My LA trip was great. It was relaxing and fun. The weather was great (in my opinion). I got to catch up with dear, long-time friends and I got to explore a city I’ve never been to. I saved up a great amount of money for vacation and was able to have a great time without worrying about how much money I was spending – which in my opinion, is what vacation should be. I was proud of myself. It was my first solo vacation ever, really. I did go to DC last year for the 4th for a long-ish weekend, but that was with another friend and the trip wasn’t my idea originally. So I consider LA my first solo vacation ever. It was a much-needed break in the winter of my discontent. As long as I live in Chicago, or a cold-weather climate, for that matter, I will take a vacation in February to somewhere warmer. Perhaps next year, Hawaii???? We’ll see…
Meanwhile, a pictorial recap.
Outside the Time Travel Mart in Echo Park
The view of LA with downtown LA in the background.
At the La Brea Tar Pits
Grauman’s Chinese Theatre
LACMA Light Post installation
LACMA Penetrabile sculpture with a random, unidentified child.
Levitating Mass at LACMA
Ahhhh, Santa Monica
Tiki Ti, with the father and son bartenders in the back. This place has been open since 1961!
Outside of Tiki Ti, where the drinks are strong.
I never really thought I would be writing about this, but I’ve amassed enough stories and messages now to where I can’t not talk about them because there’s a lot of funny ones. I’ve been in the online dating world for a little over a year now, off and on. I occasionally get frustrated and say I’m quitting and then join some other site. I’ve paid to be a member of match a few times, I’ve done howaboutwe, plentyoffish (ew, NO), okcupid, and now tinder. Tinder is great because you’re only allowed to message/connect when there is mutual interest. DING! DING! DING! We have a winner, as far as I’m concerned. I don’t like being mean and ignoring messages and I don’t like getting messages from men I’m not interested in but that is just my own weird preference.
I’ve noticed on all of these sites, men complain about all the women have similar characteristics, and they are as follows:
- At least one photo with a faux mustache of some sort (personally, I am SO sick of seeing mustache motifs everywhere, go away)
- Duck lips in any photos
- Claiming to be bisexual
- fake smiles or no smiles
I’m dead serious when I say I’ve read this on about 50% of the men’s profiles, saying that they’ve noticed a trend among the women and I am thankful that I don’t have any of those traits or photos in my profiles. Now fellas, I’ve got some complaints/red flags about you guys….
I will not send the first message to a man and probably will not reply if he has any of the following in his profile (and I know that I am not alone on this)
- Shirtless, bathroom selfies. Shirtless selfies. Bathroom selfies. No combination of those words is good. Stop it with the shirtlessness, I can tell from your pictures if you’re in shape and if we go out, maybe I will eventually see those abs, until then, keep your shirt on.
- Saying you don’t want “crazy women” or “drama” if you have to mention this, it leads me to believe you seek it out in your own life (consciously or not) . How about telling me what you do like and want instead? Everyone has their faults and when the right person comes along, you’ll like them and eventually love them no matter what their faults.
- On a shallow note, I hate Affliction shirts. HATE. I am not going to link to one lest I get traffic from it, yikes, but please do Google it. I also am not a huge fan of tons of message tees in general. I’m over 30 and I think that I am too old to be dating men whose wardrobes consists of a bunch of message tees, which means they’re too old to be wearing them.
- Any mention of YOLO. As I read a few months ago, YOLO is the stupid person’s Carpe Diem.
What do I like in profiles? Genuine smiles, some interests or passions, proof that you have a brain, and a job or an intention or purpose, an indication that you have some integrity, and that you’re generally nice to people and animals. Athletic, tall and blue-eyed doesn’t hurt either, but I’ve moved beyond being that picky.
So I soldier on. I am not on some kind of race to find a husband. It is nice to meet new people and learn what I do and don’t like because I have never really dated before now (that is a story for another day) But it is tiring. It is hard to get excited about meeting someone you’re not supposed to have expectations about. It is a roller coaster and I find that I’m hot and cold about people, probably just because I’m still on the journey, so to speak.
Until next time…
…you just need a hug from a giant sloth.
Back to regularly scheduled blogging tomorrow.
…to bring you this post. I’ve finally gotten into my crazy Olympics-watching rut. Is that the correct word from it? Confession: I used to wish that I was an Olympic caliber athlete and that I could be in the Olympics, sport to be determined. I don’t know if it is age, experience, or just the life I’ve lived thus far that has made me realize that I am glad I’m just a regular person and not a professional athlete. I would not have wanted to feel like I peaked in life in my teens, 20′s or early 30′s, because let’s be honest, most athletes do peak in that time period. I like that I still have much more ahead of me and am not held to a strict training schedule that takes up my entire day. I consider myself an athlete who enjoys being active, and that is enough for me.
There’s still some room “styling” to be done (with some black, white and and a pop of green in the form of artwork) but for now, I’m exhausted and proud that I did this.
I’ve been busy and must catch up on sleep.
‘Til next time, friends.
Friday: was out with friends.
Saturday: was out with friends after it snowed ALL DAY.
Sunday: A little of this….
A little work at home that started with this….
And it is still a work in progress…
And then some grocery shopping, some errands, and now I’m relaxing with some Olympics, ice-dancing, to be exact.
Real updates to come tomorrow.
The apartment I live in now has some questionable paint color choices. The bathroom is sponge-painted with a light pink, grey, and a muted coral. It’s terrible. The downstairs living space has walls that I would describe as terra-cotta and the trim is the same light pink that is in the bathroom. The upstairs (the bedroom) is blue. I don’t even know how to describe the blue but the bedroom had denim curtains. DENIM. It matched the walls. I had them removed before I moved in because seeing them once was enough.
To start prettying up the place, I am going to paint the bathrooms this weekend.