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My Other Half Isnt….Mr. I Want To Get Married NOW

13 Oct

I wasn’t really sure if men had biological clocks but after last night’s date I’m sure the answer is yes.

Match.com has provided me with a few laughs and countless shirtless pictures of men.  Okcupid gave me a mail box full of boys who call me “Baby, Sweetie, Doll” before even knowing my real name.  In an effort to put myself out there further, I decided to join the website “Plenty of Fish”.

First of all within 20 minutes of posting my profile, the emails just kept coming.  I had guys that were boy band good-looking, guys that had pictures of the bottle of jack attached to their mouths and then I had guys who looked like the drove a mini van around town kidnapping little kids with promises of candy.

Last night’s date was from the new website and even from the get go I felt something was just off.

Within five minutes of getting my number, Mr. Plenty of Fish number one texts me.  Then texts me all day every day for about five days until our date last night. 

Remember how I stressed about “Skylar Time”.  I work from 9-530 trying to not hang myself with the mess I’ve gotten myself into.  The LAST thing I want to do is be bothered all day.  Still, I was nice.  I figured I was just being bitchy and punishing this one guy for the mistakes of others.

I met him at the restaurant and it was really gorgeous.  It was this upscale chinese restaurant; very romantic and probably one of the nicest places I’ve been too.  There wasn’t a pause in conversation at all; which was completely different from any of the dates I had been on.  We even went to get dessert at another restaurant and, in total, the date probably lasted about four hours.

The problem was that the whole time he kept making plans with MY time.  “We could definitely do a cruise together”.  A cruise?  I don’t even know how I felt about dinner and this guy is planning a trip.

“If/when you meet my mom she…”  Whoa..what?  I’m sure she is nice and all but it’s the first date!

“Oh you are free the weekend of the 22nd?  We should hang out then”  Reserving me two weeks in advance is kind of weird. 

Also, the fact that he mentioned how his dad pointed out that if he would get married and have kids his taxes would be lower was kind of a white flag.

Am I over reacting to all of this or would this freak out anyone?

Let’s say none of that had happened, there still weren’t any butterflies.  There was no spark, not overwhelming desire to get a kiss goodnight.  The only desire I had was to hurry up and get home.

Anyway, I think my time with Mr. Plenty of Fish number one is done.  I just don’t have the patience for someone who over joyed to hang out with me when they DON’T KNOW ME!

I finished my post about my Comic Con adventure this past weekend.  I’m just waiting to get my camera back to post all the pictures of the insane event. Also, this weekend is a very exciting one.  Not only do I get to visit Angie, BUT I also have a groupie adventure on Sunday.  Stay tuned….

As for all the dream interpretations, thank you very much guys!  They were all very helpful and extremely insightful.  I think once my vacation happens the odd/work related dreams will stop.


My Other Half Isn’t…Someone Who Can’t Cheer Me Up

9 Sep


Alright, I will be the first to admit that this week I have been more than a bit morose.  Truthfully, I have been in a complete fog since Saturday and I don’t even have the energy to fight this ever-growing gray cloud over me. 

It probably started with the realization that my own “Regina” has nearly succeeded in fading me out from our circle of friends.  I find it impressive that someone who has blown off important functions, talked about her friends behind their back, and has shown little or no compassion towards any serious situation in their life can come up on top in this situation.  I bow down gracefully and shrug my shoulders at this point.  Karma is a bitch and I will sit back and watch with glee when the truth all comes out.  Until then, it’s all kind of taking its toll on my patience. 

Then there is work.  There used to be a time when I couldn’t WAIT to come to work. 

There also used to be a time when I believed that Santa would leave the keys to a shiny mustang convertible underneath the tree.  (Hey, Barbie had one so why couldn’t my five-year old self have one too!) 

Dealing with piles of paperwork everyday, talking on the phone to rude people, and being stuck on the ONE floor I don’t want to be on is slowly getting me antsy. 

Not to mention that if I must have one more polite, awkward, conversation with certain people I will shoot myself.  It isn’t fun to poor yourself some coffee and politely chatter about work while trying not to cry all over your new work appropriate top. 

With every file I put away I feel handcuffs gripping tighter. 

Every hollow smile leaves me with this overwhelming desire to go into fits of crying. 

This week has been the kind of week that my other half would have been useful in. 

The funny thing is that when you like someone, it doesn’t take much for them to make you feel better.  A joke, a funny face, a kind word and a friendly ear would have probably cured me from this nagging feeling of disgust. 

Even one of those heart stopping, soul meshing hugs that ONLY your other half can give you would have calmed the storm. 

“It’ll be alright.” 

“You’ll get through this.” 

“Why don’t we just hop in the car and drive until we run out gas.” 


Although, I have to say that with my luck he would have been one of the morons who nod politely, listen and then complain about whatever is on his mind. 

Oh well, until then I guess I have to settle for making myself feel better in the way I’ve come to know and appreciate 

My Blog 


                   My Concerts 

Vince Neil will be in NYC in September!

 My Sisters….the ones I have left… 

And my television shows feature gorgeous GORGEOUS men.. 

Stefan and Damon

Ah, yes, the season Premiere of Vampire Diaries is on tonight.  The very thought of spending my evening with both Stefan and Damon is enough to brighten up this hellish day.  Putting aside the whole blood lust thing, they really are the perfect guys. 

Here’s hope that tomorrow will bring something great and that the sun will shed some light on my gray cloud…