I originally paid for a 3 month subscription to eHarmony. Combined with the fact that I decided after the first day that I didn't like it and the fact that it takes a really freakin long time sometimes to move through the "guided communication" process... I didn't spend too much time with it, and didn't end up meeting anyone from eHarmony until recently - maybe 3 weeks ago. Nice enough guy, but we didn't really click and our second date lasted exactly 2 hours on the dot.
Last week my card got charged for the 3rd month. I decided that I would give it a decent try for the last 4 weeks and see where it took me. I sifted through 191 matches (they send you a certain number each day and you are supposed to well, look at them and talk to them). I messaged guys who I had been ignoring. I closed out matches with anyone who doesn't live in Philadelphia, since I had to get through those 191 matches somehow. And so far, I've met 3 guys in the past week - the 34 year old Irish dude I already talked about (who texted me asking for another date, but I graciously declined) and two news that I met this weekend.
Here's a quick run down:
1. I met a guy for happy hour on Friday. He met me outside my apartment, and we went to Alfa. He's 26 and works in higher education. My first impression of him was that he was cute. He only had one picture on eHarmony - so it could have gone either way. We sat at a table in the back (which I was unsure of at first, I thought we could just sit at the bar - but having a table turned out nicely). We had really nice conversation and happy hour turned into 3 hour and 4 beers. It might have turned into dinner if I didn't already have plans for Megan to come over. It's better though - a too long first date takes all of the mystery out of it, and I think we all know (or well, some of us know) what can happen if I have a marathon first date and am drinking. Right. Found a reason to touch him (look at the t-shirt he was wearing under his button down) and the fact that I even WANTED to touch him was a good sign! When he walked me back, I asked him about his weekend plans, and we made plans to watch the Flyers game 2 on Monday at the Fox and the Hound - a sports bar right on the corner from my apartment. Oh, and this guy doesn't live right in the city - He lives near Bala Cynwood, but it's a hell of a lot closer than Far Away Guy.
Summary? There was chemistry, I liked him, and I am excited to see him tomorrow.
2. I met another guy at the Continental Midtown for lunch on Saturday. We sat on the roof, which was nice, but he got there 10 minutes early and just went up the roof and got a table (instead of waiting outside like most guys would). Anyway, that's fine. He proceeds to immediately tell me that he's hungover because one of his fraternity brothers was in town the night before. He told me where they went- and no wonder he was hung over, since he named like 10 places. He then told me at least 3 stories where he referred to his college fraternity days (and a couple ABOUT his college fraternity days). Throw in a story about a homeless dude with a coke and a mentioning that he likes to walk everywhere 983293 times, and you have a dud my friends.
Summary? I didn't even text him to say that it was nice to meet him. I don't think he liked me much tho either (could probably tell that I didn't like him).
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Big Changes
Change #1:
I got a job!! I was offered a job at an elementary school in North Philadelphia on Saturday, but didn't take it right away. I accepted today and will sign tomorrow! Hopefully I will be teaching 3rd or 4th grade, however, I may end up in 6th. I certainly hope not though. It's actually the school that my co-teacher is going to be at next year, which will be nice! (and what are the chances of that, really?)
Change #2:
I moved! On Friday, I moved into a studio at 15th and Spruce. I absolutely love this location, and it's been relatively quiet since I moved in. I still need a bookshelf so that I can unpack the rest of my boxes, and I am planning on getting two chairs for extra seating, since right now - I just have my kitchen table and bed. I'll take some pictures soon. Jack, my cat, is a little sad. I don't think he really likes being an only cat, but he will adjust soon enough.
Other changes/updates:
Far Away Guy seems to have died out. With the distance, I think we would have to be really great for each other for it to work. I liked him, but I'm over it, and not surprised or upset. We had a nice time, and I was reminded what chemistry actually feels like. So, I've been meeting some new people from eHarmony, even though I don't like it. I met two people so far - and I haven't really had any great amount of chemistry with either one. I have been on two dates with the one who lives in South Philly, and we get along well and have had a nice time. If he asks me out again, I'll probably go to see what happens. I also met an Irish guy last night. He is a little older than guys I normally date, and I just wasn't really feeling it. He texted me about going out again, but eh. What's the point when I know I really don't like him? He totally wanted to kiss me last night, but I gave him a quick hug and kind of ran inside.
My gym routine has been sparse with the move and 3 interviews last week, and my new Environmental Science class starting last week and such. I am getting back on the wagon this week - starting with walking to and from class (about 2.5 miles round trip). I was thinking about going to the gym after class tonight (which is 6-8) to lift, but I'm not sure that will want to. I'm going to go to class in my gym clothes though just in case. I think I will go and lift just for 30 minutes or so. I ran 4 miles on Sunday which was nice.
I got a job!! I was offered a job at an elementary school in North Philadelphia on Saturday, but didn't take it right away. I accepted today and will sign tomorrow! Hopefully I will be teaching 3rd or 4th grade, however, I may end up in 6th. I certainly hope not though. It's actually the school that my co-teacher is going to be at next year, which will be nice! (and what are the chances of that, really?)
Change #2:
I moved! On Friday, I moved into a studio at 15th and Spruce. I absolutely love this location, and it's been relatively quiet since I moved in. I still need a bookshelf so that I can unpack the rest of my boxes, and I am planning on getting two chairs for extra seating, since right now - I just have my kitchen table and bed. I'll take some pictures soon. Jack, my cat, is a little sad. I don't think he really likes being an only cat, but he will adjust soon enough.
Other changes/updates:
Far Away Guy seems to have died out. With the distance, I think we would have to be really great for each other for it to work. I liked him, but I'm over it, and not surprised or upset. We had a nice time, and I was reminded what chemistry actually feels like. So, I've been meeting some new people from eHarmony, even though I don't like it. I met two people so far - and I haven't really had any great amount of chemistry with either one. I have been on two dates with the one who lives in South Philly, and we get along well and have had a nice time. If he asks me out again, I'll probably go to see what happens. I also met an Irish guy last night. He is a little older than guys I normally date, and I just wasn't really feeling it. He texted me about going out again, but eh. What's the point when I know I really don't like him? He totally wanted to kiss me last night, but I gave him a quick hug and kind of ran inside.
My gym routine has been sparse with the move and 3 interviews last week, and my new Environmental Science class starting last week and such. I am getting back on the wagon this week - starting with walking to and from class (about 2.5 miles round trip). I was thinking about going to the gym after class tonight (which is 6-8) to lift, but I'm not sure that will want to. I'm going to go to class in my gym clothes though just in case. I think I will go and lift just for 30 minutes or so. I ran 4 miles on Sunday which was nice.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
3 years
This year, my two least favorite days fall on the same date: May 9th.
May 9th is Mother's Day this year. I am not affected my Mother's Day as was a little girl in school, where everyone made Mother's Day cards and crafts every single year. I made them too, and I gave them to my dad. From the time I was six on ... my dad WAS my mother. He cooked me dinner, sewed my clothes when they ripped, bought me pads/tampons when I got my period, took me shopping, helped out with my girl scout troop. While there were other women in my life for sure, my dad filled the mother role comfortably, and he did a pretty good job at it.
We never went to my mother's grave on Mother's Day, because it was too hard and painful for my dad. We didn't even really talk about her until I was much older - in high school or maybe even college. I am sure that a good dose of therapy would have helped me deal with things when I was younger - because if there is one thing my dad didn't teach me, it was how to deal with tough things. Luckily, he didn't chose to deal with things badly by drinking or doing any other harmful activities - he just sunk into a depression, lasting most of my adolescent and teenage years. Possibly the only thing that saved him was that I was still at home, and he had to take care of me. Instead of facing up to whatever it was that needed facing, I learned to simply pretend that everything was fine and to not actually deal with anything (something that I still struggle with today).
Despite my dad's depression and whatnot, he was an active father who spent a lot of time with me and obviously loved me immensely. He satisfied both parental roles pretty successfully and supported me in pretty much everything I wanted to do - whether he totally agreed with my decisions or not. We went on vacations. He came to every single orchestra concert I ever had. He took me to church when I decided I wanted to start going. We almost always ate dinner together, often going out to eat- because he hated to cook. He helped me look at and get my first car(s), fixing them when I was stupid, not killing me when I wrecked his. He knew my friends. He helped me pick a college, came and helped my sorority grill for Homecoming, and didn't complain or try to convince me otherwise when I decided to move to Honduras for a year.
Today marks three years since my dad died. He had a massive heart attack at work and was rushed to the hospital. I was in Honduras at the time and got a phone call from my sister when I was teaching. Immediately knowing something was wrong, and a little worried that what I feared the most was coming true, I rushed to call her back. (My dad had his first heart attack before I was born. He had many more mild ones throughout his life, and I always knew that someday he would have one that his heart couldn't handle. I was worried the most that he would die alone.) Two days later, I flew home. Two or three days after that, we disconnected him from life support. 36 hours later, he died - but he wasn't alone.
This year, Mother's Day falls on May 9th - the anniversary of my father's death. While I have dealt with his death in my own ways, true to form, I don't really talk about him or my mother that often. Blogging about it is one of the the only ways I am comfortable doing it, and it is my way of saying "Everything is NOT fine, but I am okay." And while losing someone that played such a vital role in my life can be excruciatingly hard, I know my dad would rather us celebrate the life he had, then cry over the life he lost. So instead of tears, I will celebrate by eating an ice cream sundae and watching a western. Here's to you dad.
May 9th is Mother's Day this year. I am not affected my Mother's Day as was a little girl in school, where everyone made Mother's Day cards and crafts every single year. I made them too, and I gave them to my dad. From the time I was six on ... my dad WAS my mother. He cooked me dinner, sewed my clothes when they ripped, bought me pads/tampons when I got my period, took me shopping, helped out with my girl scout troop. While there were other women in my life for sure, my dad filled the mother role comfortably, and he did a pretty good job at it.
We never went to my mother's grave on Mother's Day, because it was too hard and painful for my dad. We didn't even really talk about her until I was much older - in high school or maybe even college. I am sure that a good dose of therapy would have helped me deal with things when I was younger - because if there is one thing my dad didn't teach me, it was how to deal with tough things. Luckily, he didn't chose to deal with things badly by drinking or doing any other harmful activities - he just sunk into a depression, lasting most of my adolescent and teenage years. Possibly the only thing that saved him was that I was still at home, and he had to take care of me. Instead of facing up to whatever it was that needed facing, I learned to simply pretend that everything was fine and to not actually deal with anything (something that I still struggle with today).
Despite my dad's depression and whatnot, he was an active father who spent a lot of time with me and obviously loved me immensely. He satisfied both parental roles pretty successfully and supported me in pretty much everything I wanted to do - whether he totally agreed with my decisions or not. We went on vacations. He came to every single orchestra concert I ever had. He took me to church when I decided I wanted to start going. We almost always ate dinner together, often going out to eat- because he hated to cook. He helped me look at and get my first car(s), fixing them when I was stupid, not killing me when I wrecked his. He knew my friends. He helped me pick a college, came and helped my sorority grill for Homecoming, and didn't complain or try to convince me otherwise when I decided to move to Honduras for a year.
Today marks three years since my dad died. He had a massive heart attack at work and was rushed to the hospital. I was in Honduras at the time and got a phone call from my sister when I was teaching. Immediately knowing something was wrong, and a little worried that what I feared the most was coming true, I rushed to call her back. (My dad had his first heart attack before I was born. He had many more mild ones throughout his life, and I always knew that someday he would have one that his heart couldn't handle. I was worried the most that he would die alone.) Two days later, I flew home. Two or three days after that, we disconnected him from life support. 36 hours later, he died - but he wasn't alone.
This year, Mother's Day falls on May 9th - the anniversary of my father's death. While I have dealt with his death in my own ways, true to form, I don't really talk about him or my mother that often. Blogging about it is one of the the only ways I am comfortable doing it, and it is my way of saying "Everything is NOT fine, but I am okay." And while losing someone that played such a vital role in my life can be excruciatingly hard, I know my dad would rather us celebrate the life he had, then cry over the life he lost. So instead of tears, I will celebrate by eating an ice cream sundae and watching a western. Here's to you dad.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Broad St Run!
Yesterday was the Broad St Run. It was really hot.
Despite the awful heat, I managed to finish without dying, passing out, or needing medical attention of any kind. I consider that a bit of a feat in and of itself! :)
I didn't run it nearly as fast as I was hoping that I would. I actually ran it in like a 11:40 mile, which is a minute per mile SLOWER than last year. It frustrates me a little, but that's okay. I lost my running partners really early on. The one savior of the day were the hydrants. They had them open like sprinklers, which was really nice. You got soaked running through them, but I ran through every single one on the right side of the road! Afterwards, leaving the Naval Yard, I didn't feel so great, but a great brunch at the house of a friend of my roommate really helped!
Later on, I took a bus out to Valley Forge and met up with far away guy. We had a really nice time .... drank some German beer, ate food at the Sly Fox Brewery, played the bean bag toss ( I seriously need some practice), and watched True Blood. (This was exciting, because I don't have HBO - so I've only seen the 1st season. I'm still waiting for the 2nd season to come out on NetFlix!) At the end of the night, he drove me home - which was really sweet considering it was completely and totally out of his way.
Phillies game on Wednesday (Cinco de Mayo!)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
new prospects
So let's call him "Far Away Guy." He lives in Phoenixville and works in West Chester. Those places are pretty far away. But I like him, so I think it's okay.
We first met a few weeks ago, I'm not sure when. (It was back in the first warm phase... I was wearing a skirt/tank top.) We met at the German beer place on South St and had a drink and talked for a couple hours. A week and a half later or so he came back into the city for Sunday brunch. We went to Farmicia and it was delicious. We hung out in my house later and played with my cats. I think he might be allergic to them, to be honest, but he said that he wasn't. After he left, I texted him about me being awkward or something and he responded with "no, you're perfect." (Awww.) Then he came into the city last night for the third time! We went to the Standard Tap in No Libs ... I had an amazing burger, we each had a couple beers. Conversation is easy with him. We have similar tastes. I don't really know what's different about him in comparison to the other dozen guys I met off of match.com (my profile on there is officially deleted, btw), but we seem to click. I was looking for something in the others and was getting pretty fed up with it all, but this guy is nice and so we will see. It's funny how that happens. On Sunday afternoon, I'm going out to Phoenixville (via bus) to go to a beer festival/goat race at the Sly Fox Brewery. I'm excited.
In other news:
1. I still dislike eHarmony. Frankly, it is too much work. I can't keep up with it - and am not really talking to anyone from there. I still have a subscription for almost 2 months though, so eh.
2. Broad St is Sunday. I averaged a 10:40 mile last year, but I actually ran five 10 min miles and five 12 min miles (approximately). I'm hoping to average a 10:30 pace this year and actually keep something around that pace for all 10 miles. The improvement in time might be slight, but improvement in performance would be pretty significant.
3. I've officially started strength training again and am going back to yoga starting Friday. I love to run, but JUST running is not doing a whole lot of anything to my body (but I'm sure that my heart is awesome). I even went to spinning yesterday. I think I might start doing that once a week too.
4. I think there are something like 36 more days of school and 6 Mondays left. We are going on a field trip next week to the Camden Aquarium, and I am pretty excited. I don't think that many (if any) of our kids have been there before! And thanks to a target field trip grant, it's only costing them $2!!
We first met a few weeks ago, I'm not sure when. (It was back in the first warm phase... I was wearing a skirt/tank top.) We met at the German beer place on South St and had a drink and talked for a couple hours. A week and a half later or so he came back into the city for Sunday brunch. We went to Farmicia and it was delicious. We hung out in my house later and played with my cats. I think he might be allergic to them, to be honest, but he said that he wasn't. After he left, I texted him about me being awkward or something and he responded with "no, you're perfect." (Awww.) Then he came into the city last night for the third time! We went to the Standard Tap in No Libs ... I had an amazing burger, we each had a couple beers. Conversation is easy with him. We have similar tastes. I don't really know what's different about him in comparison to the other dozen guys I met off of match.com (my profile on there is officially deleted, btw), but we seem to click. I was looking for something in the others and was getting pretty fed up with it all, but this guy is nice and so we will see. It's funny how that happens. On Sunday afternoon, I'm going out to Phoenixville (via bus) to go to a beer festival/goat race at the Sly Fox Brewery. I'm excited.
In other news:
1. I still dislike eHarmony. Frankly, it is too much work. I can't keep up with it - and am not really talking to anyone from there. I still have a subscription for almost 2 months though, so eh.
2. Broad St is Sunday. I averaged a 10:40 mile last year, but I actually ran five 10 min miles and five 12 min miles (approximately). I'm hoping to average a 10:30 pace this year and actually keep something around that pace for all 10 miles. The improvement in time might be slight, but improvement in performance would be pretty significant.
3. I've officially started strength training again and am going back to yoga starting Friday. I love to run, but JUST running is not doing a whole lot of anything to my body (but I'm sure that my heart is awesome). I even went to spinning yesterday. I think I might start doing that once a week too.
4. I think there are something like 36 more days of school and 6 Mondays left. We are going on a field trip next week to the Camden Aquarium, and I am pretty excited. I don't think that many (if any) of our kids have been there before! And thanks to a target field trip grant, it's only costing them $2!!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Why I Run
I was reading a magazine in the park on Sunday, and there were some articles written by different women entitled "Why I Run." Each of them had different reasons for running, but all of them agreed that running made them a better person. While reading these, I was inspired to write my own piece called, "Why I Run," and I am "publishing" it here.
I believe in the runner's high, and I believe that those who are passionate about running are the ones who experience it to the fullest degree possible. To me, the runner's high is a sensational reaction to a great run! It's an exhilarating feeling of satisfaction and achievement. It's like being on top of the world, and truthfully... there's nothing else quite like it!
- Sasha Azevedo
Some people run for exercise, to lose weight and be healthy, but they hate every single step. Some people run to escape: from themselves, from their families, from crappy circumstances. Some people run because they love feeling the wind on their face and the burn in their legs after the first 4 or 5 miles.
When I try to think about why I run, I have a hard time coming up with a solid answer. I started running for exercise. It started as a casual thing. I exercised (and still do) primarily to prevent heart disease. My father died of heart disease, which means it runs in my family, and it is the number one killer for women. It is also completely preventable. I may not be able to prevent cancer, but I decided early on that I most certainly would not die of heart disease.
So I exercised, went to the gym, ran 2 or 3 or 4 miles outside, but I needed some motivation - a goal that I could work towards. When a friend started talking about running a race, I let myself get roped into running a 1/2 marathon. I figured that was the farthest distance I would ever want to run, and all I wanted to do was to finish it. I did all of my training by myself, and I did finish it, in 27 degree weather, in a respectable 2 hours 27 minutes. In my first race, I had a respectable pace of about 11:19 per mile. I was proud of myself, but I also was really sick and tired of running. So, I stopped running for a few months, starting up again to run the Broad St Run last May. Everyone told me how much fun it was to run it, so I signed up. This time, I ran some of my runs with my sister, and I didn't hate it all quite so much. I enjoyed the feeling running gave me, the sense of accomplishment I had when I was done running. I liked running races and having a goal to work for. I liked running, but I still did not love it.
I ran casually on the treadmill and outside during the winter, not really enjoying it because treadmills are miserable and so is freezing cold weather. Then, in January, I joined a running MeetUp group. I started running more than ever- about 20 miles a week. I loved running with others, found myself running farther and faster, and loved getting up (even on the weekends!) to go for the runs. I love running. Something clicked in the past few months, and now I honestly love running. So much so that I am probably going to train for the Philadelphia Marathon in November. A marathon! I never thought that I would run a marathon, that I would want to run one.
But as it turns out, I love the way I feel, how it makes me look, how much healthier my heart and cholesterol is (!), the high that I can get when I get that extra burst of energy in the middle of the run, when I feel as if I could run to China and back, and I love the calm and clarity I get when I'm done. I feel accomplished, and I love that you can always push to run farther or faster - it is (almost) impossible to reach a point where you can't keep improving. I don't run to escape myself or my life. I am very satisfied with both. I run to gain clarity, to be healthy, to push myself. It's becoming one of my passions. Running makes me a better person: physically, emotionally, and mentally.
That's why I run.
I believe in the runner's high, and I believe that those who are passionate about running are the ones who experience it to the fullest degree possible. To me, the runner's high is a sensational reaction to a great run! It's an exhilarating feeling of satisfaction and achievement. It's like being on top of the world, and truthfully... there's nothing else quite like it! - Sasha Azevedo
Some people run for exercise, to lose weight and be healthy, but they hate every single step. Some people run to escape: from themselves, from their families, from crappy circumstances. Some people run because they love feeling the wind on their face and the burn in their legs after the first 4 or 5 miles.
When I try to think about why I run, I have a hard time coming up with a solid answer. I started running for exercise. It started as a casual thing. I exercised (and still do) primarily to prevent heart disease. My father died of heart disease, which means it runs in my family, and it is the number one killer for women. It is also completely preventable. I may not be able to prevent cancer, but I decided early on that I most certainly would not die of heart disease.
So I exercised, went to the gym, ran 2 or 3 or 4 miles outside, but I needed some motivation - a goal that I could work towards. When a friend started talking about running a race, I let myself get roped into running a 1/2 marathon. I figured that was the farthest distance I would ever want to run, and all I wanted to do was to finish it. I did all of my training by myself, and I did finish it, in 27 degree weather, in a respectable 2 hours 27 minutes. In my first race, I had a respectable pace of about 11:19 per mile. I was proud of myself, but I also was really sick and tired of running. So, I stopped running for a few months, starting up again to run the Broad St Run last May. Everyone told me how much fun it was to run it, so I signed up. This time, I ran some of my runs with my sister, and I didn't hate it all quite so much. I enjoyed the feeling running gave me, the sense of accomplishment I had when I was done running. I liked running races and having a goal to work for. I liked running, but I still did not love it.
I ran casually on the treadmill and outside during the winter, not really enjoying it because treadmills are miserable and so is freezing cold weather. Then, in January, I joined a running MeetUp group. I started running more than ever- about 20 miles a week. I loved running with others, found myself running farther and faster, and loved getting up (even on the weekends!) to go for the runs. I love running. Something clicked in the past few months, and now I honestly love running. So much so that I am probably going to train for the Philadelphia Marathon in November. A marathon! I never thought that I would run a marathon, that I would want to run one.
But as it turns out, I love the way I feel, how it makes me look, how much healthier my heart and cholesterol is (!), the high that I can get when I get that extra burst of energy in the middle of the run, when I feel as if I could run to China and back, and I love the calm and clarity I get when I'm done. I feel accomplished, and I love that you can always push to run farther or faster - it is (almost) impossible to reach a point where you can't keep improving. I don't run to escape myself or my life. I am very satisfied with both. I run to gain clarity, to be healthy, to push myself. It's becoming one of my passions. Running makes me a better person: physically, emotionally, and mentally.
That's why I run.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Spring
I just absolutely love spring. I love everything about it: sitting in the park, running in the warm weather, having to start wearing sunscreen, new flowers, green grass, buds on trees, leaves on trees, warm breezes. I just love it. For example, yesterday, I went to a bar crawl that benefited a bunch of charities. It was called the Bunny Hop. It was nice out, so people were spilling onto the sidewalks out of the bars. I went with a girl I met through my running group and a friend of hers. We had a really nice time, had 4 or 5 beers and dinner. I went home by 10:30 (started at 5:30!), but it was so nice out. Got to wear bunny ears. This is one of the reasons I love spring.
Partly due to the warm weather and partly due to the running group I joined (http://www.meetup.com/Run-like-a-Philly-Girl/), I have been running a lot lately! This week, I have already run 17 miles, and I am also running on Sunday. Last week, I ran 18 miles. The week before that, I ran 20 miles. I am getting faster, running farther, recovering from longer runs far more quickly. And I am thinking about training for the Philadelphia Marathon in November. Actually, as long as I have girls from my running group willing to train with me, I'm 90% sure that I'll do it. Broad St first week in May, ODDyssey half marathon the last week in May, and the full in November. Looks like this is going to be the year, folks.
Despite the recent rain, my self esteem issues, and overall gloomy disposition, the weather (and the fact that I had off work for the past few days really helped my mood. Part of my issue, according to my roommate, is that I am "serial dating." This is what match.com does to you. You meet all of these nice guys, but none of them are quite right for you. Nothing is really wrong with them, and nothing is certainly wrong with you, but since none of them are "the one", if you even believe in that sort of thing, it gets to you. After awhile, you meet so many guys, that they all sort of blend together and you get tired of meeting guy after guy. I guess I don't really know what I'm looking for - but I'm pretty sure that I'll know when I find it. I'm not looking for my husband, but I want to spend time getting to know and dating someone who I have all of those different types of chemistry with. I get that you don't always know that on the first date, but I think that by the second or third date, you do. Does anyone disagree?
Regardless of all that, the sun came out and I decided to press on. So, I met a guy for lunch on Thursday. We ate at a table outside at Moriarty's. Nice guy. Beautiful day. Volunteered for two years in Micronesia with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps. He taught high school there. He hates running but likes to bike. I hate biking but like to run. (Sounds like a match made in heaven, right?) He is graduating soon with an MS in Counseling, but he doesn't really have any idea what he wants to do when he graduates. I appreciate the fact that he is keeping his options open, but 27 is a little too old to just be hanging out waiting for life to happen. It certainly is not a deal breaker, and I liked him enough to go out with him again. Actually, I liked him more than most of the guys that I have met so far. It's a little intriguing - the fact that is totally calm and comfortable with the fact that in a month in a half, he has no idea what he will be doing. We each had two beers, and when I left and was trying to go look at an apartment - I found myself seriously tipsy.
I am moving (on June 1st)! I submitted my rental application and go Tuesday to give him my first month's rent!! I found a studio apartment on Spruce St between 15th and 16th for $775, which includes heat. I really like it! I looked at some other places in the past few days, mostly because I had off which made it really easy to schedule appointments. I like this one the most, and it's a good deal that will be snatched up quickly, so I took it! It's in my price range, which is great and in a fabulous location. It's pretty big, and they are redoing the kitchen and bathroom, which is awesome. There is a closet with built in shelves, hard wood floors.... I'm happy! It's actually the building that my sister's ex-gf just moved into. I double and triple checked with her that it wasn't weird that I was moving there, and she is totally cool with it. It makes it easy on my sister - that way she will be able to visit me and her kitties (who are living with the ex-gf) at the same time!! I'm excited to move into my own place right in Center City. I don't have that much stuff to begin with, so it's not a big deal that it's a smaller space. I'll post some pictures when I take them.
Tomorrow, Jess and I are going to Cape May on an adventure! I have never been there before, and I am pretty excited. On the agenda is stopping to buy a camera on the way! :)
Partly due to the warm weather and partly due to the running group I joined (http://www.meetup.com/Run-like-a-Philly-Girl/), I have been running a lot lately! This week, I have already run 17 miles, and I am also running on Sunday. Last week, I ran 18 miles. The week before that, I ran 20 miles. I am getting faster, running farther, recovering from longer runs far more quickly. And I am thinking about training for the Philadelphia Marathon in November. Actually, as long as I have girls from my running group willing to train with me, I'm 90% sure that I'll do it. Broad St first week in May, ODDyssey half marathon the last week in May, and the full in November. Looks like this is going to be the year, folks.
Despite the recent rain, my self esteem issues, and overall gloomy disposition, the weather (and the fact that I had off work for the past few days really helped my mood. Part of my issue, according to my roommate, is that I am "serial dating." This is what match.com does to you. You meet all of these nice guys, but none of them are quite right for you. Nothing is really wrong with them, and nothing is certainly wrong with you, but since none of them are "the one", if you even believe in that sort of thing, it gets to you. After awhile, you meet so many guys, that they all sort of blend together and you get tired of meeting guy after guy. I guess I don't really know what I'm looking for - but I'm pretty sure that I'll know when I find it. I'm not looking for my husband, but I want to spend time getting to know and dating someone who I have all of those different types of chemistry with. I get that you don't always know that on the first date, but I think that by the second or third date, you do. Does anyone disagree?
Regardless of all that, the sun came out and I decided to press on. So, I met a guy for lunch on Thursday. We ate at a table outside at Moriarty's. Nice guy. Beautiful day. Volunteered for two years in Micronesia with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps. He taught high school there. He hates running but likes to bike. I hate biking but like to run. (Sounds like a match made in heaven, right?) He is graduating soon with an MS in Counseling, but he doesn't really have any idea what he wants to do when he graduates. I appreciate the fact that he is keeping his options open, but 27 is a little too old to just be hanging out waiting for life to happen. It certainly is not a deal breaker, and I liked him enough to go out with him again. Actually, I liked him more than most of the guys that I have met so far. It's a little intriguing - the fact that is totally calm and comfortable with the fact that in a month in a half, he has no idea what he will be doing. We each had two beers, and when I left and was trying to go look at an apartment - I found myself seriously tipsy.
I am moving (on June 1st)! I submitted my rental application and go Tuesday to give him my first month's rent!! I found a studio apartment on Spruce St between 15th and 16th for $775, which includes heat. I really like it! I looked at some other places in the past few days, mostly because I had off which made it really easy to schedule appointments. I like this one the most, and it's a good deal that will be snatched up quickly, so I took it! It's in my price range, which is great and in a fabulous location. It's pretty big, and they are redoing the kitchen and bathroom, which is awesome. There is a closet with built in shelves, hard wood floors.... I'm happy! It's actually the building that my sister's ex-gf just moved into. I double and triple checked with her that it wasn't weird that I was moving there, and she is totally cool with it. It makes it easy on my sister - that way she will be able to visit me and her kitties (who are living with the ex-gf) at the same time!! I'm excited to move into my own place right in Center City. I don't have that much stuff to begin with, so it's not a big deal that it's a smaller space. I'll post some pictures when I take them.
Tomorrow, Jess and I are going to Cape May on an adventure! I have never been there before, and I am pretty excited. On the agenda is stopping to buy a camera on the way! :)
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