Professional Blogging

DID YOU KNOW: self-employed (full-time) bloggers "take in between $2,000 and $10,000 a month from ad sales."

How come my guidance counselor never informed me of this when I was picking my career path back in High School?

BeerGoogle

So I thought I was being creative last night and had this great idea to start a website called Beergoogle.com for Blogers to start a community for random drinking stories about bad dates...a pun on the phrase Beer Goggles hindering you from making good decisions or avoiding wacky situations ending in bad dates. It would be a forum to tell stories, post randomness, and search places in your area to have good and bad first dates (where the googling comes in.....)

To my surprise someone already bought the site but is not using it .... That Bastard!

To an even larger surprise I happened to type the key words Beer Google into Google and found that is an actual term coined in the urban dictionary, who knew!

beer-google (verb) :
To search the Google directory for somebody one just met, especially while under the influence of alcohol. Related to Beer-goggle
Ex: I was so taken by that actress I met in the bar that I beer-googled her as soon as I got home. I think might have accidentally posted a love note on her family blog before passing out.

Turning the corner

I was in the coffee shop the other day and there were a bunch of obnoxious people having mimosas and being stupid drunks....when I heard the guy next to me mumble "it looks like they are turning the corner". At first I wasn't sure what he said but they he proceeded to explain it to the girl next to him who must have looked just as confused. Turning the corner as in they are just carrying on the stupid behavior and drunkenness from the night before.....

I like that phrase and I think I am going to try to incorporate it into my every day vocabulary now.

Cable Car Propositions

So a while back my old boss told me that she read an article in the paper on the most desirable men amongst the mass transportation drivers are the cable car drivers. It proceeded to explain how they get all the ladies in San Francisco....I was like is this for real?!?

I have googled any possible combinations of words to find this article and nothing yet....but I think I lived it a few times (once a while back I was asked to on a dinner date by and old man driving the cable car on my way home from work) but yesterday I think I got the all time proposition made....

I was wearing flip flops and he told me my feet looked so cute and could he eat them up......um sure no problem ... there's nothing strange about that.

As the saying goes....

What comes around goes around!

So being the instigator that I am I had decorated one of my coworkers offices extensively when he was away on vacation photoshop'in all kinds of photos of him etc.

Upon my return to work today they go be back....and they did a fabulous job I must add.

In the spirit of my vacation being gone in Egypt they covered my entire office from floor to ceiling (including covering my entire desk, book shelves, bulletin board etc) in hieroglyphics and one giant Cartouce with a secret message to me on it.  The picture doesn't justify or give enough credit it as it's hard to see but basically all the white is very detailed papers with millions of hieroglyphic characters on it.....

Take a look. I must give them a round of applause for a job well done!

National Man Up Day

Ok I just got off the phone with my East Coast Sista and we have decided it is National Man Up Day.  

For all the Dbags out there please read her blog posting :)

Wandering, pondering and living in New York City: The Typical Guy Story

Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Tootles!

Catch 22 of the Day

Ok so coming off of vacation and doing what I love most, traveling, I am having withdrawals and tempted to find a nice rich man to marry so I can just travel the world and quit working. 

Sounds coushy right!?!

Here's the Catch of the Day: 

Marry rich and I would be bored (not to mention these days it typically takes 2 incomes to raise a family and survive the world...let alone the damn gas prices)

But if you become a career women and hard worker men are scared to date you and intimated by the fact that you could be a strong independent business savvy woman with an idea or thought in your head. 

So what shall it be tonight: Bass or the Bluefin Tuna

Egyptian Adventures

I am back in the states from my trip to Egypt. 

Check it out:

http://travelwithstephanie.blogspot.com/

One More Heart before I hit the road

Ok well went for a walk as I anxiously sit and await to leave for my trip to Egypt. One more heart to add to my findings in San Francisco.

Song of the Night

Take Notes

Today I had the most boring and tedious days ever. I just completed a horrific audit at work having to look up about 600 guest room reservations, one by one. SO BORING and DULL!

I came across a reservation and when I opened the folio it had the following request on his profile comments: "Please place rose petals on bed and in room".

MEN OUT THERE, TAKE NOTES!

Search for heart(s)

So I had this strange urge not to long ago that I wanted to go on a search and trek around the city to find all the hearts in their unique surroundings and show and tell of artistic stories.  

Since I got to play tourist this weekend I started my journey and will post all the stops along my search for all the hearts left in San Francisco.

                                                   

Poetic Moments In The City

So I just had a fabulous weekend with my best friend who came to visit San Francisco for the first time.  As we explored and walked through the city streets we stumbled upon a creative soul trying to make a few dollars.

He sat along the side of the road writing poems on an old typewriter. He asks for a few key words that you want expressed and reaches into his brain and lets the fingers go to work. 

Here is his poem of inspiration to me:

"Dating in the city of sin is redundant as supposedly 

dating is based on old pre school systems of evolutionary development 

lets take our time get to know each others private apocalyptic 

or moments before, with ten minutes to die in

nobody dates the make frantic and furious, love of sex with the first and last available

absence as tho to will call its name

that's the ticket, that's the date of when the world  meets its maker

They see each other from across the street from Sodom Gomorra and a pillar of nostalgic salt"

Animals from birth

So I always like to ask the question….if you were an animal what animal do you think you most resemble personality-wise and why.

Last night in conversation with someone we came to a fascinating and twisted realization. From now on all women should say they are a Rooster.

You may ask why!?! Well as the old saying goes you are what you eat. Well turn it around and what you eat is what you are......

I thought it was funny! If you don't too bad :)

Online Schinanigans

Ok so it has been umpteen weeks since I last wrote. I guess just not motivated enough lately or maybe all together bored with my own dating life that hasn't excited me enough to write.  I have actually been contemplating changing the format of my blog just so I can write on more diverse topics and not bore you all with boy drama :) albeit entertaining at times.

But in the meantime I must bring my online dating world full circle.

So as some may know I have been on again off again with the online dating scene. Started with Jdate a few years back since I initially figured why not be selective if I am basically paying to pick ideal qualities and screen them online before even meeting the person. With little luck and a lot of busted dates I started to give up on the one thing I thought I could feel comfortable and safe with.  A friend convinced me to try a new avenue with Eharmony.  

Well let me tell you how I feel about Eharmony. You have just as much luck on being matched with Eharmony as you do getting an A on a College Exam where you fill in the scantron with the old gimick ABACADABA bubbles.  Not to mention I just found out that Eharmony had a law suit against it for being biased and judgemental against certain types of relationships and cultural/religious backgrounds. Yeah, that makes me feel comfortable with the pool of men on there and that they are all well rounded and accepting.  But all that aside, it's not like they even found matches remotely close to anything that suits me.  Maybe I am just doomed for online dating?!?

After getting frustrated with Eharmony I resorted back to my old ways and comfort levels bringing Jdate to a full circle. While just 'window shopping' as I call it (since I don't pay for a membership) I actually found a descent guy who I hit it off with so who knows...but all I know is he makes me feel happy inside once again! So regardless of all the busted dates and lame matches thus far if all else fails I can now say at least I know that there is somebody out there that can make me smile again from the inside (even if it is not this one).

Food for Thought

So I was walking to work and as usual there was a homeless man perched in his corner propped up against a hill getting some last minute shut eye before the traffic and city life got going.  As I got closer to approaching him I realized he has two large french breads surrounding him about 5 feet from his body. One would first think....if I were homeless I would be up eating that grub before the next hungry stomach comes along and snatches it. But then I realized he is a genius! 

He was using the bread as bait for the pigeons to eat so they wouldn't peck at him and bug him so he could get his last Z's in.  Who want's one of the world's dirtiest creatures poking at you  and in your personal space you share with the everyday common folk along the sidewalk. 

It got me thinking on my way down the hill....Now if only there were a form of bait to use to keep the dirty men away.... 

Age is just a number...

Some say age is just a number....why can't that be the truth. 

If age were just a number, I would not be concerned with dating my own age, younger or older. Most say it is just a number. But to all those Catherine Zeta Jones/Michael Douglas and Demi Moore/Ashton Kutcher relationships I say they see something most of us are missing, the maturity, experience, and grace that comes with age.  

Now, this isn't always the case as people don't always 'act' their age and sometimes are less or more mature so it is hard to pigeon hole people by a number; but for the most part I believe there should be ranges that categorize people with warning labels, like expiration labels on food (ie: expired, mature and ripe, childish not fully developed, & raw and will give you an upset stomach).  

Speaking of age and getting older, my birthday is just around the corner as I count only 4 years from being closer to a pact (one to which I definitely did not agree to) that scares me from turning another year older.  A friend whom constantly reminds me that at age 30 if I am still single I will marry him is now only 4 years away from this quote on quote 'agreement' becoming his reality (obviously not going to happen). But seriously, what is wrong with society that at a certain age you are not marketable anymore and unfit for marriage?

Number Games

I just battled out with a dear friend what most men and women consider the "3 day rule".  As he questions his manhood (that came from my mouth not his) and his cool-factor with the appropriate timing to call a girl he just met I want to smack him and all men, or should I say boys, that follow these pathetic games.

The Urban Dictionary beautifully defines the 3 day rule as "A rule used by douchebag  guys who think that waiting three days after a date to call means that the girl will want them more, when really it just pisses them off"  

Not only does he then go on to ask if it is ok for him to call on the 2nd day, but if calling before 5pm is alright.  SERIOUSLY?!? I proceeded with curiosity to ask why 5pm, why not now? His response was call at 11:49am? Not that he had something to do or appointments that keep him busy until 5pm which would make sense why he couldn't make a phone call to a girl that I am starting to already believe he's not that into.  

To my friend and all men out there who play this 3 day rule or any numbers game (including multiplying/dividing how many people you have slept with to mask the real number; men divide by three, woman multiply by 3) I say quit while you're ahead. What's wrong with being interested and calling when the person is on your mind, which is what I advised my friend to do. Call at 11:49am for crying out loud. For once you might actually impress a girl by letting her know you were thinking of her and couldn't wait to hear her voice again. Be real. Drop all the games. When people are real that is when you really find what you are looking for and not games to fill voids. 

Although don't take this literal declaration that games are not fun, intriguing, or exciting....I am just saying that games don't always lead to long term success because at one point in the game there is going to be a winner and a loser.  Since when have you watched a football game or baseball game where you go into the last quarter or inning with a tie and both teams decide hey lets shake on it and call it a day....Yeah I don't think so.  

Ex-Orcism

To all my single lady friends which is not many of you. In fact, I think I may be the only single one left...at least that is in the dating market (there are one or two that might be celebratory for the rest of their life. But hey, whatever floats your boat):

I just got a letter in the mail from my best friend back home and she sent me a clipping from a magazine she was reading in the airport the other week.

It was a list of "10 New Words for Women". The one she sent me was:
10. Ex-orcism: The will not to answer the phone when that guy from '05 calls at midnight.

I laughed so hard I nearly shed a tear as it brought back oh so many memories where I had to strain my little fingers from picking up the receiving line.

Mating Calls

Why do men find it necessary to holler, shout, and gauck at woman daily if not hourly.

I understand animals do not have a form of communication and in all honesty with the boardem that comes with being certain animals I would succumb to just shouting at something that looks doable and say HEY LADY!!! call it a night for a quickie and prance on into the field off on my own way.

But we were blessed with words and the gift of minds that let us process thoughts and express them. So to all you men out there why do you need to shout and say nasty things like we don't hear you or care.

I was attacked in Spanish today by a bunch of men yelling to each other "Hey....I Like what I see" Thank god for taking spanish in High School. I know what you are saying assholes!

Game On

After a hellish week I ended my Friday on a surprising note with an unexpected twist from the least expected person.  Not that this person isn't full of good things; in fact, just the opposite. As I was saying my good byes to a mutual friend and colleague his goodbye speech really struck a cord deep within to inspire me and knock me out of my negative mind set for the time being on a variation of personal topics.   

Lately, I really feel as if I have been hitting a brick wall or running right into one a full speed to be more direct.  I see it right in front of me but something doesn't stop me....I just keep gunning for it. Fall. Get up. Do it again.  I sit here and preach on how it would be nice to teach the 'old dogs new tricks'. Not to discredit myself as I still think I rock as an individual, but since nobody is perfect I realized today there is still a lot I can learn in life from simple little things people say and do in passing. 

The inspiration speech was a twist off the book "If Life Was A Game These Are The Rules". Rule: "There" is no better then "Here"

I realized I really need to start living more for the here, otherwise I will hit the same brick wall without ever trying new alleys and new brick walls.  I am a very forward, adventurous, outgoing individual and see great things for myself and know I deserve the best. But why is it that I let myself get stuck with these feelings sometimes that I don't have the strength to push through on and prefer to moan and groan on the "There" and not the "Here".  

I think I need to start pushing more for the "Here" and maybe it will get me "There" that much faster and be able to embrace what I have been yearning for so long.  

Last Rule: Once you have learned all the rules, you will forget, and have to learn them all over again.

Simple Guilty Pleasures

This past weekend was one of the best Sunday's I have had in a really long time. It started with brunch and mimosas with 2 great girlfriends in the city. After some bubbly we somehow stumbled upon the topic of what your favorites are in life (not naming people, relationships or places). We were on a roll so we took the topic of conversation to the local coffee shop where we continued jotting our thoughts down. 
In no particular order here are the top 25 for the day (as we decided since they are spur of the moment favorites we can change them daily if we want....just because we can) 

I actually find it my personal form of meditation as I have never been one that can sit still and focus without having my brain go a million miles.  Meditating is supposed to ground you and find what basics in life are really of value to you and get you more focused on the positve.  I have been reading the book “Eat Pray Love” and I am on the secition where the main characer goes to India to meet the Ashram and voage on to find her true self and meditate with the locals. The sad thing is I can’t even focus on the chapters where someone else meditates.

Thus, I have found this Sunday as my form of meditation that brought me back to planet earth with out thinking about a care in the world. I felt like I was in another place and having an outer body experience while enjoying myself and finding what makes me happy in life not even once pondering on the stresses and that cause me so much angst and discomfort with life.

I highly suggest this as it really helps bring you back to “you” when you are having a rough day or week.

** Note #5 and #19 have been replaced with code to keep it PC incase the parental’s are reading. If you know me you know what I am referring to **


 1. Philz Coffee made by Jacob

2.  Cookie dough Ice Cream

3.  Pedicures

4.  The smell of laundry and morning air

5.  5

6. Jewelry and Accessories

7. Wine and Cheese

8. Laughing

9. Massages

10. The Beach

11. Traveling

12. Fireman

13. Men who wear glasses

14.  Dancing

15. Photography

16. Dogs

17. Sushi

18. Campfires

19. Repeat 5 In the AM

20. An entire night out without having to buy a single drink

21.  Foreign Accents

22.  Ice Tea Spoons

23. Clean Shaven Legs

24. Napping in the sun

25. Waterfalls

 

Eight for '08

This whole idea of journaling is quite foreign to me as I am not so fond of writing and or can typically keep up with more then a few days before I quit.  However, as I mentioned before the conceptional idea of this "black book" actually started with a little seed my father planted in my head. This seed was to grow and blossom into what I call my project "Eight for '08".  

At first, it started as a joke after what some may call a break up but I call it my typical magic disappearing act.  By disappearing act I mean the closure that one never truly gets from a relationship because the guy just decides on his own clock that something was just not jiving for him so he ups and leaves with no conversation or signal that this was coming.  You may think why I use the word typical...well that is because this is how the majority of my "relationships" end, leaving me in the dark.   

I was dating this guy and I say 'guy' loosely because he was by no means yet a man in my book.  After about 2 1/2 months he decided to slow things down with a text message and then fade off into the distance. I was quite upset, confused, and sad for a few reasons besides the fact that I really liked him and thought things were looking good.  My dad tried cheering me up as any great father wants his daughter to be happy in life. He exclaimed to me over a phone venting session on men and my new dating scene in San Francisco that I need to just get myself out there to meet more people as it is the only way to find the one that is right for you. He told me he wanted me to date 8 men by the end of the year. At first we both laughed but then after thinking about the idea it only made sense....I mean standing still never really got anyone anywhere now did it?  Mind you it was probably around the end of August leaving me with 4 to 5 months to complete this task and the scoreboard reading a sorry 1 for 8 right now.  

Don't worry I am not a shy girl and managed to have quite the dating frenzy for quite some time. In fact, I went on 2 dates in one day once (lunch and dinner).  Now it seems easy to say date 8 men in 5 months but I also didn't want to just date for the sake of dating so I was trying to find some real prospects out there that would turn into a relationship and allow me to put this laundry list of men on the back burner. There were a few dates that only lasted 1 to 3 dates before ending and a few that lasted a few months (I know shocker!).  It became a running joke with some of my friends, so much to the point that the men began to have code names in the stories to keep them straight.  I might get more in depth one day in the future should I chose to dive into the deep darkness of the past dating life. But for now I will keep it simple at there were some that I just looked at and knew it wasn't going to work for me and there were some that I still think of today as much as it hurts.  Unfortunately, for many reasons love did not prevail, but I almost made it all the way to my goal. 

Oh well I guess it was more like Seven in '07.

For some they feel it was a shallow and materialistic view on dating as "love will find you when you are least expecting it". However, it definitely got my wheels turning and made me come to realize and learn a lot about myself and what I am looking for in a man, a relationship, and what makes me "me".  Some things I have come to terms with (I think I knew some of these norms before but didn't really ever practice them or make them a standard in my dating life)

• Be true to yourself, and when you are you will attract those that appreciate and see the little things in life that you are worth loving for.
  
• Listen to the subtle queues of dating in the beginning ( Oh do I have some funny stories on this one....well they didn't seem so funny back then but in reflection are quite comical). 
  
• Don't say never. You never know when you may break your own exceptions and thoughts about yourself.  
  
• Sexual and physical chemistry DOES matter and it doesn't make you  a shallow person to think so.
  
• Online chemistry does not equal In-person chemistry
  
• You deserve a Fucking phone call!
  

The Beginning

Well this blog originally was going to be the chalkboard for my epilogue of the humorous, tragic and enlightening stories of the dating world for a single girl in the city. After a few cocktails and venting sessions with a good friend I came to realize it is probably not in my best interest to write from my little black book as we all know nothing is completely anonymous on the web no matter how hard you try.  Not that my black book consists of any man bashing stories or hateful and derogatory banter, but as it is clear that I am still single I do not want to chance of immersing fear, hate, or misguided thoughts into any future prospects that lie ahead for me. 

Thus, I sit here to merely reflect on my daily contemplations as I “walk it out” through life on my journey of self-exploration.