as always I plan to stick with them. They are as follows:<br />1. Stop caring so much about other people’s opinions (which is why I am starting to blog again, which I wll get into later)<br />2. Be more patient and understanding<br />3. Live a healthier lifestyle<br />4. Make more time for family and friends – life is too short and you never regret time spent with loved&nbsp;&nbsp; ones<br /><br />So here is to a year full of hope and promises. Life, after all is what you make of it. So happy new years to all of you out there, I wish you nothing but the best. Please keep reading my blogs and giving me your feedback, and I will try to entertain you with this circus I call my life :-)<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/2hPRD7e3vZ0″ height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/2hPRD7e3vZ0/good-riddance-2011-bring-on-2012.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2012/01/good-riddance-2011-bring-on-2012.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-6736438994087601096Fri, 22 Oct 2010 02:52:00 +00002010-10-21T22:52:24.702-04:00Healthy Living For Healthy Dating I have decided that starting tomorrow I am going to turn over a new leaf, health wise. Starting tomorrow I am going to start eating healthy and working out. So tonight, I ate over 1/2 a package of pillsbury chocolate chip cookies, an entire pizza (small of course) and just polished off the rest of my cherry garcia ice cream! I think that it is going to be a hard road for me considering chocolate is a staple in my diet, so any advice or words of encouragement are very welcome!<br /><br /><br /><br />P.S. A friend of mine has been helping me set up the whole blog thing, considering I am not computer savvy at all! He has recently started a blog of his own (inspired by my lack of knowledge!) about how to be a successful blogger (which he is). Please take the time to check it out www.thewebsitemarketingblog.com<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/8GuV4Lzj97M” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/8GuV4Lzj97M/healthy-living-for-healthy-dating.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)2http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/10/healthy-living-for-healthy-dating.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-4811385787969266991Wed, 20 Oct 2010 13:31:00 +00002010-10-20T09:31:46.144-04:00Excuse Me Officer Driving home from work last night I stopped into the grocery store to pick up a couple of things.&nbsp; My shift ends at 7pm and it takes me about 30 mins to get home.&nbsp; Normally I’m in no hurry, but Glee starts at 8pm, and I CAN”T miss it.&nbsp; Of course I end up in the slow line, and it’s driving me crazy.<br /><br />So I leave the store, it’s 7:30 and I need to hurry up. I decided to take the highway home to try to avoid city traffic.&nbsp; I am driving fairly fast when I see those dreaded flashing lights behind me, shit, I look down at my speed, 20 over but I’ve already hit the brakes.<br /><br /><br />I see a young male cop coming up to the window, maybe if I play cute……<br /><br />”License and registration” he’s all business.<br /><br />I hand it over.<br /><br />”Do you know why I pulled you over”<br /><br />”I was going a little to fast, I apologize officer” and give him my best smile. He’s actually really cute!<br /><br />”A little fast, try 28 km over the speed limit. AND your license plate is expired” SHIT<br /><br />”Where were you going in such a hurry” he asks<br /><br />I think about it and decide to be honest – and play the sympathy card<br /><br />”I was rushing home to watch glee. I’ve had a horrible day (not true) and my mind was on work and I didn’t notice how fast I was going, I’m really sorry”<br /><br />”Where do you work?”<br /><br />”At the hospital, I’m a RN in the emerg department” No wedding ring I notice.<br /><br />He blows out a breath and I look up innocently through my lashes. Please please please.<br /><br />”I don’t tag nurses, especially emerg nurses, never know when we’ll need you” he smirks at me<br /><br />OMG he’s going to let me go! “Thank you so much officer”<br /><br />”Slow down, I&nbsp; won’ be so nice the next time. And get your plates renewed, don’t let me catch you driving around with these plates. I’m really giving you a break here”<br /><br />”I know, I’ll get them renewed tomorrow. Thank you soooo much”<br /><br />” Have a good night” he says as he’s walking away.<br /><br />I sit there and wait for a minute . He was really cute and was very nice to me.&nbsp; Maybe I should have asked him for his name or number….<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/n8X_wTK7L-E” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/n8X_wTK7L-E/excuse-me-officer.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/10/excuse-me-officer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-3578120272904619446Mon, 18 Oct 2010 13:42:00 +00002010-10-18T13:32:07.502-04:00You Can’t Tell Me What To Wear Went out to breakfast yesterday morning with my friend Tracey.&nbsp; Tracey and I have been friends since grade 10 and are still close.&nbsp; We live in different cities now, but we try to get together at least once a month, if even just for a breakfast date.<br /><br />Tracey has one of the best closets I have ever seen!&nbsp; We are pretty much the same size and I have always loved to borrow clothes from her.<br /><br />She says to me ” I’m getting rid of a bunch of my clothes, do you want them?”<br /><br />I reply ” Ya!!! Why are you getting rid of your clothes?”<br /><br />Tracey says ” Chris wants me to get rid of my clothes, says that they are too revealing. He went through my closet yesterday and started to pull things out and throwing them in the garbage”. She says this laughing.<br /><br />To this I had no response and she seemed to think it was cute and funny.<br /><br />Chris is a guy that Tracey has been dating for about a month.&nbsp; Apparently the clothes he was attracted to her in, are now too revealing, anything with a v neck has to go.&nbsp; Now Tracey has big boobs, and it doesn’t matter what she wears, you are going to notice them.&nbsp; She could wear a frigging parka and you would still see them!<br /><br />At this point I am disgusted, with both of them. Tracey had always been a very strong, independent woman, in fact I would say she was the dominant one in her last few relationships.&nbsp; So why is she allowing some guy to dictate what she wears, going so far as to throw her clothes away.&nbsp; Is he being abusive or protective, is she being stupid or is she just in love (really the same thing!).<br /><br />I let her know that I don’t agree with the way he approached her wardrobe, and she immediately is on the defensive for him.&nbsp; I am not getting anywhere, conversation dropped.&nbsp; We small talk about other things, finish breakfast and then we go our own ways.&nbsp; I think she might actually be mad — at me!<br /><br />I have been thinking about this since yesterday.&nbsp; Am I overreacting by being so disgusted with them? &nbsp; Are these the things you <u>should</u> change to make someone else happy?&nbsp; What happened to my friend?&nbsp; All I know is that you can tell me a lot of things, but you can’t tell me what to wear!!!<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/LhofzvK-cRw” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/LhofzvK-cRw/you-cant-tell-me-what-to-wear.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)4http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/10/you-cant-tell-me-what-to-wear.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-8337218533278358606Sun, 17 Oct 2010 13:49:00 +00002010-10-17T09:49:06.198-04:00Double Standard Sorry it’s been a while since my last post. I went home for thanksgiving last weekend, worked all week, now I’m just getting over the stomach flu. So here is a story from last weekend 🙂 <br /><br />Sunday night of thanksgiving weekend = big night out at the clubs.&nbsp; Mike is home and we have a big night planned.&nbsp; Mike was/is my best friend.&nbsp; We grew up together, he lived two doors down from me, and in fact our parents both still live in the same houses.&nbsp; I don’t get to see Mike very often, he joined the army right out of high school and he lives about 4 hours away from me now.&nbsp; It’s a pretty big deal for us when we get together now.<br /><br />So let me tell you a little bit about Mike.&nbsp; He is probably one of the funniest people I have ever met.&nbsp; He is ALWAYS the center of attention wherever he goes.&nbsp; He likes to shop and gossip like a girl, but yet is still a guys guy.&nbsp; He is 6 feet tall, dark hair, blue eyes, very good looking, and a complete pig!&nbsp; I guess he is what you call a womanizer, but a very funny, sweet, kind one.&nbsp; The one you don’t see coming.<br /><br />I don’t know how he does it but he never fails to find a girl wherever he goes.&nbsp; He could go to get a hair cut and still come home with a girls number.&nbsp; But you would never tag him as the type of guy who sleeps around, he’s a wolf in sheeps clothes.&nbsp; And he has never ever dated anyone for longer than 2 months (and he wasn’t even faithful then!).<br /><br />So we go out on Sunday night to a new club that just opened up.&nbsp; There was 10 of us that went out, mostly people we grew up with and a couple of their significant others.&nbsp; About 20 minutes after we arrived at the bar, Mike points at a girl and says she is the one.&nbsp; I was skeptical&nbsp; as she was with a group of girls, very attractive and had a line of guys trying to talk to her.&nbsp; But somehow, Mike pulled it off and ended up leaving with her.<br /><br />This morning we all went out for breakfast together and Mike was telling us about his night.&nbsp; Everyone had a good laugh – even the girls (including me). Now here’s my question, why is it okay if Mike does it but if I were to do the same thing I would be labeled a slut?&nbsp; I go on a date with 2 guys in a week (with no sex involved), and half my friends think that I’m being outrageous! <br /><br />So why does society enable men to date/sleep around but not women?&nbsp; I have been pondering this all day and how I feel about it.&nbsp; Basically I came to the conclusion that I don’t care.&nbsp; I don’t care what people think about me and my dating life.&nbsp; If people don’t like the decisions I am making, than too bad.&nbsp; I have never intentionally hurt anyone, and it’s not like I’m bringing a new guy home every night.&nbsp; I will continue to meet and date men, and if I want to have sex with them I will!<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/EbIi_7IyScw” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/EbIi_7IyScw/double-standard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)4http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/10/double-standard.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-2837557221912505288Thu, 07 Oct 2010 19:10:00 +00002010-10-07T15:10:39.321-04:00Plenty of Fish Out There It’s been a few days and I have heard nothing from Marcelo or Dave.&nbsp; I guess that’s what I get for trying to date two guys at once, or so I’ve been told.&nbsp; I wasn’t trying to screw anyone over, just trying to keep my options open until I felt comfortable making a commitment.&nbsp; Oh well, plenty more fish out there.<br /><br />Speaking of plenty of fish, my girlfriend is trying to talk me into putting a profile on there.&nbsp; I have a slight problem with meeting people over the internet though.&nbsp; I’m afraid that I’ll meet up with some guy and he won’t be anything like he led me to believe, or just plain psycho!&nbsp; I have only heard the horror stories,&nbsp; I don’t know anyone who was successful with the online dating thing.&nbsp; I am also a little embarassed to have my profile on there because I don’t want to seem desperate, especially if people I work with saw it.&nbsp; I will definately need to put some more thought into this.<br /><br />I am back to work now, so I won’t have too much time to worry about guys for a few days.&nbsp; Work has been ridiculous lately.&nbsp; Who knows, maybe I’ll meet some hot doctor ;)<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/yYE64huk4G0″ height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/yYE64huk4G0/plenty-of-fish-out-there.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/10/plenty-of-fish-out-there.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-528602646189737609Wed, 06 Oct 2010 20:32:00 +00002010-10-06T16:32:49.389-04:00When Is It OK To Date Other People? It was Saturday morning around 10 and I just walked in the door to the phone ringing.&nbsp; I frantically look for one of my portable phones that are always lost, trying to follow the sound of the ring.&nbsp; Yes, I locate one and see Dave’s number on the screen.&nbsp; I answer the phone with a very cheery voice, only to have it squashed within the first 30 seconds of our conversation.<br /><br />Dave quickly states he is just phoning to cancel our date.&nbsp; He saw me out with another guy and it made him look stupid in front of his friends.&nbsp; He wasn’t going to get played like that from a girl like me. <br /><br />Wow.&nbsp; Since when was I in an exclusive relationship?&nbsp; I thought that you dated people first to see if a connection exists before making a commitment.&nbsp; I really don’t think I did anything wrong, despite the way Dave tried to make me feel.&nbsp; I wasn’t being a big slut, I was simply going out on a few dates trying to find somebody I am compatible with.<br /><br />Now it looks like the only date I have tonight is with my PVR’d shows, a bag of doritos and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s (maybe some cadbury’s mint chocolate too 😉 ).<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/IKOPSU6BfpI” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/IKOPSU6BfpI/when-is-it-ok-to-date-other-people.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)5http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/10/when-is-it-ok-to-date-other-people.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-8207698109212679292Fri, 01 Oct 2010 14:38:00 +00002010-10-01T10:38:39.815-04:00Disaster Date Big date night last night and it was a disaster!&nbsp; I was really looking forward to my night out with Marcelo, and now I wished I just stayed home!<br /><br />First of all he picked me up 30 mins late (I HATE when people are late). We went out to supper at The Keg, which is nice but I don’t&nbsp; like red meat so the selection for me was very scarce.&nbsp; The conversation was absolutely brutal, there were too many awkward silences to count.&nbsp; He flirted with our waitress more than he did with me.&nbsp; Then on our way to the movies he stopped at a bank so I could get him money to “settle up” for supper.<br /><br />So we are at the movies and I am looking forward to this part of the date so we have an excuse not to talk!&nbsp; We are standing in line to get our snacks (paying separately of course as we did the tickets) and he puts his hand on my back.&nbsp; I look over into the next line and there is Dave with a couple of his buddies. He sees me and we say hi, we both look uncomfortable and look away.&nbsp; I just want to go home right now and go to bed!<br /><br />Disaster date ends (finally).&nbsp; Marcelo drives me home and asks if he cane come in (yeah right!).&nbsp; He leans in for a kiss, I give him my cheek as a block.&nbsp; I say goodnight and get out of there as quickly as I can.&nbsp; I’m laying in bed thinking about my disaster date and the look on Dave’s face when he saw me with Marcelo.&nbsp; And the icing on the cake, I just remember that my nieces birthday was yesterday. FML!<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/94FETDb0s1c” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/94FETDb0s1c/disaster-date.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/10/disaster-date.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-1725224034265518613Thu, 30 Sep 2010 20:32:00 +00002010-09-30T17:14:58.135-04:00Should I Call Him I’ve been a little busy with work the last couple of days to write my blog, so I need to back track a little bit. So it’s Tuesday, around supper time, and I’m sitting there with <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/hes-got-moves.html”>Marcelo’s </a>number in hand. Do I call? God, I’m so nervous, I have butterflies. Generally I follow the rule that the man is supposed to make the first call. I don’t mind initiating the flirting or the exchanging of numbers, but I think the man should make the first move to call. Seeing as though I don’t quite remember getting <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/hes-got-moves.html”>Marcelo’s</a> number, means I don’t remember giving him mine, so now “the call” is on me if I want to see him again.<br /><br />So here it goes, butterflies and all I pick up the phone. I start to dial the numbers and then put the phone to my ear……….nothing.<br />I hear nothing, no ringing.<br />”Hello?” My hearts pounding<br />”Hello, Marie?”<br />”Ya, hi, who’s this?'<br />”It’s <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/do-looks-really-matter.html”>Dave</a>, from the other night, how are you?”<br /><br />Shit, all that courage I’d built up, but happy (I guess) that <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/do-looks-really-matter.html”>Dave</a> called. We talked for about 20 mins, very easy conversation with lots of laughing. I still couldn’t help but have <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/hes-got-moves.html”>Marcelo</a> in the back of my mind while talking to <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/do-looks-really-matter.html”>Dave</a>. I did quite enjoy talking to him though, enough so that we made a date for Saturday night. We made a plan for him to pick me up here, dinner and then bowling, an original first date for me but sounds like a good time. Plans made, we hang up and now I’m staring at <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/hes-got-moves.html”>Marcelo</a>’s number again.<br /><br />I have the courage again and phone <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/hes-got-moves.html”>Marcelo</a>. Brief but okay conversation, not nearly as easy as the one I had just had with <a href=”http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/do-looks-really-matter.html”>Dave</a>. I felt like I was grasping at things to talk about, and that his attention was elsewhere. I was kind of relieved when the call had ended, but we now had plans to go out on a date Thursday night. I hope the conversation is a little better when we are face to face or it’s going to make for a very long date!<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/tKH-FiTVvLM” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/tKH-FiTVvLM/phone-call.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/phone-call.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-5155295356370728327Thu, 30 Sep 2010 14:37:00 +00002010-09-30T17:12:55.063-04:00To Be Or Not To Be – A Nurse I have a love hate relationship with my job. I am a registered nurse working the emergency department of a very busy teaching hospital. I rarely get breaks, I’m run off my feet most days and that is how I like it, makes the shift go by quicker. I thrive in chaos (as you will be able to tell from my personal life), and am a bit of an adrenaline junkie. But every once in a while I get to the point where I don’t think I can go in another day – and keep my sanity.<br /><br />I have just gotten off my fourth night shift in a row, and thank God I am off now for 5 days. My last two shifts were probably some of the worst shifts I have ever worked. We were short staffed (as per usual) and the place was a zoo. I don’t think I have ever seen so many traumas in such a short time span, and unfortunately our success rate wasn’t high. Right now, I feel drained, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Myself and my team failed, not at a game but with peoples lives, this has to be one of the worst feelings I have ever felt. I got into this profession to help people, and these last few days I feel like I entered the wrong profession.<br /><br />I think one of the worst parts of my job is being underappreciated. People are extremely hard to please, and very unwilling to see beyond their own circumstance. I will get belittled and scolded by a patient and their family for not answering their request for water sooner, but the reason I didn’t was because I was preforming CPR on a young mother as her husband and children watched on, saying prayers for her life. Talk about being unfair. And these days the words “thank you” come very rarely.<br /><br />BUT, there are some pretty amazing things about being a nurse. I love meeting new people, seeing new things. And there is always that saving a life thing, yeah that feels pretty good! But really what it is, is that one person that you meet, that you can help, that touches a part of your soul. I have people that I have nursed and I will never forget them. I like being able to provide comfort to someone in a seemingly helpless situation, and seeing a positive outcome. It doesn’t always take much to comfort somebody, a kind word, a friendly smile, a hug, or it could just be listening to someone and really hearing them. And when I hear the words thank you, and see that that they truly do mean it, it makes all the crappy parts of my job worth it. I think people need to start looking beyond themselves and start having a little more understanding and compassion for the people that they are sharing this world with.<br /><br />So yes I have had a rough couple shifts, but just sitting down to write this makes me realize how much I really love being a nurse. I know that I have entered the profession suited for me. I will take these few days to recharge and look forward to my next chaotic, hectic day in the ER.<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/ciO6sLglUeQ” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/ciO6sLglUeQ/to-be-or-not-to-be-nurse.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/to-be-or-not-to-be-nurse.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-4929244276526993097Mon, 27 Sep 2010 16:25:00 +00002010-09-30T11:54:22.684-04:00He’s Got The Moves OMG, I am so hungover from Saturday night. It was my girlfriend Michelle’s bachelorette party.&nbsp; The old saying “liquor before beer your in the clear” did not hold true for me. I do have to say it was alot of fun, even though the last 2 hours of the night are a complete blur. I am pretty sure that bachelor/bachelorette parties are more for the friends than they are the people getting married.<br /><br />We started off our fun filled evening with pole dancing lessons. I was a little embarrassed at first, but after a couple drinks I really got into the mood of things. It surprisingly is a really good work out, I am feeling muscles I never knew I had. But seriously, it was an awesome time and I felt kinda sexy doing some of those moves. I will have to keep those moves in my memory bank and break them out one night I might even have to invest in a pole. I can see how going to those lessons could really spark up your sex life.<br /><br />After our pole dancing we went out for a late dinner, which was a little rowdy but alot of fun. Then we were on to the pub crawling, ending up at the busiest bar in town. I didn’t feel quite so old that night, but honestly was feeling too good to give a shit. The place was crawling with hot guys. I like watching guys dance, I have a theory that if a guy is a good dancer than he must be really good in bed. That being said, you know what it means if you can’t keep your rhythm on the dance floor. Dancing can make or break the guy, and I know alot of girls that feel that way. Sorry fella’s, better brush up on your dance moves before you hit the club scene again!<br /><br />So I am dancing away, and I notice this guy dancing. He is hot, I mean seriously hot, belongs in a magazine hot! And that boy has got the moves, and we all know what that means. My girlfriends were all talking about how hot he was and egging me on to go talk to him, and me having a little liquid courage, I walked right up and started hitting on him. We danced and talked. He was dark, and a nice body that was so muscular ( but not that over sized on juice muscular), and he had a bit of a spanish accent ( I’m a sucker for accents). Next thing you know I’m making out with this guy in the middle of the bar like I’m 14. Next thing I remember, my girlfriends are throwing me into a cab saying I am going home with them tonight. I didn’t even give the guy my number, shit.<br /><br />I wake up in the morning on my couch to the song “sweet caroline” blaring from my neighbors apartment. I can barely open my eyes due to the pounding headache I have. I do a quick inventory of myself – I’m alone, I am only wearing underwear and a bra, and I’m on the couch covered not by a blanket but by my winter coat?! How does this stuff happen to me? Then I see it. The name Marcelo and a number written on my arm. I did get his number! My day is starting to look up, now if I could just get off the couch.<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/c3_RDNbloAI” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/c3_RDNbloAI/hes-got-moves.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/hes-got-moves.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-7153761904849853115Sun, 26 Sep 2010 14:44:00 +00002010-09-26T10:44:40.446-04:00Do Looks Really Matter? Friday! I LOVE Friday’s! This is my first Friday off in 3 weeks and I feel like celebrating! I start off by heading out for a little retail therapy. Then it’s off to spend the afternoon on a patio drinking Corona’s with my girls, followed by a night out dancing the night away.<br /><br />While sitting out at the patio I notice this guy noticing me. We keep making eye contact, and eventually he comes over to talk to me. He seems like a nice guy, and he’s making me laugh which is a huge bonus (I like funny guys). It turns out he is a pharmaceutical rep, so we have a little bit in common with medical stuff. I can’t help but notice him playing with his keys, which belong to a BMW, so that’s a check. AND he’s tall and has a nice body, BUT he’s not that good looking. So here’s my dilemma, first impressions are good and he gets a check in most of the boxes but the looks department. So where do I go from here? Our supper comes and “Dave” goes back to his friends. After we are done eating we decide to go back to Vikki’s apartment to drink and get ready for our night out. I look over and Dave’s friends are there and no Dave so we take off.<br /><br />We are out at the club (I’m feeling pretty good) having an awesome time dancing and I feel a hand on my back, look up and it’s Dave. I go over to the bar with him and we talk and he buys me a drink. He seems like a super nice guy and I think he must be “feeling good” too because he keeps touching me. The night comes to an end and he asks for my number and I give it to him. What I really want to do is invite him back to my place but my friend Becky is staying there and it’s not a good idea tonight. I say goodnight to him and he gives me a kiss, which I give back. Becky and I walk home talking about the night, and of course Dave. I am pretty pumped at this point and hope he phones me.<br /><br />Saturday morning I wake up and start remembering the day before. I can’t quite recall what Dave looks like. Becky and I head out for some coffee and breakfast. I have to get her opinion on Dave, she says he was “alright”. So now I’m worried, was this great guy not so great? Do my friends opinions matter that much? I am completely torn between wanting him to call and not wanting him to call. Wow, self realization that I could be a really shallow person. Do looks really matter? I decide I would rather him phone than not, so now I play the infamous waiting game.<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/yV6DM91Ilto” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/yV6DM91Ilto/do-looks-really-matter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/do-looks-really-matter.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-2162218105603414004Sun, 26 Sep 2010 13:57:00 +00002010-09-26T10:13:05.721-04:00Do Cheesy Pick Up Lines Really Work? Thursday night a couple of girls from work and myself decide to go out to a local pub. The pub was pretty crowded, mostly with university students, making me feel super old and a little self conscious. We grab our beer and push our way through the crowd looking for a spot to stand, and we luck out as a bunch of people were leaving a table, so we scooped that up.<br /><br />The other girls I was with are quite attractive, so as a group we tend to attract our fair amount of male attention. We also all look a little different, so we are a variety pack. Me, I play the petite blonde in the group. We were approached by a few different groups of guys, chatted for a brief while and went back to our girl chat. I like hanging out with the girls, the no pressure to please, makes it very easy to have a good time.<br /><br />The night was drawing to an end, most of the people in the bar were pretty sloppy at this point. We leave to grab a little street meat before heading home, and as per usual there are several groups outside hanging around. A group of semi attractive&nbsp; guys come up and start with pick up lines. For me a super big turn off, it’s ok if your being funny trying to break the ice but this one guy was totally serious and it was just one cheesy line after another. It was a big turn off for me and it ruined it for all his friends. My girlfriend Kelley though was giggling away like a school girl. Kelley is a very pretty girl and has no problem in the men department, so why was she going for this? In the end she gave him her number and was arranging a time to go out with him.<br /><br />This leaves me with the question – do cheesy pick up lines really work?<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/edRGdDQ91dA” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/edRGdDQ91dA/do-cheesy-pick-up-lines-really-work.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)1http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/do-cheesy-pick-up-lines-really-work.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-4562060019125626153Fri, 24 Sep 2010 02:09:00 +00002010-09-23T22:18:13.295-04:00The Run In With The EX So its a Tuesday night. My friend Derek (who’s gay) calls me up and wants to go to the movies. I just got off a stretch of nights. I’m sleep deprived and feeling like shit, but I say yes as I’d rather be out than home alone, again.<br /><br />So I grab a quick shower, throw on my best pair of granny panties (ok, I need to do laundry), old jeans and my fav sweater from university (you know the one with the holes in it). I throw my hair up into a ponytail and the only makeup I put on is mascara (only because my eyelashes are so blonde it doesn’t look like I have any).<br /><br />Derek and I are in the line for tickets when I look ahead and see my ex (lets call him “Dick” because that is what he is). See Dick and I dated for 16 months, lived together for 5, until one day I come home and all his stuff (and half the furniture) is gone. He just wasn’t “ready” for a serious commitment, would have been nice if he had just told me that instead of pulling the disappearing act. I come to find out 3 weeks later he is dating someone new.<br /><br />So Dick hasn’t seen me yet (thank God!), and he’s by himself. I move to the other side of Derek trying to avoid being seen, especially since I’m looking so hot. Why is it you always run into an ex when you look like shit, why couldn’t I have been looking smoking hot with a hot man on my arm and leave him thinking about what he’s missing out on. He sees me (Fuck!), and comes over to say hi. Then up runs miss america, gives him a quick hug and kiss and apologizes for being late. Dick looks uncomfortable as he introduces us, and she is overly nice, or should I say fake. She runs her hand through her long dark hair and then I see it, the sparkle of a HUGE ring, on “that” finger. I momentarily think that should have been mine. Thankfully the line moves and they excuse themselves and walk away hand in hand.<br /><br />I suddenly don’t feel in the mood for a movie. Derek senses this and we leave to go for some ice cream therapy (followed by wine) instead. FML!<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/So6yP8_gXmQ” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/So6yP8_gXmQ/run-in-with-ex.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)1http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/run-in-with-ex.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701104413264691401.post-5198241865488108292Fri, 24 Sep 2010 00:52:00 +00002010-09-23T21:49:50.708-04:00The Beginning Of A Girl’s Dating Diary So here I am, sitting down to write about my love life, or lack there of. I’m ready to open up and put it all out there for everyone to see, hopefully you can take something from it, if even just to have a laugh.<br /><br />First of all I want you to know I am not a “blogger”, in fact this is the first blog I’ve ever written. I am a 28 year old nurse living in Canada. My friends have encouraged me to do this as I have the worst and best dating stories, and I’m sure there are a ton of people out there that can relate. I plan on sharing my dating life with you as it unfolds.<br /><br />As of right now I am very single and available. At this point in my life I had pictured myself to at least be married, if not with a couple of kids. My friends are split, saying that half of them are married starting families and the other half are single and dating. I do enjoy being single and the freedom that comes with it. I also enjoy men….alot!&nbsp; I love dating, the anticipation, the butterflies, and the getting to know somebody. But I miss the comforts of a relationship, the companionship, the reliability, and just having someone there to share things with, good or bad. I am ready to find my “Mr. Right”, thus begins my public quest for love.<img src=”http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~4/xFXehJX0vcU” height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=””/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AGirlsDatingDiary/~3/xFXehJX0vcU/beginning-girls-dating-diary.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Single Girl)0http://www.agirlsdatingdiary.com/2010/09/beginning-girls-dating-diary.html