When guys become awkward

I was talking with one of my friends this afternoon, who told me about her weekend… which included a very drunken hook-up with one of her good guy friends (oh so college).

Although this guy is one of her best friends, she hasn’t heard from him since Saturday. And not that she was expecting anything to come out of this hookup (because 1. they were both drunk, and 2. he’s her best friend) she’s afraid of what will happen next. She expects he’ll just “make things awkward.”

Which got me thinking.. guys are ALWAYS awkward about this.

Back in action.. but where is it?

So this blog has been somewhat abandoned for a time now.. but now that I have a free moment (read: I’m staying in tonight to hang out in my PJs) I figured I would finally sit down and complain about the lack of men in my life.

Well, that may be a lie.

I do have a few stories, albeit very lame, just a disclaimer.

The first weekend I was at school I was at a party when I was re-introduced to a guy I had been in a class with freshman year. Now, I have this creepy ability of remembering faces or people, so I knew who he was and what class we had together, even though he looked  much different, three years later.

The kicker was that he remembered me. We chatted for a while, and I noticed that he seemed to be hanging around me, in the background. I had a feeling he might be interested, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, and I didn’t feel like devoting all my attention to him if he wasn’t going to actively participate in conversations.

So apparently as soon as I walked away, he asked my friend if I was single. My friend paused before responding “Um. No…” to which he asked “Is that a yes or a no?” Needless to say he left shortly after.

Other than that, there has been close to nothing. Granted it’s only been three weeks, but what’s the deal? Isn’t senior year supposed to be all about the random, crazy hook-ups?

Whatever. Maybe if I stopped being such a hermit this would be better…

Ready for new prospects

With less than a week until I move back into school, I find myself wondering what the semester will bring in terms of men/dating.

I can’t say that I’m terribly excited. My school is small, and now that I’m a senior, there’s only so many available (and actually appropriately datable) men left. What’s a girl to do with limited options?

Before I have anyone try to convince me that I should involve myself in numerous activities in the chance of meeting as many people as possible, I’ve done that. I happen to be quite involved (some of my friends may tell me that I do too much and I should give myself some time to sleep occassionally) for my own personal reasons and because I like what I do. However, I have never been on a date while in school, nor have I met anyone who seemed the least bit interested.

What does your drink say about you?

Having now spent a few weekends checking out the “bar scene,” I’ve really started to wonder… what does your drink order say about you?

So many choices... but what do they imply?

For me, when I go out, I prefer a beer to a cocktail. Mostly because beer is cheaper. But also, depending on what kind of beer you get, it’s generally a lot lower in calories than a mixed drink. Ok, so maybe after a couple of beers it’s about the same as one mixed drink – but it’s easier to hang out in a bar by slowly sipping on two beers, rather than easily downing a  fruity juice drink where you can’t taste the alcohol (never mind how unattractively drunk that’s bound to get you).

But as a girl, does ordering a beer say something about me that I’m not aware of? Especially what type of beer I choose? We all heard how excited everyone was about Obama’s “beer summit” and how they bent over backwards trying to assign a meaning to each beer that was chosen. I understand that my beer preference will never be as politically popular as a preference by President Obama, but I think you get my point.

All that being said, my personal favorite beer has to be Blue Moon. However, much to my chagrin, Blue Moon is not a light beer. While it does come garnished with a cute little orange wedge, it is by no means easy on the calorie count. So kill me if I sound a tad obsessed with the numbers, but I can’t help but wonder – do men know about this? If they see a girl drinking Blue Moon, a heavier non-light beer, are they judging? (Or will they just think I have excellent taste?)

Singled out

Growing up, I used to envision what my wedding would be like and how excited I would be to spend the rest of my life with the man of my dreams. In my vision I would be right out of college and we would be the perfect couple. Not only would I lose my virginity to my husband (huh! too bad that’s not going to happen), but I would also have children right away. Four or five, to be exact.

Give me a break though – I was only 12 years old.

At the time, I didn’t realize that waiting until marriage is almost completely unrealistic in today’s society. And I can’t comment on the giving birth part because I have yet to do that, thank goodness!

Anyway, there is a point to this ranting. My point is that I no longer feel the same about marriage. Yes, I would like to meet someone who I could have a relationship with and yes, I am happy for those around me who have decided to marry, but right NOW marriage isn’t even up for conversation. On my mind is living in the city on my own and concentrating on my future career. The sooner I can do that the better. In no way am I thinking about marriage or children and that’s fine. Isn’t it? Supposedly men and women are waiting longer to get married and have children. So why do I feel singled out for not being in that loop?

Storytime: Just one of the guys

I’ve been writing for a Boston sports blog for most of the summer now, after having found an ad looking for writers on Craigslit. While unpaid, I figured it would be a good opportunity for me to get some clips and extra experience (even if it was just sports!) and it would be fun – I get to write about the Red Sox!

Now, I am one of only two female writers. And up until Saturday, I had not met any of these other writers (and there’s about 20 of us, total). I didn’t know what kind of guys they were, all I knew was that the majority were out of school, around 23-25 years old.

So Saturday the founders of the blog decided to hold a little reunion in order to meet some of the new writers. Naturally I jumped at the opportunity to meet a large group of men – who knew what could happen?! Granted, I assumed most of them would be fairly nerdy and possibly unattractive (and don’t blame me for this, I tried “researching” via Facebook), but no matter what, it would be fun.

Flash forward to my entrance into the bar where we were supposed to meet: I walk in to a filled booth with seven men. I walked up, expecting to be greeted with recognition since, hello, I’m the only girl who was supposed to show up.

Talk about “types”

Apologies for lack of updates.. clearly, nothing terribly exciting has been happening with me in the relationship/dating department. Of course no one should be surprised, but I have to say, it’s going to be a little harder to update this blog if I have nothing to talk about!

However, there is something, albeit little: the “type” of guy I’m attracted to.

I never thought I had a specific type in mind when it came to guys. For me, there was never a checklist – ok, so there are a few things I would like, but I’m talking things like humor and other positive personality traits – but nothing like “he has to wear these types of clothes, look like this, tall, dark, and handsome,” etc. etc.

I still believe I don’t throw guys into certain categories based on appearances, or that I won’t date someone who doesn’t look a certain way, but I will say this – I love a guy in a suit.

Guys who wear suits = win

When even guy friends become confusing

It’s common knowledge that every girl has at least one girlfriend or a group of girlfriends in which they confide, but a lot of women (or at least me) have great guy friends. Over the years I have developed friendships with some great guys, but there are a few things I have noticed.

1. Since they confide in you, they automatically turn to you as a rebound when a relationship ends.

2. They ‘forget’ to tell you they have a girlfriend, if ever

Fixing mistakes, and the “what could have been”

I happen to have a charming, but really it’s just annoying, personality/relationship flaw: I have a very difficult time letting things go.

I’m a closure-type person. I need it. It helps me move on. I would much rather have someone yell at me the brutal, honest truth, rather than stress myself out about everything that hasn’t been said, killing myself by worrying over “what-if’s” and “what could have been’s”.

Some people suggest just giving up – letting go, chalking it up to a loss and calling it a day. He’s Just Not That Into You tells us that’s what we should do.

Right now, I say screw that book.

I want my fairy-tale: the effect of fiction on real-life dating

Who doesn't want their own version of Edward?

I should get this out of the way first: I’m a sucker for cheesy romantic comedies. In fact, don’t even make it a comedy – plain romance is just fine. The Notebook, Dirty Dancing, the Holiday… please don’t judge, but they are included on my list of favorite movies (and I do promise I actually have some quality films on that list).

And my guilty pleasure for anything romantic doesn’t end at movies, because there is nothing better than sitting down with a cup of coffee and devouring a girly romantic novel that’s full of love and perfection and dreamy guys.

Or is there?