Slow Going

Hey, hey!

I'm back and not only have I returned, but I've heaps of free time, which you'd think all of the newly available time would allow me to blog manically- Not so! I've come without my usual wit and charm. See, I considered moving again, going completely anonymous, but does it really matter? Yeah, so I'm sticking around and willing myself to be regular even if my mojo is in a funk.

Without further delay here's what's up:

Below is a picture of me eating at Keller's (of course I grossly throw in photos of me) in DLC's car, the day I got the "friend" introduction at the Dallas British Car Show. Yes, things have fizzled. Golf was/is way more of priority to him which indicated he clearly wasn't that into me. After speaking with a *hold your breath* nice man I met on match.com, I came to my senses and split! By the way, the nice man has been a permanent fixture, however not of the romantic sort.



I'm still without any job prospects. I've been told to exercise patience because they will begin to scramble as the summer progresses and the whole thing is a waiting game, but we're talking about me here; patient, I am not! On the other hand, the big deal is I did FINALLY take the stage to graduate! Oh boy, what a joyous occasion! I was on pins and needles and riddled with anxiety the entire day, until I set foot on that stage.





Other stuff has happened, as well, but we're going to have to put it on hold because this blog has been primarily based around my love life and that's what I will get into next!

Happy Valentine's Day, Love Birds

Check out my Valentine's Day guest post!

http://youknowwhatiallowyoutoknow.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-star-3-stephanie.html

With lots & lots of LOVE,

Steph

P.S.

Enjoy a few of my favorite love songs, but let me warn you the 1st video is not for the faint of heart:

I selected this particular vid because of Karen O's oh so awesome sweater!

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Love Horrors! Part I

After becoming single in late 2009, as you all know, I decided to jump into this online dating thing without reservations only to find a bunch of nonsensical messages in my inbox. Bummer.
With Valentine’s approach and having no luck in making a “love connection” of my own, I thought it would be a great, marvelous idea to hear the horrific, mortifying, and/or laugh out loud stories of others. Not only does misery love company, what use is living if you can’t get a good giggle going at your own expense? With that said…..

First up is our friend, Michelle @ Desultory Diversions!

A little background on me: I am inherently mistrustful of people, especially men on the internet. I Google the hell out of any guy I’m interested in before deciding to meet him in person, if it even gets that far!

I met a guy on a dating website a couple weeks after my ex and I broke up. At the time, I was more interested in random hookups than a relationship, but stating that brings creeps by the truckloads. One normal guy managed to slip in with the barrage of crazy in my inbox. He was nice, funny and cute so I responded... and visited my best friend, Google.

He'd put his AIM screen name in his profile, which was enough to get me started. My quick search brought up no flags, and he continued to be charming.

We decided to go out for dinner after work, which turned into him coming over for leftover sushi (yeah, I’m a cheap date). Date night: we ate, talked and fooled around.

My roommate got home just as he was leaving. Roomie and I discussed the date and reviewed his online persona together. We stumbled across a page I hadn't seen before, and a flag went up. Small flag, so I let it go... for a day.

I Re-Googled (is that a word yet?) the info I had and then Googled all the new stuff. I wound up with two subtly different sets of information. Rather than completely freak out, I asked him about it. I was totally upfront about my internet stalking and concerns it raised... which freaked him out.

Turns out he'd been seriously stalked by an ex. He'd purposely changed some of his information and deleted (or so he thought) certain profiles so she couldn't find him. My curiosity (crazy lack of trust, whatever) triggered his "run in the opposite direction quickly" instincts, while I was only trying to protect myself. He understood where I was coming from, but was still shaken (which I understood and respected). We put the breaks on the whole thing so he could sort through his shit....

I haven't heard from him since.

Moral of the story: Don't tell your dates about your Google addiction!

Ah, a socially awkward situation frightening off a memeber of the opposite sex, how familiar this is to me! Do you have a similar story? Who did you freak out? ....Please share,comment :)

Valentine, Valentine

Although I haven’t been blogging, I’ve continued to religiously think of Not the Oxygen and you, my friend! As you already may have figured out my relationship status is quite a sad one; I live with my mom, I’m technically unemployed and I’m just not dateable. So, to be a good sport and stay in the spirit of things, I’ve decided to blog about Valentine’s Day kind of stuff, like LOVE!!!

If you have a love horror story you’d like to contribute please, please share! When I say horror, I don’t mean I want to hear about abuse, divorce or traumatic events…I wanna know the good, juicy, embarrassing stuff, and the stories of unrequited love!

C’mon give it to me! nottheoxygen@gmail.com

Oh, and here’s a great love poem, Mad Libs style, to get you into the groove of things

My Love
Your skin glows like the banana, blossoms sticky as the peony in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a whale at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great pirate's parrot wing.I am comforted by your undershirt that I carry into the twilight of laundry basketbeams and hold next to my elbow.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of kool aid. As my lung falls from my trousers, it reminds me of your television. In the quiet, I listen for the last sneeze of the day.My heated ear leaps to my panty hose. I wait in the moonlight for your secret house plant so that we may creep as one, ear to ear, in search of the magnificient orange and mystical lamp of love.