Dating Disasters

36erbh Dating DisastersThe spring of my 19th year was interesting to say the least.  I was going to meet my future husband that summer, but I had no idea.  I would go out with friends and meet all types of people.  I enjoyed the fact that I was a woman, and that meant power.  I would date and dump as quickly as I started.  I was THAT GIRL who wouldn’t return phone calls (hangs head in shame). There is a whole host of stories I can tell you about that time, but today we are going to talk about my worst date ever.

I was 19 and went out with a guy that was older than me.  Being the typical gal, I always liked to date older, because I was too mature for guys my age.  One night I met (lets call him Kevin).  Kevin told me he was attracted to me.  He asked for my number.  I gave it to him, though to this day I don’t know why. I wasn’t attracted to him in any way.  He was sweet though.  He set up a date and said he would plan it.  That is when the adventure started.

When he arrived, the first words out of his mouth were about his new car.  Apparently he had just bought a new Chevy Cavalier.  Kevin informed me it was better than mine, because it was the newer body style.  Then we walked to the car.  I have always expected my dates to be gentlemen, so I waited to see if he would open my door.  No.  I thought to myself: It’s okay.  He was a nice guy the other day. A door doesn’t define him. 

Kevin drove, showing off his car, until we pulled up to Arby’s.  I hesitated, because no man had ever taken me to a fast food restaurant for dinner.  I went ahead and followed him in.  He walked up to the counter and ordered two Arby’s sandwiches, two orders of curly fries, and the biggest Coke they had.  I was puzzled, but assumed he was trying to show off by ordering for me.  He pulled out his wallet to pay and then turned to me and said, “Oh, did you want something?”  I was mad at this point.  I had always been treated like a lady. I was young enough that I didn’t say anything.  If it were me now, I would have totally called a cab. I just said, “No thank you” and sat down.

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It’s all for me!

My internal dialogue was going haywire.  Well, you will show him.  He will never ever get a second date with you. Well… you know very well that he wouldn’t have. It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t know that. You’re a lady and he is not treating you as such.  I looked up and saw that he had Arby’s sauce dripping down both arms.  I pushed the napkins toward him and he stuck his tongue out and licked his arms.  I threw-up in my mouth a little. Did I mention he was about 100 lbs soaking wet?

I said something about needing to get home, and he said he had a movie planned for the date.  I said I wasn’t sure I had time.  He said we did if we rushed and shoved the entire half of the second sandwich in his mouth and ran to the car. I followed reluctantly and we drove to the theater.  We got out of the car and he ran in front of me.  The only possible reason to try to get in front of me for the movie tickets would be to pay, right? No.  He just wanted to be first.  He got a ticket to George of the Jungle.  I wasn’t interested in seeing it, but at the point, I gave up. I just got my ticket and went in.

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I don’t know why I am single

He pointed to the video games and suggested we go play until the movie started.  I told him I didn’t want to play.  He ran over to play by himself. I sat on the bench far away.  I heard my name and looked up.  He was calling me.  He begged me to come play.  Told me it was a two player game.  Had stacks and stacks of quarters lined up.  I told him no thank you.  He asked me again.  He said it was part of the date.  I gave in, reluctantly, and walked up to the game.  I held out my hand for a quarter.  He said, “Put your quarter in.” I informed him that I didn’t have any quarters.  He sighed loudly and said, “Well you can use one of mine and pay me back later.”  To which I replied, “No. You can take me home.”

He drove me home talking incessantly while I said nothing.  You see, had he known I wasn’t going to stay for the movie, he would have taken me home earlier.  When we pulled into the driveway, I jumped out as quickly as possible and raced toward the door.  Much to my chagrin, he followed in hot pursuit   He put his arm around me and said, “Why the hurry?”  Then leaned in for a kiss. I told him I respected myself more than that.  He said he understood and when could we schedule our next date.  I said, “Yeah… never.” And went inside.

My date later that night was much more generous.  ;)



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Burn Baby Burn

The Lady or Not news team has discovered that there has been a rash of ugly sweaters invading the United States.  We fear that the sweaters are targeting newly single men between the ages of 35 and 50.  It is sad, but true.  I am unsure if it’s that their ex-wives stole all their decent clothing, or cast some sort of magic spell with settings to hideous.

Now first is Rod, sweet Rod.  His bicycle built for two rejected him because of his sweater status.   I told him that when a shirt/sweater fits properly, the seams should touch your shoulders.  His defense was that his soon to be ex-wife’s dead uncle gave it to him.  He liked it.  Let me give you a little taste of the sweater:

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I got you babe

Notice the beautiful doo doo brown color. The shedding threads only make the sweater more appealing to the ladies.  He is walking down the road, and the women swoon when they see him in this sweater. He is only allowed to wear it when he has smelling salts in his pocket.  I’ll let you in on a little secret ladies: pull on the string and the whole thing unravels.  Then you can see his pasty washboard abs.  And by washboard, I mean boney. icon wink Burn Baby Burn

Jason was here this weekend.  He came out in a sweater that I am sure he purchased at a thrift shop.  I told him 1980 called and wanted its sweater back.  He said that it was his favorite sweater and that I didn’t know what I was talking about.  When I posted the picture of he and the sock monkey, I felt vindicated because Stephanie (click her blog here) asked him if Bill Cosby knew he had his sweater.  I love that gal, great minds… Then it dawned on me, that is why his favorite song is Thrift Shop.

When I took him out to lunch to meet a girlfriend of mine, he wore that sweater. She later told me he was really nice, but I needed to get him to burn the sweater. He laughed and said, “I like it.  Yes the sweater is bad, but I am hot enough to pull it off.” So without further ado:

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I’m too sexy for my sweater


So I beg of you my dear readers… I implore you… to please ask these well meaning but fashion-challenged men to burn these hideous monstrosities.  Thanks.



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Gentleman or Not… Here I Stay! #7: Becca the Bad Hostess

So, I spent Christmas back home in Georgia with my family and then flew to Texas to spend the week of New Year’s with Becca and her (hypothetical) family. Becca is staring at me on webcam and says I can’t write about anything that she already has or wants to on here, so I guess I’ll just talk about what a terrible hostess she is. Really, it’s a good thing that hypothetical family has her back or else Social Services would be stepping in on behalf of her neglected house guests.

First of all, the place was a pig sty. Obviously Becca did not wake up by 10 am  Gentleman or Not... Here I Stay! #7: Becca the Bad Hostessthe last time the cleaning ladies tried to come in. The place was littered everywhere with gifts for me. Also there was a coffeemaker out with a new bag of coffee, even though no one else there but me drinks coffee. This was a profound disappointment because I was really expecting that new Keurig be set up for just me. To make matters worse, I was practically starving to death because even though she went to great effort to make full fried chicken and turkey dinners my first two nights there, she inexplicably failed to make dessert.

To add insult to injury, Becca refused to indulge my introverted homebody tendencies by dragging me out almost every night and forcing me to have fun. In fact, despite her own rule that “there will be no fun in this house!” there constantly is which shows you the great lack of discipline there. She made me dance on New Year’s Eve and listen to live music while drinking in the bars on 2012 09 09+21.17.36 Gentleman or Not... Here I Stay! #7: Becca the Bad HostessSixth Street in downtown Austin. She compelled me to accompany her family to a restaurant on a clifftop with a stunning view of sunset over a sprawling lake and to see The Hobbit as well and furthermore wrecked my fragile male ego by insisting they pay for everything.

You just obviously cannot trust this woman, especially if she tells you there are no laughs or fun to be had. So beware if you should ever find yourself made a “guest” in her beautiful home. She may just force you to relax in a recliner while watching a 100″ TV and some of us just aren’t built to be coddled like that.

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Snootchie bootchies!




WTF Friday #21

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In the News:

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Man… I thought the plane was following me because I am so hot!

Ever try to see your house while flying on an airplane? Well recently a pilot was flying a plane over his home and he spotted a truck in his driveway. He hovered over his home and watched the guy try to break in. When the thief left he followed him in the air while calling the police. (Source)



Video of the week:

Sort It Out

Is there anything in the world less fun than sorting socks?  Well sure there is, but for today’s blogging purpose, there isn’t?

When I was a little girl my sister and had to do the laundry and we would sit there forever trying to sort whose of the four girls was whose. I would just pretend to be sorting and let my sisters do it and then take the leftovers and put them loose into my drawers.

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Not my family

Then, I grew up and finagled to get my husband to do the laundry.  So still, no sorting socks.  We have a system.  Buy all the socks in the house exactly the same brand and type.  Then put a tiny basket between the washer and dryer and dump all the socks in it.  Then make the hypothetical kids go laundry basket diving every day.  Of course, they are welcome to sort socks if they dislike this method of laundry.  This does lead to a lot of missing mom and dad socks, but it is pretty cute to see my eight-year-old trying to put his shoes on with giant socks on.  They both wear the same size socks as me.

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Really, I think sock-sorting is a metaphor for the way I live my life. Reach your hand in and take what ya get.  Embrace them, don’t keep searching for the right match. I challenge you to have a socky adventure. Today, I am going introduce you to Ms. Socksy.  I tried to get her picture but she wouldn’t quit humping Jason’s neck.

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Don’t Read This Post, You Don’t Care

Today I write this post from my breakfast room table while sitting next to Jason.  He and I, coincidentally, are wearing matching t-shirts.  Well, mine has the logo written across my boobs in sparkles, his doesn’t.  I think he is a little jealous. I have no idea what to write about, so I will write about him being here to visit.

First, he got in Friday afternoon with a HUGE bag.  I swear, he packed like a girl.  The bag was heavy, plus he had his computer bag.  I brought him back to the house, where my little man (who has a man crush on him) proceeded to say, “Where are my presents and when are you going to open yours?”  Jason stared off into space while I told my kid it was rude. Then we showed him around the house.  His bag was so heavy he had a difficult time getting it up the stairs.

8336838890 f90efd16ca h Dont Read This Post, You Dont CareHe came downstairs and made friends with the doggies.  My evil dog, Bella, fell madly in love with him and I think proposed marriage.  For her honor, I challenged him to a duel of arm wrestlin’ where he hardly beat me.  I think he cheated but that is a story for another day.   I did tell him he would have to sleep outside and not get to visit if he didn’t relinquish the betrothal.  He stared off into space and then gave in to my demands.

Later, I force fed him gruel and slop.  He complained the entire time because he is a super picky eater.  I swear, never invite the guy to your house.  He demanded a Christmas stocking full of stuff and presents: shoes, three shirts, jeans, and a dog toy. Then he insisted that I hand out gifts for us.  He was so rude by giving me a freaking crap load of gifts: Coke Santa Dont Read This Post, You Dont CareA shirt, a collectors edition of one of my favorite books, a cup, a daily journal, the family a collectors soda, my hypothetical son his special baseball cards from childhood, and my hypothetical daughter an MP3 player.  I thought it was very rude that he didn’t get me any diamonds.  Plus he didn’t buy my husband that Porsche he wanted. You would think with the all the big bucks in taxes I pay for teachers, he would at least try to be generous.

More stories to come!




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Lady or Not… Here I Come’s Rules for Resolutions feels obligated to give you advice for setting your resolutions for 2013.  While we strongly advise you to take this advice, we will not force our will on you.


Lady or Not… Here I Come’s Rules for Resolutions:

1.  Don’t set resolutions.

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Happy New Year,


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Dear Jeremy

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Dear Jeremy,
I needed to go shopping so I asked my crush to give me a ride. I was so nervous that when he asked me where I was I spurted out the first thing I saw, which came out like “I’m at the Super Lube”. I was so embarrassed I hung up the phone and called a cab. How do I make things right? ~ Not Too Slick


Dear Slick,

You have an incredible opportunity here that you shouldn’t pass up. Do this right and you will know for sure whether your crush likes you. Since you were in the middle of talking to him on the phone, asking him to pick you up, and then the phone suddenly cut off and he didn’t hear from you again, there’s a good chance he thinks you were kidnapped. To sell this, go to your house, break a window, and throw your furniture all over of the place to indicate a struggle. You will need to go into hiding for a while just in case he called the police. After a day, get a man to call him and say that if he ever wants to see you again, he must pay a ransom. Be sure not to go overboard with the ransom. If you ask for $1 million and he works at K-Mart, he’s going to realize that he can’t help you. As a general rule of thumb, the ransom should be 5 years’ salary of the person making the payment. If he agrees to pay the ransom, it’s true love. Ask him out after you are “set free.” As a bonus, you have some extra spending money! If he scoffs at the ransom, it was never meant to be. Forget about him and move on. Before you do, though, fire a gun once before hanging up so he has to live with the guilt of your “murder.”

Dear Jeremy,
My cleaning lady keeps insisting on coming at 10 am when I am sleeping.  Plus my kids’ school wants me to go on drug free walks in the morning.  Why the hell is everyone trying to mess with my sleep? ~ Lazy Texan


Dear Texan,

The school clearly doesn’t really care about being drug free. If you are going to go on walks in the morning, you’re going to have to load up on espresso, lattes, or whatever your caffeinated beverage of choice. Doing so repeatedly leads to chemical dependence few are able to break. So tell them they’re hypocrites and drug pushers and skip the walks. As for the cleaning lady, if you make her live-in help, you won’t have to let her in. The same goes for any maids with good burglary skills.

Dear Jeremy,

 My best friend and I are madly in love with each other.  I don’t think my wife would be okay with that. What should I do? ~ Conflicted Lover


Dear Lover,

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This isn’t the threesome I had in mind.

A lot of people miss out on the joys of life simply because they’re afraid to ask questions. You don’t “think” your wife would be okay with that? Well, find out. The easiest way is to broach the subject casually. The next time you’re watching the threesome scene in Wild Things, just casually say “that’s so weird, because those two were like, really good friends. Wouldn’t it be weird to have a threesome with your best friend, you know, like if you and I had sex with (insert friend name here)?” Then wait for the response. If she slaps you or gags, it’s time to cut your losses. Instead of hooking up with your friend, just settle for texting her pictures of your penis like the rest of us. If she does anything other than get angry or act repulsed, you have a chance to convince her. When trying to persuade her, remember that subtlety is key and that the Jedi Mind Trick isn’t real (that misconception has led to many divorces).

Dear Jeremy,
When my husband chews his teeth hit together like a horse chomping.  He chews with his mouth closed but I can still hear it. Do you have any advice on how to make his chewing more quiet? ~ Cringing at the Table


Dear Cringing,

I believe the word you’re looking for is “quieter.”


Dear Jeremy,

Fine, quieter – whatever. Can you answer the damn question? ~ Cringing at the Table


Dear Cringing,

Eliminate solid food from his diet and only feed him liquids. Tell him that because of your colectomy, you can no longer eat solid food, and it would pain you to see him enjoying food you can’t eat. If he is remotely sensitive, he will agree to share your new diet. The hardest part is convincing him you had a colectomy. If you have a friend who’s a surgeon, get fake prescriptions and post-op medical supplies. Be sure to act like you’re in constant pain, especially when you walk or sit. As a last resort, consider getting a colectomy. Surgeons on the black market will do it no questions asked, but few accept health insurance.

Dear Jeremy,
I have a crush on this guy. He is sorta shy and I am not. Should I ask him out? ~ Pushy Pam


Dear Pam,

No. You’ll just scare him. Shy guys are intimidated by aggressive girls; also by family-style restaurants, but that’s a different topic. Instead, do everything in your power to make him like you. Learn his interests and pretend to be interested in the same things. Laugh at his jokes, but make sure you don’t mistake brooding with deadpan humor. Stalk him and randomly show up at the same places. Pretend you like his friends, even if they’re annoying. If none of that works, show a lot of cleavage, “catch” him staring, and instead of getting upset, smile at him. If that doesn’t work, set him up with your friend Javier at the coffee shop instead.

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I hate my job.  I shouldn’t complain because I have a job but it sucks.  I have to work sometimes 80 hour weeks and don’t know what I am doing half the time.  The funny thing is that my boss loves me.  She thinks I hung the moon. I want to quit but I haven’t found another job yet.  Any advice on how to get a better job? ~ Job Seeker


Dear Seeker,

You hate your job? Wow. I’m sorry, I just don’t have any advice for that. This is the first time I’ve heard of such a problem.


If you have any questions for Jeremy that you would like his advice on, please feel free to email them to Becca. Title the email “Dear Jeremy” and sent to

Gentleman or Not… Here I Stay #7: Bro Date Consummated

You will have to forgive me for not having too much to say this Sunday. I am a-quiver with excitement Because today I am flying to Texas to spend most of the week with Becca and her hypothetical family.  But it has been a week of meetings for me, as you know if you read last week’s Gentleman or Not post, “Bro Date.”

The “Bro Date” really did go down! I drove hours upon hours– okay, half of one– to downtown Denver to the Greyhound Bus Station. Rod had to foresight to schedule his stop on Sunday, when parking meters downtown are free. I know he did that all for me, bless his heart. I don’t mean “bless his heart” as in he’s not bright, because Rod may actually be as smart as me. (Only Becca is allowed to be smarter than me… of course…) I mean, he’s just one really nice guy to arrange his whole trip for the sake of meeting yours truly. I’m sure once he actually did meet me he realized the privilege was all his, but that is another matter.

The Greyhound station in downtown Denver is both a haven for urban camping and curiously situated across the street from the Ritz Carlton. Maybe the urban campers are those who couldn’t pay their bill at the Ritz? They were helpfully directing me to go in the back door of the station while trying to alleviate the burden of too much change in my pocket or requesting I produce a hypothetical lighter.

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Smoochy smoochy

The evil bus driver seemed to be conspiring to keep Rod and I from our date as he kept delaying the bus and what was supposed to be a 90-minute layover in Denver turned into less than 30. But no human force could deny the cosmic destiny of this rendezvous. I was on the phone with him as I walked in (electing in the end to take the front door). He spotted me. I spotted him. We both knew that we had to kiss… the air and blow it to Becca.

Later I heard that Rod thought I was really nervous. I was actually pleased to hear this because it shows that among my many other talents, I am also a great actor. I made sure to appear really nervous so that he would feel more at ease. As I understood it, this was his first time meeting someone from Internetland, whereas I’ve been to this rodeo so many times they named a steer after me. So, as on any date, I put his needs first, because I’m an awesome guy like that. Now wonder I’ve been so successful at relat……. uh, nevermind.

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No cheese for you

Sadly, it was all over so quickly. I didn’t even have time to take him to Taco Bell, and here I was all ready to spring for the extra cheese. I hear a rumor that once Rod got to Missouri he was going to have a date with a woman. It’s probably a good thing that our bromance didn’t have a chance to blossom any further than it did, then. I couldn’t live with myself if I ruined him for all women.

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Nitrous Nympho

 Nitrous NymphoMost people hate going to the dentist.  My friends and family seem to feel it is a drag. Personally, I love going.  I seem to get all the attention – even over other patients – and the assistants love to sit with me.  Recently I discovered why.

I don’t know if your dentist has ever given you nitrous oxide, but mine started me on it when I was a little girl. I didn’t like it at first because it had a smell to me.  I found out later he added the smell of pina colada to the mask. As I got older, I discovered that the gas took my mind to a new place, and I liked it.

When I was 19, I picked my own dentist.  He told me my nose was too small for the adult mask, so I had to have a kid’s mask as an adult.  I opted for the strawberry scent and got gassed up, even for cleanings.  I was always flattered by the attention, so I asked them why one day.  No one would tell me.

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Confession time!

A couple years later, a new girl started and I heard them talking behind the partition.  They were whispering before I had gotten my gas.  Apparently, Becca is funny naturally.  Becca on gas is way beyond bawdy.  Apparently, I said things to the staff that had them rolling on the floor.  They would turn up the gas to a safe range, and then egg me on.

I don’t remember anything I said. I do remember several times thinking, I wish I could have sex on this stuff, but that is never going to happen.  Let’s just hope no one recorded me, because I don’t want to be the next viral internet sensation (well, I already am, but you know what I mean).  So there you have it: Becca not being funny about the dentist.



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