Interviewing for a partner (in crime)

I am so bored. Right now would be a great time to say, have boyfriend, or best friend, just someone to say “hey do you want to come over and do nothing?”

Or maybe we could even do SOMETHING! Endless are the possibilities.

In 30 minutes I’m heading off to my first hip-hop dance class.

Oh,  by the way, taking hip hop dance classes is my new bright idea.

My New Bright Idea #2: Hip-Hop Dance Class

What’s A Girl To Do?

For a very long time I considered myself an analyst, but not in the sense that I get paid for analyzing things. My analyzing is mostly about my own life and romantic relationships.

Apparently I’m not alone, not that I ever thought I was. Today I’ve come across two editorials about just that sort of thing that I’ve been worried about since,  well seems like since I was 13 or so. The Observer has a post about the Cautionary Matron, older, wiser women entering into their 40s either unwed or divorced and “realizing that ‘having it all’ was really a lie.” They learned that their dreams of having a career, getting married, having a family and being successful in all those aspects didn’t really work out the way they had planned – or the way they had been led to believe.

Of course in the middle of reading The Observer’s post I stumbled across Jezebel’s piece on Marcus Buckingham‘s suggestion that women should outsource parts of their lives so they can stop worrying about it. Dear Marcus, I don’t think letting someone else take care of our laundry is going to make us stop worrying if they are going to shrink our favorite sweater.  Though,  I understand his point about the importance of “the now” instead of the past or future.

Still, it all  seems to just bring up more stuff to worry about, the Cautionary Matron article especially. Though it sort of confirms and further cements my hunch that I’m going to die alone. No biggie though, at least I know what’s coming.

My New Bright Idea #1: Go To Ireland

Warning: brainless post.

So I was thinking about my dating patterns, as I do often, and I picked up on a pattern that I hadn’t really noticed before. I realized that a lot of the guys I seem to be attracted to are of Irish decent. I mean, they have other things in common aside from this, like the type of work they do and their hobbies. Also, I don’t like to believe that there is a “type” for me when it comes to appearances. Looking back though, I suppose the pattern has always been there but it’s never been as obvious as it has been recently, meaning, the past 3 or 4 years.

Well, I figure Ireland must be a pot of gold, so to speak, when it comes to men I find attractive. So… I’ll go to Ireland! Why not? I’ve never been there before. I like to travel. I apparently have a thing for Irish guys. Plus, I’ll have an “exotic” American accent working for me. (side note: there’s a particular scene in Love Actually that comes to mind when I say this)That should go over well, right?

Anyway, I looked up the Ireland tourism website today and it looks pretty boring. I mean, everything I can do there I could pretty much do here in California. So really I think if I did go, I would just want to hang out in pubs with Irish guys watching football and not understanding a word. I imagine I would still be in (if not some suburb right outside of) Swoontown.

This concludes the first installation of the My New Bright Idea segment of the blog. These ideas, they’re unpredictable and usually insane, so stay tuned for more.