7 posts from June 2008

I learned something new today.

OK, here's the situation.  My friend Miriam and I were eating lunch with 4 male co-workers today.  She all of a sudden said, "oh, I need to return a text real quick."  And all the guys were like, "Oh, this guy is into you!"  She's like, "What?!?"  So there was a long conversation about dating/relationships and what time of day and what day of the week a guy calls or texts a woman.

The main point was that, if a guy texts/calls a girl, in the middle of a work day when he is at work, he is really into her.  He likes her a lot.

So during the week, there is a huge difference between texting/calling during the middle of the day or after work.  After work isn't as significant.  And if he calls/texts in the evening then he's not into her.  And if he calls/texts while drinking beers with co-workers, after leaving a bar or late in the evening, then he's really not into her at all.  This is only good for during the week, for a guy who works a standard (8-5) work shift.  It would then vary for guys working other shifts, but the main point being the same, that if he calls/texts during his work, he's into her.

Pretty much every guy at Fidelity agreed.  They were like, I can't believe you hadn't figured this out yet.... it's pretty simple.

And some of the guys who were total players all added this:  If they are really into a girl, really like her, or just really want to get her into bed, then then will send a "Good Morning Text" where they text first thing in the morning, so their text is the first thing she gets in the morning.  They were all like, "That one is just right over the top!!"

So in my brief summation here is the general conclusion.

Time of First Call/Text of the Day         Meaning       ___   
In the middle of the work day:               Really into her.
Right after work:                                  Into her.
Evening:                                             Not into her.
At night/At a bar:                                Not into her/doesn't even respect her.
First thing in the morning:                    REALLY F-ING into her

They say it all goes back to the basic way of telling if a guy is into a girl or not.  It all depends on how much effort he is putting in towards her.

I had to change most of my recent posts to "neighborhood only" because blogging came up as a topic at work today.  So a lot of my co-workers (and one in particular!) know I have a Vox blog now.  So, for reasons known to those who've read my stuff lately, I decided not to make that public info anymore.  Feel free to add me to your neighborhood, and I'll add you to mine.

What lesson did your father teach you that still helps you in life?

I learned that life will most likely be difficult.  That I will probably struggle for attention and affection from the ones I love and still be left feeling empty in the end.

My dad wasn't the type of guy who liked kids.  In fact, I didn't see him much when I was growing up, and when I did, it's wasn't an affectionate interaction.  It was sort of cold and distant.  We did start to become closer when I was about 16 or 17.  We started to interact like adults and get to know each other a bit better. 

I did find out from one of my aunts about the time that I was 20, that my mother had initially lied to my father about being on birth control.  When they were dating, he told her he never wanted to get married or ever have children.  He didn't like kids, he had a very violent and abusive upbring, and didn't want to pass that along to his children, so he would never want children of his own.  My mother thought she could change him, so went off birth control, and ended up getting pregnant with my brother.  I asked both my mom and dad about it and got slightly different versions, but essentially the story is true.

I never really asked my dad about his upbringing.  But I learned from his sisters that their mother was an abusive and neglectful alcoholic.  She would alternate beating the living hell out of them, with going on week-long and sometimes several-month-long benders where they wouldn't see her at all.  Once they got a postcard from her stating that she wasn't sure how she ended up in a fishing village in Alaska, but was now working in a bar in a fish camp working up enough money for a trip home.  They said she came home about 3 months later.  Both my dad's sisters ended up being alcoholics themselves, and were violent in their home lives as well.  I think my dad distanced himself from everything because he wanted to be the last link in that chain.  He never drank, worked all the time, and didn't spend any time with his kids because he was afraid he would end up being abusive or something.

My dad died of a sudden heart attack, the day after Christmas, when I was 28.  He was 57.  I always regret that I never got more time to know him, or ever got to really get to know him as a person.  I feel that I had an empty void in my heart growing up, and when I got to be an adult, I am full of grief and regret.  I do love him with all my heart, and don't hold any ill feelings toward him.  But I do believe that a lot of my insecurities and problems with my personal relationships come from my relationship with him.

I learned a new concept today.  On my way to Target today to get cleaning products (yeah, my days off are exciting) it started raining, hard.  Lots of thunder and lightening as well.  I got my cleaning products and a few other goodies and checked out.  As I was leaving, there were about 20 people waiting at the exit door.  Just all hanging out.  A mother with 2 kids was right in front of me and she pulled off to the side and stood by the wall.  Her kids kept going and she yelled at them to stop and come back in, they were going to "wait out the rain".  I figured that's what everyone else was doing too.  So I pulled off to the side as well.  About 2-5 minutes later, there was a "window" where the rain lightened up significantly, almost stopping, and everyone ran for their cars.  By the time I ran out to my car and loaded up, it started with the downpour again.  Evidently, that is a predictable occurrence around here.  That's definitely not a concept that we have in the Pacific Northwest, we run for it even when it's pouring down rain.  There's a huge chance it won't let up for hours or days.  So no one stands around and "waits out the rain" because they'd be standing there for God knows how long.

Haven't done one of these in a very long time.

Things I loathe:

• My downstairs neighbors.
• Cleaning the litter box.
• My freckles.
• That I will be on a new team at work soon, and not know any of my teammates.
• That for the first time in my life, I have allergies this year.

Things I love:

• My cats.
• My friends.
  
• My soon-to-be new schedule at work.  No more getting up at 5:30 in the morning!!!
• That I left Seattle to move to Jacksonville.  And that being in Jacksonville makes buying a house something I am able to do!!
• I am moving away from my douche bag neighbors, and I am going to a house, not an apartment!
• I am single, unattached, and drama-free right now.
• I can fit into my "skinny jeans"!!!
  

I was sitting on the couch this morning, drinking a cup of coffee and watching the Today show.  When my cat Storm jumps up on me.   She normally cuddles every morning, so this wasn't anything unusual.  Then I noticed she was sitting a little weird, and I was like, "Are you peeing on me?"  Not that she answered or anything.  But then I smelled it, and noticed a lot of it was splashing down on the couch.  She jumped off me and ran off.  Damn it!!  6:45am and I am covered in cat piss.  Something tells me it's not going to be a good day.

the culprit

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Found this on PostSecret.  I didn't make it, but honestly, it's how I have been feeling lately.