anothertwentysomethinggirl

anothertwentysomethinggirl:

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I dove into the online dating pool maybe a year ago. I started with OkCupid, which was an epic fail. Like #EPICFAIL. The general problem with OKC is that anyone can message you, anyone. Including that weird creepy 54 year old man that thinks you might be blind or completely ignore the fact…

This is Hysterical!




LA Dating: The Norm VS Celebs
Living in LA you tend to get surrounded by celebrities; it’s really no big deal. You don’t bother them in their natural habitat unless you’re friends with them, which goes without saying. Nothing screams amateur more than “can I please take a photo with you?” If one of your friends does that at Urth Café, a club, or a private party; just walk away, it’s embarrassing. You are who your friends are and you honestly don’t want to get shunned by the inner circle (EVER!) because dingo over there got star stuck.
I have had my fare share of chillin’ with the “rat pack” (figuratively speaking) but never fully infiltrated it. I always thought that if I dated a celebrity I would never be able to fully bust out my absolutely phenomenal dance moves without Perez Hilton taking a white pen to my photo with “slut whore bag caught twerking while __________ was away filming in Mexico”; I’m straight on that.
I know that bad press is better than no press. But, I want to impress and not depress my family. The last thing I need is my mother disowning me when she’s my main source of income. Hey, it’s not easy being a freelance PR pro/kick-ass writer; someone has to pay the bills. #loveyoumom
Anyway, if your main goal in life is to get hitched to an A lister then you should probably move to LA.
Here’s an example: Recently I was stuck at the beverage isle of my neighborhood Whole Foods, no surprise there. I just wanted to quench my thirst but every time I go there, their damn selection increases and it’s really quite frustrating.  Anyway, I do the usual turn to the person next to me move to see what they grab and it was none other than Calvin Harris. (If you don’t know who that is please stop reading my blog, you live under a rock and you should be embarrassed) Of course being the pansy that I am I giggled and ran away, but the average human being would have probably said something like “how do you like the flavor of that Kambucha?” to start up a conversation. Nope, not me, instead I took to Instagram (direct) to make a complete fool out of myself. Sometimes bringing up my past shenanigans makes me cringe and I’m actually not happy with this new Insta feature because nothing good happens after midnight with direct messages.
Anyway, I prefer the simple life of waking up in the morning and throwing on a moo moo with some Birkenstocks and heading to the local coffee shop to start my day. Just kidding, you know I’m rocking my Sam & Lavi itty-bitty pajamas (thanks Ania), high top sneakers and some shades. FYI, I own a fabulous coffee maker but this joint next to my house just makes the most amazing eye opening hazelnut latte. YUM!
The point that I’m trying to make is that I don’t want to date someone for their one million followers and the drama that follows it. I feel like when dating a celebrity you have to not only deal with their hectic schedule, stalkers, and rude fan backlash; but also the possibility of infidelity. That just seems like a hassle when a relationship alone is already a lot of work to maintain.
With that being said, suits…please stand up.
Thanks,
Management

 

LA Dating: The Norm VS Celebs

Living in LA you tend to get surrounded by celebrities; it’s really no big deal. You don’t bother them in their natural habitat unless you’re friends with them, which goes without saying. Nothing screams amateur more than “can I please take a photo with you?” If one of your friends does that at Urth Café, a club, or a private party; just walk away, it’s embarrassing. You are who your friends are and you honestly don’t want to get shunned by the inner circle (EVER!) because dingo over there got star stuck.

I have had my fare share of chillin’ with the “rat pack” (figuratively speaking) but never fully infiltrated it. I always thought that if I dated a celebrity I would never be able to fully bust out my absolutely phenomenal dance moves without Perez Hilton taking a white pen to my photo with “slut whore bag caught twerking while __________ was away filming in Mexico”; I’m straight on that.

I know that bad press is better than no press. But, I want to impress and not depress my family. The last thing I need is my mother disowning me when she’s my main source of income. Hey, it’s not easy being a freelance PR pro/kick-ass writer; someone has to pay the bills. #loveyoumom

Anyway, if your main goal in life is to get hitched to an A lister then you should probably move to LA.

Here’s an example: Recently I was stuck at the beverage isle of my neighborhood Whole Foods, no surprise there. I just wanted to quench my thirst but every time I go there, their damn selection increases and it’s really quite frustrating.  Anyway, I do the usual turn to the person next to me move to see what they grab and it was none other than Calvin Harris. (If you don’t know who that is please stop reading my blog, you live under a rock and you should be embarrassed) Of course being the pansy that I am I giggled and ran away, but the average human being would have probably said something like “how do you like the flavor of that Kambucha?” to start up a conversation. Nope, not me, instead I took to Instagram (direct) to make a complete fool out of myself. Sometimes bringing up my past shenanigans makes me cringe and I’m actually not happy with this new Insta feature because nothing good happens after midnight with direct messages.

Anyway, I prefer the simple life of waking up in the morning and throwing on a moo moo with some Birkenstocks and heading to the local coffee shop to start my day. Just kidding, you know I’m rocking my Sam & Lavi itty-bitty pajamas (thanks Ania), high top sneakers and some shades. FYI, I own a fabulous coffee maker but this joint next to my house just makes the most amazing eye opening hazelnut latte. YUM!

The point that I’m trying to make is that I don’t want to date someone for their one million followers and the drama that follows it. I feel like when dating a celebrity you have to not only deal with their hectic schedule, stalkers, and rude fan backlash; but also the possibility of infidelity. That just seems like a hassle when a relationship alone is already a lot of work to maintain.

With that being said, suits…please stand up.

Thanks,

Management

 

LA Dating: Losing Battle 
What is the logical reasoning for us wanting something that we cannot have? With so many fish in the sea I still don’t understand why we go after someone that is not interested in us. Is it honestly possible to genuinely change a person’s heart with persistence?
Most of the time if it was a no-go from the get-go then you should probably just let-go.
I definitely think that people can develop love for one another after spending copious amounts of time learning things about each other. Opening up to another individual with your feeling, fears and family issues is a big deal and not everyone gets that privilege. You have to be extremely “special” to receive that top-secret information. Most of us just give the bare synopses to the passerbyers and only a select few get the key to the diary.
Actually falling in love with someone is a feeling that consumes your very wellbeing. You think about that person 24/7, your face lights up when you get a text or a call from them, and all you want to do is make them happy; some might call it “True Love”. We don’t hear this often because the only people that have experienced this are couples from the 60’s that “found love in a hopeless place” and are currently in their 30th year of marital bliss.
So, if one person falls in love with a “special” someone but the other person doesn’t feel the same way about him or her, what happens next? Do you move on and give up or do you stick it out for a while and see if you can change their mind?
I for one have been running after my ex like a sad puppy for almost three years. I know that sounds extremely pathetic, downright embarrassing and I’m not proud of it. I fell HARD for him and unfortunately he didn’t feel the same way about me. I didn’t want to give up so I thought that I would do the unthinkable and try to change his mind with time (not a good call on my part). I figured that if I was there for him emotionally and physically, long enough, then he would come to his senses and realize that I was his rock and would go above and beyond to make him happy. After almost three years I knew him like the back of my hand so that comfort level was definitely there since I knew all of his likes, dislikes and future goals. I was his number one fan but he didn’t see it, so this weekend I finally threw in the towel and gave up.
Here’s the skinny; having mutual friends, I saw him at the same pool party and got instant butterflies in my stomach. He was running on 3 hours of sleep and a few too many bottles of booze so I wasn’t amused in the least bit with his behavior. 
Right away I knew that something was off. I didn’t feel a certain way that I usually felt when I saw him. Meaning the spark was gone! He was distant and cold, the fireworks that we usually had were missing, and there was a huge physical gap between us. He wasn’t trying to talk to me at all and I wasn’t really reciprocating either. I knew right there and then that I no longer wanted to chase this mirage since all of my efforts went down the drain along with my dignity.
He had zero respect for me and made it very clear with his actions and verbal insults. 
I can’t help but wonder if he actually caved in and become my boyfriend would I even want him anymore? Was I chasing him all this time because he was unattainable and didn’t even actually love him, just the idea of him? No, no, no… I definitely loved him, 100%, and cared about him more than anyone but I made some poor decisions throughout our affair.
It’s sad to say but after this weekend I really feel like a bozo for wasting all this time on someone that had no intension of ever giving me the time of day.
Well, all that I can say is lesson learned! Chasing after someone is never a good idea and reeks of desperation. If the spark isn’t there from the start, don’t linger around hoping to change his mind; it’s a losing battle.
They say that if you love something let it go, if it comes back then it’s meant to be. Let fate decide your destiny, never force it.

LA Dating: Losing Battle 

What is the logical reasoning for us wanting something that we cannot have? With so many fish in the sea I still don’t understand why we go after someone that is not interested in us. Is it honestly possible to genuinely change a person’s heart with persistence?

Most of the time if it was a no-go from the get-go then you should probably just let-go.

I definitely think that people can develop love for one another after spending copious amounts of time learning things about each other. Opening up to another individual with your feeling, fears and family issues is a big deal and not everyone gets that privilege. You have to be extremely “special” to receive that top-secret information. Most of us just give the bare synopses to the passerbyers and only a select few get the key to the diary.

Actually falling in love with someone is a feeling that consumes your very wellbeing. You think about that person 24/7, your face lights up when you get a text or a call from them, and all you want to do is make them happy; some might call it “True Love”. We don’t hear this often because the only people that have experienced this are couples from the 60’s that “found love in a hopeless place” and are currently in their 30th year of marital bliss.

So, if one person falls in love with a “special” someone but the other person doesn’t feel the same way about him or her, what happens next? Do you move on and give up or do you stick it out for a while and see if you can change their mind?

I for one have been running after my ex like a sad puppy for almost three years. I know that sounds extremely pathetic, downright embarrassing and I’m not proud of it. I fell HARD for him and unfortunately he didn’t feel the same way about me. I didn’t want to give up so I thought that I would do the unthinkable and try to change his mind with time (not a good call on my part). I figured that if I was there for him emotionally and physically, long enough, then he would come to his senses and realize that I was his rock and would go above and beyond to make him happy. After almost three years I knew him like the back of my hand so that comfort level was definitely there since I knew all of his likes, dislikes and future goals. I was his number one fan but he didn’t see it, so this weekend I finally threw in the towel and gave up.

Here’s the skinny; having mutual friends, I saw him at the same pool party and got instant butterflies in my stomach. He was running on 3 hours of sleep and a few too many bottles of booze so I wasn’t amused in the least bit with his behavior. 

Right away I knew that something was off. I didn’t feel a certain way that I usually felt when I saw him. Meaning the spark was gone! He was distant and cold, the fireworks that we usually had were missing, and there was a huge physical gap between us. He wasn’t trying to talk to me at all and I wasn’t really reciprocating either. I knew right there and then that I no longer wanted to chase this mirage since all of my efforts went down the drain along with my dignity.

He had zero respect for me and made it very clear with his actions and verbal insults. 

I can’t help but wonder if he actually caved in and become my boyfriend would I even want him anymore? Was I chasing him all this time because he was unattainable and didn’t even actually love him, just the idea of him? No, no, no… I definitely loved him, 100%, and cared about him more than anyone but I made some poor decisions throughout our affair.

It’s sad to say but after this weekend I really feel like a bozo for wasting all this time on someone that had no intension of ever giving me the time of day.

Well, all that I can say is lesson learned! Chasing after someone is never a good idea and reeks of desperation. If the spark isn’t there from the start, don’t linger around hoping to change his mind; it’s a losing battle.

They say that if you love something let it go, if it comes back then it’s meant to be. Let fate decide your destiny, never force it.