He walks in, smiling. I like people that smile. I smile A LOT. Within minutes of the date, he shows me pictures of his cat. Don't be foiled by an eyebrow ring, ladies. Sometimes the edgy looking ones are big softies. He LOVES cats! He shows me many pictures of his kitty, including painted portraits.
I recently saw a man in my office who asked me why all the women he dated turned out to be "crazy." If all the women you date eventually go off the deep end, perhaps it's time to tune-up your relationship skills. To some extent, I had to agree -- there are some lipsticked loonies out there. Then again, the male gender has its share of jerks and mama's boys. Perhaps it's time to stop pointing fingers at the opposite sex and start engaging in a little self-reflection, especially if you're re-living the same dysfunctional relationship over and over again.
I can't believe I did it. I hit the heart button on a guy with KIDS in his profile picture. Not one, but TWO kids! How mature do I think I am? Still...(deep breath) he is attractive. And I am 34. I have to face the fact that guys in my age bracket might have offspring, whether it was on purpose, or they forgot to pull out.
A couple beers in, we're both yawning. The conversation starts to dry up. We're now talking the ceiling fixtures. Talking about lamps hanging from the ceiling is a sign we're both starting to space out. I'm also getting tweets from my comedian guy friends, who know I'm on a date. All of a sudden, I wish I was with them.
According to his three profile pics, (two of which I like -- the third is "meh,") he may or may not look like Tom Cruise in Top Gun. I walk into Bar Volo. It's a good spot for this hood. I'm definitely glad he didn't suggest the Duke of Gloucester. That place owes me a shitload in failed jukebox plays. I walk up to the bar, grab a beer and check-in on Foursquare.
I head to my date. I warn him I look like a dirtbag. Pink Jack Daniel's shirt, jeans and Toms. I'm wearing a padded bra, so boobs are not to scale. I notice he's getting texts from a phone number that doesn't have a contact name. They seem to be coming in quite rapidly. I call it out: "Haha! You're getting messages from another Tinder, aren't you?" He denies it. I'm not buying it.
"We're the same age, aren't we? You're 27?" He says. UH-OH! "Um... no, actually...I think I'm a little older," I spit out, along with a laugh that sounds like I might be choking. "Really? How old are you?" all of a sudden, I'm feeling a little cougary. So I suggest a place that's good to take a younger man.
The Huffington Post reported earlier this year that more than one third of people meet their significant others online and those relationships are 25 per cent less likely to end in separation or divorce. So why is there still a slight stigma attached to it? As someone who met their longtime boyfriend online and an ongoing sideline spectator of my friends' experiences, I can share what I know.
I am friends with all my exes! Many people find this very strange. Many years ago I had an extremely bad break up, and because there was so much hurt between us we decided to not speak. This was one of the most difficult and challenging times of my life. But as I get older I have little time for bitterness, anger, or hurt. If there is an ex in your life whom you feel anger towards or cannot speak to them, let them go.
Imagine going to bed with flu-like symptoms and waking up three weeks later with no legs and only one arm. Bryan Cuerrier doesn't have to imagine. He lived it. He was diagnosed with Flesh Eating Disease. But his love and passion for life hasn't changed. To mark the third anniversary of the incident, he and his incredibly devoted wife have signed up for the Toronto Marathon on May 5.
White rice isn't exactly bad for you. Gasp! I know right? How could this be? All the heath gurus telling you to inject your tummy full of whole grain goodness and then I spring this on you? Blasphemous! So here's the deal... According to Chinese Medicine, people have used white rice therapeutically for years.