Livin it One Day at A Time

Here’s a little known bit of trivia. I originally named the blog “My Crossroads on the Internet”. I soon dropped the name, because, well, I thought it was retarded.

Now I am sitting, still in much pain, going through my quarterly freakout.

Let me give some background.

Monday night, at FHE, I was talking with two old friends. One male, one female. All three of us are either Thirty (me) or close unto that age. The girl asked both of us, why we were still single. The guy said that he only dates once in a while, I on the other hand, date casually almost once a week (this week may not happen though).

She then proceeded to say that guys who reach our age are weird in some way. Amongst the qualities she said

• Socially Retarded
• No Drive
• Commitment Problems
• Not over a girl
• For lack of a better word, skeeviness

Now, I did my best to push that to the back of the mind. I figured, heck I’m fine. I may be a bit of a weirdo, but that’s just personality.

The only problem is, I was sitting around yesterday, and this kept on playing around in my mind.

Every year I grow older, the range of girls who want to *seriously* date me will get smaller, I believe that when I hit Thirty-One, it will be dramatically smaller.

This is at the same time I’ve been trying to get employment in Utah. Where I fear my dating pool will shrink even more.

Part of me is mad at myself for taking so long to get into the dating game. Now that I look back, I see that a lot of it was me. I was the one who said girls wouldn’t be interested in me until I lost all the weight.

What’s the awnser? I don’t know. How’s my life going to proceed? I have no idea. Why am I posting this? Therapy

I’m sitting in my apartment, hopped up on heat pads and ibuprofen. I hesitate to post because I’m a little loopie.

That means my entries will make even less sense.

Than usual.

Which isn’t a lot.

Of sense that is.

So, I thought I’d let ya know another of my favorite songs. It’s

“Hey Leonardo (She likes me for me)” By Blessid Union of Souls

She don’t care about my car
She don’t care about my money
And that’s real good ’cause I don’t got alot to spend
But if I did it wouldn’t mean nothin’

She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed

She don’t care about my big screen
Or my collection of DVD’s
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she don’t watch to much t.v.

And she don’t care that I can fly her
To places she ain’t never been
But if she really wants to go
I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is when

She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in “Fargo”
I think his name is Steve
She’s the one for me
And I just can’t live without her
My arms belong around her
And I’m so glad I found her once again
And I’m so glad I found her once again
Yeah, I’m so glad I found her once again

Gazing at the ceiling
As we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we’re afraid of are gonna show us
What we’re made of in the end

[break]

She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because she thinks I’m such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she’s phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me ?
There must be something there that I don’t see
I don’t see

She likes me for me
Not because I’m tough like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
Unlike the Cable Guy
But what she sees
Is that I can’t live without her
My arms belong around her
And I’m so glad I found her once again
Found her once again
Once again
Yeah, I’m so glad I found her once again

Expect anything deep? I’m sorry, I’m in too much pain. In typical guy fashion, I’m complaining about it too.

Ok. Ok. This song might confirm that I’m closet Romantic, but I don’t think so, I mean, he sings about his DVDs right?

I’m also interested, how many of you come here to laugh at my bizarre tastes in pop culture, how many for my goofiness, and how many to watch the bits and pieces of my bubble up to the top of the ramblings? How many of my extended family members read this, and never tell me? >:)

Remember, Knowing is half the battle.

(Thanks RedVsBlue.com and Sluggy Freelance for the quote and Comic).

I know I will probably get some hate mail for title of this entry. People, it’s a joke. I think.

If you haven’t noticed, this blog has gone all over the place. I started off talking about loosing weight. It has turned into part Movie Review, part sad attempts at humor, part Pop Culture black hole, part photo blog, and part dating blog (oh, and part “What the heck are girls thinking blog).

I haven’t said a lot of my dating life lately. I keep that pretty close to myself. I am still trying to decide if I want to keep it that way. I am fine with talking about the basics though.

*Warning, this is all Latter-Day Saint related blogging, if you aren’t a member, you may become very bored. Who am I kidding, if you are a member, you will probably be very bored.*

Today in Elders Quorum we were talking about Preparing for an Eternal Marriage and Family. In a singles branch, this could have gone bad. Our branch though, has had some success in the marriage category. In the last two months, we have had three marriages with another two coming up.

It was interesting for me to listen to these men. I’ve been browsing the blog-o-sphere. There are some women who have been complaining (I’m calling it like I see it) about the men and their calibre of character thru their blogs. You can check out some member girls posting (Mary, Kelly, Miss Nemesis, and a LdsLinkup Discussion)

As I was in the class, these Elders came up with their ideal of a Girl/Wife.

Girl/Wife
————————

• Testimony
• Communication
• Attractive
• Member/Faithful
• Skills (I suppose Nu-chuck skills?)
• Patience
• Sense of Humor
• Self Control
• Tolerable Family

Followed by what we need to have ourselves
Husbands
———————-

• Testimony
• Worthy Priesthood
• Provider

From there it devolved into a discussion about how we needed to have the same virtues that we wanted in a mate.

This was a group of about twenty men, discussing this. We went over time talking about this. I can tell you, it’s something the guys think about a lot.

It’s something I don’t know that some of the girls realize we do (while they sit in Relief Society planning on how to best confuse guys, or complaining about how we all ignore them).

I liked it. It was not of the variety of discussion where a married says

“You! Single Mormon Man! You should be married now! Is there something wrong with you? Do you not know how to propose to a girl!?”

You think I kid? I don’t. Bless their married hearts, but too many married people in the church feel that it’s ok to belittle a man because of his maritial status.

Why is this ok?

Anyways, back to the EQ discussion. I have to agree with a lot of those qualities. I do think I’d collapse down a few of on the list.

Oh, and I, and I believe most of my male counterparts, will decide if they are attracted enough to persue a serious relationship with a girl within the first minutes of meeting said girl.

What makes up that attraction? It varies from man to man. I can’t point out any one thing that is the same with the girls I am attracted to, there will just be something that draws my attention.

There are a few things I find that draw my attention, but I’ll keep that list hidden, because, well, a guy has to have some secrets.

I’d say that a girls overall attractiveness is a combination of the list above, as well as how physically attracted I am.

One of the sad things I’ve found in the church is that casual dating has all but died for the most part.

The pressure is so strong that men will not even think of dating a girl that they are not 100% crushed on, just because it becomes a big deal (with the girl, with the ward, etc) if they go on one date.

This is ridiculous. I feel that it takes at least 2-3 dates for both the Man and Woman to decide if they want to persue the relationship any further (if one side hasn’t made huge blunders in the first place).

How’s this going to fix itself? I don’t know? I’d be a GA if I did. Do I even know what I’m writing about anymore? No. Will I quit editing this entry before 1 AM, I don’t think so.

Bottom Line.

Cut the guys some slack, we are trying to make it through the world, just like you.

Or I’m in the line of succession, somewhere, like a Duke, or Earl. The Kick Butt Earl of Pop Culture?

For those of you who read this blog, you may have noticed I have an affinity for pop culture, a love, and yes, perhaps even an addiction.

That’s because I’m a child of the 80’s, oh, and the 70’s, and any other decade that strikes my fancy.

A few weeks ago, I was watching a TV Show called Family Guy, In the midst of the episode they referenced “Timer the Cheese Guy”. (check out the videos Sunshine On a Stick and You Are What You Eat.

I had a flashback, a flashback to a simpler time. A time when orange men with top hats and a cane danced around singing about making popsicles, and making wagon wheels was common place. A Time, when wagon coaches filled with Hubba Bubba bubble gum were zipping accross the desert to deliver their oh so precious cargo.

I just about shot milk out of my nose.

If I had been drinking milk that is.

I just love when Pop Culture hits me upside the head.

In fact, I’d say that this blog, would testify to that.

Next week, I rediscover The Littles.

First off, let me say I’ve received some e-mails from people apologizing for what they have said.

Unless you say I’m a 500lbs gorilla, don’t worry about it. In between my semi-serious posts about the female of the species, I’m doing most of this to goof off.

I like being the class clown.

It’s good. Don’t worry about it. My sideburns (which apparently have some red in them, so they will be removed post haste, I *can’t* have any red hair), my lack of fashion sense, and my amazing ability to say the wrong thing, all at the wrong time are all open for teasing.

I like to tease, ask my family. Part of that teasing is taking what can be dished out.

So. Onto other things.

What’s up with David & Goliath Tees? I understand you girls get angry at us men, but still.

GIRLS, I don’t come from the Stupid Factory, OK? I just get tune ups there. (I went to their store in Vegas. So anti-man, it’s sad.)

Throw Rocks at boys. Sheeesh.

I also read an essay from Orson Scott Card (Mormon Sci-Fi author) who talks about how Video Games are good for you.

I knew I liked this guy for more than just the books he writes. Apparently he’s pretty smart in other areas as well.

Other than that, apartment, less boxes, more junk, I’m just gonna ignore it from now on.

Maybe if I ignore it long enough, it will all go away.

Maybe.

I am beginning to think some of you may believe that I have questionable tastes. Some of you may point to entries on this page, others to archived entries (but you won’t, I was mopey and sad in the archives. It’s a drag to read) Some may ask my family, who read the blog. Although, they all know that if they break silence, they are SO written out of the pinball machine will. So here, let me set the record straight.

Since pictures tell a thousands words, this blog should be a couple million words long.

Me Circa 2002 (Grandfather was dieing, I wasn’t happy). This is me at my heaviest, and me, and my most Hawaiian shirt.

Isn’t that shirt a beauty? I was also sitting next to one of the coolest guys on the planet, if I do say so myself.

You can see some this Hawaiian shirt.

I was in the midst of growing out a scraggly beard at the time as well.

Fast forward about a year and a half, and I found some boots.
(I was sooo Rock)

The the Strawberries that dispense advice (since the achieved sentience)

Then me sleeping the night before Christmas. Surrounded by my computer gizmos.

Followed by me downing some brewski’s after the breakup.

“The Sadder But Wiser Girl For Me” playing on the Mp3 player.

Then me in a jacket

Me surrounded by Star Wars Geeks

Then me in a Brazilian Soccer Jersey.

So, as you can see..

Well, I’m not quite sure where I was going with this, nor where it was going to end.

Oh, and if you pay close attention you’ll notice the coolest thing of all.

The side burns just keep getting longer.

Rock On.

Or, as us upper crust types like to call it, “Targe” when I saw it.

Hawaiian shirts.

Hello, did I miss these beauties coming back into style?

If there is something to be known about me, it’s that I started wearing Hawaiian shirts, and only after severe female mockage, did I stop wearing said shirts.

Three years later.